Chapter 195 - "Lock-picking expert" Klein

After a few seconds of hesitation, Klein activated his clairvoyance and looked around the room. Under the crimson moonlight, Mrs. Sherlyn's bedroom was decorated extravagantly and magnificently. Thick carpets, spacious space, velvet bed covers, a table cluttered with various skin care products and cosmetics, jewelry glittering with different hues, a partially open and partially closed closet, light and thin clothing and suspender belts thrown carelessly on the rocking chair, numerous decorative items inlaid with gold threads, all came into Klein's view one by one. And the most eye-catching thing in the entire room was an unfinished oil painting. On it was Mrs. Sherlyn herself, with her dark hair flowing like a waterfall, brown eyes like those of a small deer in the forest, pure and moist, but with curved eyebrows, upturned eyes, a prominent nose and a full mouth, outlining an extremely charming and alluring figure. The two were combined in a contradictory manner, yet emitting an astonishing allure. Looking down from his neck, Klein merely glanced for a moment without closely examining. This was not a fake formal outfit. He had even seen the "little dirty pictures" of the other party and was not afraid of "little yellow rabbits"? His attention was drawn to the paints, plates, brushes, and a silver-plated full-length mirror beside the oil painting. This combination, this arrangement, this positional relationship, gave him a strange thought. That this oil painting's author was Mrs. Sherlyn herself, rather than the painter she was entangled with. A beautiful woman with a charming appearance, outstanding figure, and both charming and pure, dressed in clothes, looking in the mirror while depicting herself, recording beauty... Such a scene felt strange... Did Mrs. Sherlyn really have too much narcissism? Klein muttered silently, withdrew his gaze, and began to search for possible criminal evidence. According to Leonard and Fry's instructions, he had been wearing black gloves all along, and every time he searched a place, he had to remember the original state beforehand to restore it later. For a "divinationist", this was not at all difficult. If he forgot, he could easily recall it with the "dream divination" technique. Of course, before going out tonight, he had also divined for himself, and there was no danger, quite smoothly. This was what a qualified charlatan should do... Even if I'm already a "clown"... Klein self-mocked, spending nearly twenty minutes searching Mrs. Sherlyn's bedroom, finding nothing worthy of attention, nor any spiritual light. Finally, he stopped in front of the safe in the corner of the room. The iron-gray one was one meter tall, thick and heavy, giving an extremely solid feeling, as if even if explosives were brought in, it couldn't be opened. "Such a feature of the steam age... It must have extreme complex mechanical combinations inside..." Klein tried to unlock it, but shamefully failed. He temporarily pushed the safe matter to the end, removed his left glove and took off the yellow crystal pendant wrapped around his wrist. Holding the silver chain, letting the spirit pendulum hang down, Klein excluded the heat from the room's fragrance, entered a meditative state. His eyes deepened, and he muttered softly: "This room has a secret room or a hidden compartment." "This room has a secret room or a hidden compartment." ... After seven rounds, Klein's eye color returned to normal, and his gaze turned towards the yellow crystal pendant. He saw it rotating counterclockwise. This indicated a negative result. Klein gave a barely visible nod and left Mrs. Sharon's bedroom. Following the same procedure, he quietly searched through the study, living room, sunroom, etc., but failed to find any useful or valuable clues. He didn't use the "wand search method" because he had no idea what he was looking for. Taking out the silver pocket watch with vine patterns, he turned it on and looked at it, confirming the time, then returned to Mrs. Sharon's bedroom. Carefully closing the wooden door, Klein took out the ritual silver dagger, infused with spiritual energy, and combined it with the natural power to seal the entire room. He was going to "call himself"! He was going to use the spirit form to enter that thick safe and check the contents! "Master doesn't need to understand lock-picking!" Klein muttered in Chinese. Because it was a request to himself, all the procedures could be simplified. There was no need to be so meticulous. So Klein took out a candle mixed with sandalwood, casually ignited it with spiritual energy, and set up the altar. "Me!" "I summon in my name:" "The ignorant fool of this era, the mysterious master above the mist, the yellow and black king who holds good fortune." The incantation echoed in Mrs. Sharon's bedroom. Klein's spiritual energy flowed out and merged with the candle flame, forming a grayish-white, palm-sized light curtain. Immediately, he walked four steps backward, penetrated the roar, and entered the mist above. Looking at the "Summoning Door" behind the high-backed chair at the far end of the ancient long table, Klein was about to respond, but suddenly froze. "Anyway, we've all come in. Let's do a divination to see if we can find any clues... Here, except for the interference, my ability has been somewhat enhanced... And the environment my body is in makes this divination equivalent to using the items carried by Mrs. Sharon..." He sat down and projected parchment and a round-topped pen in front of him. What was the divination about? Klein was lost in thought: "Is Mrs. Sharon in trouble?" "No, everyone makes mistakes, everyone has certain problems." "Is Mrs. Sharon involved in a crime?" "... This is also not rigorous enough. As a famous socialite who has been involved in the political circle and has been involved in some dirty and unprovable matters is quite normal... And what defines a crime? The laws of the Roon Kingdom, or those of the Indis Republic, or my own concept of freedom?" ... As his thoughts churned, Klein didn't want to waste any time. After all, his physical body was still in the real world. So, he decided to confirm the several related divinations he had done before. Taking out the pen, he didn't need to write. On the parchment in front of him, a divination sentence appeared: "John Maynard's death was influenced by extraordinary factors." This was the divination Klein did when he went to Maynard's house to communicate with the spirit for the police. The answer at that time was negative. Holding the silver chain, the yellow crystal pendant was just a little away from touching the words on the parchment. Klein half-closed his eyes and recited the divination sentence: "John Maynard's death was influenced by extraordinary factors." "John Maynard's death was influenced by extraordinary factors." ... After repeating it seven times, he opened his eyes and looked at the pendulum. His pupils suddenly contracted. The yellow crystal pendant was rotating clockwise! And a clockwise rotation indicated affirmation! The death of Senator Mendell was influenced by extraordinary factors! Klein stared at the slowly calming pendulum, and waves of emotions surged in his heart: "At that time, my divination was affected and interfered with..." "Mrs. Sheron is an extraordinary being, a very powerful one? Or perhaps she has someone behind her helping her, planning the death of Senator Mendell together?" "To eliminate this powerful competitor for the mayor's position, to eliminate the future member of the House of Commons of the New Party?" One thought after another flashed through his mind, and Klein wrote down new divination sentences: "Mrs. Sheron is an extraordinary being." He repeated it seven times silently, and it was still "Pendulum Method". Klein used the current environment he was in and the relevant information about Mrs. Sheron to complete the divination and saw the answer. The answer was that the yellow crystal pendant was rotating clockwise, and the answer was affirmation! Mrs. Sheron is an extraordinary being... Klein's heart tightened, and without hesitation, he immediately responded to his "call" and pushed open the mysterious door. After the chaos and dizziness, he saw Mrs. Sheron's bedroom and himself. Klein floated and flew half way to the heavy safe, extended his right hand, and carefully inserted it. Since Mrs. Sheron is an extraordinary being, he must be on guard against any traps she might have set in the safe. In this state of a spirit body mixed with a little power from the mysterious space and most of his own spirituality, Klein did not need to do divination anymore. Just getting close to danger could give him a hint - the essence of most divinations is to rely on the astral body to travel through the spiritual realm to gain enlightenment. Simply put, it stems from one's own spirituality. After scanning up and down, left and right, he suddenly lunged forward, and his entire spirit body entered the safe. He saw it divided into three layers. One layer was filled with standard gold bars, thick banknotes, and more valuable jewels. Another layer had many unsealed documents. Klein puffed his cheeks and blew a few times, but failed to open them. He saw the contents inside. Well, let's try again with Azek Mr. Mr. with the copper whistle... Klein had already tested this before. When the spirit body completely enveloped the "Sunfire Spell" and the "Azek Copper Whistle", these two items could penetrate obstacles and seemed to become semi-real and semi-imaginary existences. The bottom layer of the safe was rather strange. It only contained a black and white photo. The photo showed a handsome young man. "Mrs. Sheron's former lover? They were forcibly separated, and Mrs. Sheron had to marry the old baron, so she began to degenerate and wander in the beds of one man after another. But deep in her heart, there was still a piece of pure land. Every night when it was quiet, she would take out this photo and wipe away her tears... " Klein instantly imagined a tragic and melancholic romantic drama. However, the more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong. Because the young man in the photo seemed, probably, maybe, possibly, somewhat similar to Mrs. Sheron... Mrs. Sheron's younger brother? She is an extraordinary being... Shit, she couldn't be a witch through the "Instructor" route either? Just like "Instructor" Thris! A sudden spark of spirituality flashed through Klein's mind, startling him. Why did Thris stay in Tingen before? Because she had companions here? Klein carefully observed the photo and felt that the young man was quite similar to Mrs. Sheron. His almost transparent face made a snarling expression, and he felt that he couldn't look at the "little pornographic picture" he had seen before anymore. Concentrating his emotions, Klein explored the surroundings of the safe to see if there were any other things hidden inside. Although he couldn't pick up the paper now, the feeling of passing through objects and passing through the air was different. The different densities of the objects also made the sensations vary. While exploring, Klein suddenly froze. On the side of the safe that was close to the wall, he found an empty space, a hidden compartment! After confirming there was no danger, Klein entered it. In his line of sight, various items such as ointment, incense, and herbal powder were reflected, as well as a white bone statue carved into a deity. This statue was about the size of a palm, vaguely resembling a beautiful woman. Her hair was very long, extending all the way down to her ankles, and each strand was clearly defined, thick and strong like a venomous snake. At the top of each hair, there was also an eye carved, either closed or open, densely arranged. Klein was startled and "smelled" a strange and eerie odor. He hurriedly exited the hidden compartment. He finally understood the reason why the divination of the secret room and the secret compartment had failed just now!