As soon as Old Neil finished speaking, the dim eyes in the shadows behind him quickly vanished. Even if it was in the "clairvoyance" state, Klein couldn't detect any trace of its previous existence. "This is a manifestation of ritual magic," Old Neil chuckled and explained. It's a bit magical... Is clairvoyance an enhanced version of the Yin-Yang eyes? Klein, like a child with a new toy, moved his gaze away, inspecting every corner of the room, wanting to see the differences between the current alchemy room and the previous one. The darkness outlined the contours of the objects, the long table, test tubes, scales, cups, cabinets, etc., were no different from when Klein activated "clairvoyance" before. They didn't emit the slightest glimmer. Objects without life don't have spirit? Klein muttered to himself, his gaze sweeping over the silver small box on the table. Suddenly, he saw a brilliance shining within, either blue like the sky, or brilliant like stars, or red like fire! "Materials from extraordinary species and some kind of life, or activity? Even if the original owner is dead?" Klein pondered the words and asked Old Neil curiously. "An accurate description is that their spirit will remain, this is one of the keys to the success of the potion preparation, and also one of the roots of the extraordinary person's loss of control, Dunne should have told you this." Old Neil explained calmly. He suddenly remembered something and burst into laughter: "I remember the formula for 'Grave Collector' contains dried adult black-spotted frogs. To take this potion, one needs a lot of courage." Klein imagined it and felt a bit sick, but he didn't agree with Old Neil and turned his gaze to the dimness around him, where there was not the expected, almost invisible spirit and ghosts. "Isn't it said that the spirit world is everywhere?" He asked in confusion. Old Neil chuckled and said: "Little one, repeat after me:" "This is the headquarters of the Night Watch team. This is the underground of the Night Goddess Church. There are many extraordinary people here!" "Do you think we would let spirits and souls wander here? And the spirit world and spirits are two different concepts." Klein was momentarily embarrassed and turned his head, pretending to gaze at the faint gaslight at the entrance of the hidden door: "I understand." As he spoke, his brow began to twitch uncontrollably, as if in a spasm. What's going on? Klein was about to turn around to ask when suddenly he saw a nearly transparent figure standing quietly at the inner side of the hidden door, it was human-shaped, and the color of its aura perfectly merged with the dim environment, making it difficult to distinguish. Scream! Klein's brow suddenly throbbed sharply, his vision became confused. When he concentrated again, there was no "invisible" figure! Strange... He turned around and said: "Mr. Neil, my brow is twitching and it hurts a bit." "Haha, this is very normal. You are a newly promoted extraordinary person, clairvoyance will cause a heavy burden on your 'spirit body' and continuously consume it. Externally, it presents as twitching of the brow, head pain, excessive sensitivity, and a few hallucinations. And in the clairvoyance state, you are very likely to feel uncomfortable in a strange environment and easily influenced by others' emotions. These are matters that need to be noted. They must be adapted to and eliminated through repeated practice. Also, use it with moderation and end it in time." Old Neil replied with a smile. How does it feel like you have a pleasant mood... Klein hurriedly asked: "How do I exit the clairvoyance state?" He originally wanted to mention the "invisible" figure he saw just now, but after hearing "a few hallucinations" in the symptoms, he gave up this idea. Combining the twitching of the brow and the pain, Old Neil's answer could be guessed! "Imagine the objects as before, focus your attention, then switch to the meditative state, close your eyes, control your spirituality, repeatedly tell it to stop, and then open your eyes. You will find that the clairvoyance has ended." Old Neil described it leisurely, and at the end, he added, "Of course, this is the most cumbersome and clumsy method. We can practice and repeatedly suggest to ourselves in the meditation, repeatedly influence the spirituality, leaving a simple 'switch action', such as when I tap the center of my forehead twice, I can simply activate clairvoyance, and when I tap twice again, I can simply end it. How to set it up depends on your own habits and hobbies." "I understand," Klein thought for a moment and planned to imitate Old Neil, using the action of tapping the center of his forehead twice as the 'switch' for clairvoyance. "One tap" is easy to confuse with the instinctive tapping of the head, "Three taps" might waste precious time in a crisis situation. As for snapping one's fingers and other actions, they are too individual and noticeable. He focused his attention, visualizing the gathering of one by one light balls, and re-entered the meditative state. Under Old Neil's guidance, after repeated suggestions and practice, he finally "set up" the "switch action". Gently clenching his fist and using the joint at the base of his index finger to tap the center of his forehead twice, Klein's vision suddenly appeared with different thicknesses and colors of aura light. After tapping twice, everything returned to normal, and there was no trace of any anomaly. "Finally mastered... " he exclaimed with joy. Until this point, he realized that he was so tired that he could fall asleep at any moment, his head felt empty and painful as if it had been working for three whole nights. Old Neil smiled and said: "We are not 'non-sleepers'. After excessive practice or excessive use of clairvoyance, we need a period of sleep to recover. You can go home now, have a good rest, and go for a stroll on the way from Welch's residence to Iron Cross Street in the afternoon, trying to find clues to the Antigonus family notes as soon as possible. Tomorrow, we will continue the teaching of mysticism knowledge. Of course, you can't forget to read those historical documents." "OK," Klein agreed with Old Neil's arrangement with both hands. Taking the walking stick, he left the alchemy room, watched the hidden door close, Old Neil returned to the weapons storage area, and Klein rubbed his forehead and temples, pressing the handrail, ascending the stairs step by step. At this time, Dunn Smith came from behind, with a slight smile on his lips and deep eyes, saying: "According to Old Neil, you are very adapted, whether it's meditation or clairvoyance." "Perhaps it's just a special trait of a 'diviner'." Klein replied modestly. He guessed that Dunn had been watching the weapons storage area for Old Neil. Dunn slowed down, just ahead of Klein, and after a few seconds of silence, he didn't turn around and said: "Remember, curiosity can kill a cat and an extraordinary person. Don't try to explore those whispers that shouldn't be heard and those existences that shouldn't be seen." "OK." Klein knew this was another reminder about the out-of-control of extraordinary people. Entering the Black Thorn Security Company, he greeted Rosanne, who was obviously still unaware that she had become an extraordinary person, and slowly walked out of the gate, came to the street, took the non-powered public carriage and returned to Narcissus Street. He almost fell asleep on the way. This was still the morning, the temperature was around 26-27 degrees Celsius. Klein took the copper key from his belt and opened the door of his own house. Inside the house, many items had not been added yet, the living room and dining room were empty, Benson and Melissa were both at work and reading, and they had already gone out. Klein didn't care about anything else, closed the door behind him, quickly went upstairs, entered his own bedroom with bookshelves. After taking off the tuxedo and hanging it on the closet, he couldn't wait to lean against the bed and fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow. Klein was awakened by the bright sunlight. He turned his head to the side, slowly opened his eyes, and found that the scorching sun was right outside. "What time is it? Won't we miss the afternoon 'Tarot Gathering'?" He struggled to get up and walked towards the closet, because the pocket watch was still inside his tailcoat and hadn't been taken out yet. Not only did he forget about this matter, but he also forgot to close the bedroom door and to draw the curtains over the bulging window. Snap! Klein took out the pocket watch, turned it on and looked at it. Immediately, he felt relieved. It was only a little past twelve. There was still plenty of time until the appointed three o'clock in the afternoon. -- Today is Monday. It's the day of his gathering with "The Hangman" and "Justice". Klein made a thoughtful expression, tapped his temples twice, and once again his vision changed. He saw that his aura regained its bright color. He tapped twice more, withdrew from the spiritual vision, and easily walked to the first floor. He boiled a pot of water, added some low-quality tea leaves, and with a little cream, ate a slice of rye bread. After that, Klein pulled out his history textbooks and the original owner's notes, and leisurely began to "review" and consolidate. ... At 2:07 p.m., Klein closed the book, put the pen cap back on, and with a swift motion drew the curtains together. Immediately after that, he locked the bedroom door, making the room extremely dim. He lightly tapped the center of his forehead twice, activating his clairvoyance, and looked around. After confirming that there were no intangible spirits in the room, Klein ended his clairvoyance, took out his watch, and checked the time. Tick, tick. At a quarter to three, he took a step forward, walked counterclockwise four steps, forming a square, and for each step, he silently recited the corresponding incantation in Chinese. However, he didn't prepare any food this time. Klein closed his eyes, felt his hand back getting a little itchy, as if the four black dots forming the small square were standing out and emerging. Crazy shouts and tempting whispers began to echo, but Klein found that his headache wasn't as severe as before. It wasn't that he wasn't affected, but he could try his best to control himself from actively listening. As an "extraordinary person", he had more self-control in such an environment. Soon, his "body" became lighter, floated upwards, and saw the diffused, grayish-white, boundless, and hazy fog, saw those deep red "stars", and among them, two seemed to have a subtle connection with him, making him feel extremely familiar. Klein looked at his blurry figure and muttered doubtfully: "Is that what Elder Neil called the star spirit body?" He remained calm for a few seconds, then again transformed that magnificent temple on the gray fog, the bronze long table located directly below the wide dome, and the twenty-two high-backed chairs with different constellation symbols. Klein quietly walked to the front row and sat down, allowing his body and face to be enveloped by even more intense gray fog. Then he extended his right hand and pointed at the two familiar "deep red" stars, establishing a wonderful connection.
