Looking at Klein, Leonard smiled and nodded with his eyes twinkling: "Then what do you need them to provide?" He had worked with Old Neil and others many times, and naturally understood that divination required a medium, especially when the "protagonist" was absent. Klein thought for a moment and looked at the butler, Cely: "I need Elliot's recent unwashed clothes that he has worn, and if he had any accessories he used to carry with him, that would be even better." He tried to choose normal mediums rather than things that might cause ordinary people to have wild thoughts. But even so, the old butler Cely looked puzzled: "Why?" After asking, he added: "I have a photo of little Elliot少爷 with me Why? Because we were going to use divination to find his whereabouts... Klein was momentarily at a loss for words. If he told the truth, without mentioning that it might violate the confidentiality clause, Mr. Cleary would probably turn around and leave, tearing up the contract in his heart and cursing: "These fraudsters! If this could work, I'd rather go find the most famous psychic in Ahova County!" Next to him, Leonard Mitchell chuckled and said: "Mr. Cleary, my companion, well, colleague, has a peculiar pet. Its sense of smell is more sensitive than a hunting dog. So we need Elliot's clothes he wore and the items he carried with him to help us find him. You know, clues often only narrow down to a general range." "As for that photo, we also need it. I and him must know what Elliot looks like." Mr. Cleary accepted this explanation and nodded slowly, saying: "Are you waiting here or are you going with me to Mr. Vicrol's residence in the city?" "Together, to save time," Klein replied succinctly. He wanted to test his extraordinary abilities, but also had a simple desire to save others. "OK, the carriage is downstairs," Mr. Cleary said as he took out a black and white photo from his pocket and handed it to Leonard. This was a single photo of Elliot Vicrol. He was about ten years old, with slightly longer hair that almost covered his eyes, having obvious freckles on his face, and not particularly distinctive in appearance. Leonard glanced at it and then handed it to Klein. Klein carefully looked at it, put it in his pocket, then took his cane, put on his hat, and followed the two in front of him out of the Black Thorn Security Company and into the carriage parked downstairs. The interior of the carriage was quite spacious, covered with thick carpets, and had small tables for placing items. Because of Mr. Cleary's presence, Klein and Leonard did not speak, quietly feeling the carriage moving steadily on the gradually smaller raindrops on the wet road. "Nice carriage driver," after a while, Leonard broke the silence and smiled approvingly. "Um," Klein responded indifferently. Mr. Cleary forced a smile and said: "Your compliment is his honor. We're almost there..." Because of the fear of being detected by the kidnappers, the carriage did not approach the residence of tobacco merchant Vicrol, but stopped beside a nearby street. Mr. Cleary held an umbrella and returned alone, waiting while Leonard said to Klein to himself: "I last speculated the reason without any other purpose. I just wanted to tell you that that notebook will definitely reappear, perhaps soon." "This is definitely not a pleasant speculation," Klein pointed at the position of the driver outside the car with his chin, indicating not to discuss sensitive topics in the presence of others. Leonard blew a whistle and turned to look out of the window. He saw raindrops sliding over the glass, leaving hazy marks, completely blurring the outside world. After a while, Cleary returned with a bag of things. Because he had hurried too much, his trouser legs were full of mud and there were wet marks in front of him. "This is the clothes Elliot少爷 wore yesterday, and this is the storm amulet he wore before." Klein took it and looked at it. He found it was a scaled-down version of a gentleman's suit, a small shirt, a small waistcoat, a small bow tie, and so on. And that storm amulet was on a bronze base, engraved with symbols representing strong winds and waves, but it did not inspire Klein's imagination. "Now I will detail the process of Elliot少爷 being kidnapped, to help you narrow down the target..." Mr. Cleary sat down and repeated the nightmare experience of the morning, hoping that the hard-won helper could play a certain role. Klein and Leonard had no interest in the specific process, only caring about how many kidnappers there were, whether they showed any unusual behavior, and whether they carried weapons. "Three", "normal", "with a gun"... After obtaining the desired information, they said goodbye to the old housekeeper, Cleary, and hired a light two-wheeled carriage nearby. Unlike the public carriage, this one was either four-wheel or two-wheel, and could be charged by the kilometer or based on the time. The former was 4 pence per kilometer within the city and 8 pence outside the city, while the latter was 2 shillings per hour, less than 1 hour was counted as 1 hour, and for more than 1 hour, an additional 6 pence every 15 minutes, less than 15 minutes was charged at 15 minutes. In bad weather or when speed needed to be increased urgently, the price would increase. Klein had heard from Azek the instructor that in the capital, Beekland, the drivers of rental carriages were known for their arbitrary pricing. For him, this was a rather luxurious enjoyment, but he didn't need to worry about it at the moment because Leonard directly handed the driver two 1 shilling notes. "By time." After Leonard finished his instruction, he closed the carriage door. "Where are you going?" The driver holding the two banknotes asked with joy and confusion. "Wait a moment." Leonard turned his gaze to Klein. Klein nodded slightly and took out Elliot's clothes, spread them on the carriage floor, and then wrapped the Storm Shield around his walking stick. He held the silver-plated black walking stick and placed it straight on Elliot's clothes. The "light ball" in his mind condensed, and Klein's mood rapidly became calm, his brown eyes deepened accordingly, entering a semi-meditative state. He felt that his "spirit" in his body had signs of becoming lighter and floating, and vaguely saw the ubiquitous "spirit world", silently reciting "Elliot's location". After seven times, his hand left the black walking stick, but the walking stick did not fall, remaining upright there, even though the carriage was slightly swaying! There were subtle and intangible movements around him, and Klein seemed to feel the gaze of countless indifferent eyes. During this period, he occasionally experienced similar feelings in his meditative state and during the spirit vision. With these faint horrors, he gazed at the walking stick with his dark eyes and silently recited again in his heart: "Elliot's location." As soon as he finished reciting, the silver-plated, wooden, black walking stick fell down, facing forward. "Go straight." Klein grasped the walking stick and spoke in a low voice. His voice was slightly ethereal, as if it could penetrate into the unknown world. This was one of the divination abilities he mastered, called "Staff Search for Object", the prop must be wood, metal, or a mixture of both. Normally, this must be done with two genuine divination sticks - shaped like a straight wire without bending, bent at right angles, and held on the shorter side to rotate to determine the direction, but as a "diviner", Klein, after practice, found that he could directly use this search method to find people, and could use the walking stick instead of the divination stick, the direction it fell was the direction of the thing to be found. As for the notes of the Antigonus family, because Klein completely couldn't remember the appearance and had no impression at all, he couldn't find them. "Go straight." Leonard shouted to the driver, "You will be told when it's time to turn." The driver didn't understand why this was done, but the banknotes in his inner pocket and the other person's unhesitating act of giving money made him keep silent and choose to accept. The carriage slowly moved, passing one street after another. During the journey, Klein used "Staff Search for Object" to correct the direction several times. When the carriage circled around a building, he finally confirmed that Elliot was inside, just 30 minutes after saying goodbye to the old housekeeper, Cleary. After dismissing the driver, Klein did not use Elliot's clothes again and directly placed the walking stick wrapped with the Storm Shield on the ground. His eyes deepened once again, and the few raindrops around suddenly began to swirl in place. The walking stick tilted to the slightly forward direction, and Klein pointed to a staircase entrance and said: "There." "Sometimes, I envy Old Neil, and the same goes for now. " Looking at this scene, Leonard smiled and sighed. Klein glanced at him and replied calmly: "This isn't difficult. As long as you're willing, you'll definitely be able to learn... Your inspiration must be very high, right?" Leonard nodded and smiled lightly: "This isn't a good thing." He quickened his pace and walked into the staircase entrance in the remaining rain. Klein was afraid of ruining his formal suit and followed him almost on foot. This building had only three floors, similar to the apartment buildings on Earth. At each entrance on each floor, there were only two rooms. Klein used the "stick search" method twice on the first and second floors, and the walking stick remained steady and pointed upwards. The two walked more quietly and reached the third floor. Klein gently placed the silver-studded black walking stick on the ground. Whew! A gentle breeze blew through the staircase, and his eyes changed color, becoming so dark that it seemed it could suck in souls. Whew! It seemed that there were invisible crying sounds echoing around. Klein's palm loosened, and the walking stick, wrapped with the storm protection charm, stood firmly. He recited "Elliott's location" again, and looking at his black walking stick falling down, he landed silently and pointed to the room on the right. "It should be inside." Klein picked up the walking stick and lightly tapped his temples twice. As the various "colors" deepened, he looked at the right door and directly saw the various "atmospheres" inside. "One, two, three, four... Three kidnappers and one hostage, the numbers match... One of them has a smaller aura, probably that's Elliot... Mr. Cleary said they have two shotguns and a revolver..." Klein whispered. Leonard chuckled: "Let me sing a poem for them." "Why do they have to be kidnappers? Can't they be happy civilized people?" He put down the bag containing Elliot's clothes and took two steps forward, his expression instantly becoming calm and sad. The magnetic and deep voice slowly spread out: "Ah, the threat of fear, the red hope! At least one thing is true: This life is fleeting. One thing is true, the rest are lies, After blooming once, it will depart from the world..."
