As soon as Old Neil finished speaking, the dim, illusory eyes behind him vanished quickly. Even Klein, who was in a "clairvoyance" state, couldn't detect any trace of their existence.
"This is a manifestation of ritual magic," Old Neil chuckled and explained.
It's kind of magical... Is clairvoyance the 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 lab and the previous one.
The darkness outlined the shapes of the objects, the long table, test tubes, scales, cups, cabinets, etc., were no different from what Klein saw before he activated "clairvoyance. They didn't emit any light.
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 within it, either blue like the sky, or dazzling similar to stars, or red like a 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, which is one of the keys to successful potion preparation and one of the causes of the extraordinary ones' loss of control, Dunne should have told you this," Old Neil explained calmly.
He suddenly remembered something and laughed:
"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, so he didn't agree with Old Neil and turned his gaze to the dimness around him, which lacked sufficient light. However, there was no the almost invisible spirit and ghosts he expected there.
"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 ones 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 gas light at the entrance of the secret door:
"I understand."
As he spoke, his eyebrows began to twitch uncontrollably, as if in a spasm. What's going on? Klein was about to turn around and ask when suddenly he saw the hidden door at the back, with the edge of the bright yellow light, there was a figure that was almost transparent, standing still quietly. It was in the form of a human, and the aura color perfectly merged with the dim environment, making it difficult to distinguish.
Scream!
Klein's eyebrows suddenly twitched in pain, and his vision became blurry. When he concentrated his attention again, there was no such "invisible" figure!
Strange... He turned around and said:
"Mr. Neil, there's a twitch in my brow, it hurts a bit."
"Haha, this is very normal. You're a newly promoted extraordinary person. The clairvoyance will cause a lot of burden to your 'spirit body', and it will constantly consume energy. Externally, it presents as a twitch in the brow, headache, being overly sensitive, and a few hallucinations. Also, in the clairvoyant state, you are very likely to feel uncomfortable in unfamiliar environments and easily influenced by others' emotions. These are matters that need to be noted and must be adapted to and eliminated through repeated practice. Additionally, control the use and end it in time." Old Neil smiled and replied.
How do you feel like you have a pleasant mood... Klein hurriedly asked:
"How do I exit the clairvoyant state?"
He originally wanted to mention the "invisible" figure he saw just now, but after hearing that there was "a few hallucinations" in the symptoms, he gave up this idea.
Combining the twitching and stabbing pain in the brow, Old Neil's answer could be guessed!
"Imagine the object as before, concentrate 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 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 I tap my brow twice, I can simply open the clairvoyance, and tap twice again to simply end it. How to set it up depends on your own habits and hobbies."
"Understood." Klein thought for a moment and planned to imitate Old Neil, using the action of tapping his brow twice as the 'switch' for the 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, it is too individualized and noticeable.
He concentrated his attention, visualizing the gathering of one by one light balls, and re-entered the meditative state.
Under Old Neil's guidance, through repeated suggestions and practice, he finally "set up" the "switch action".
Gently clenching his fist, using the joint of his index finger to tap his brow twice, a thickness and color difference of the aura light suddenly appeared in front of him.
Tap again, everything returned to normal, and there was no special effect at all.
"Finally mastered... " He exclaimed happily.
Until this moment, he realized that he was so tired that he could fall asleep at any moment, and his head felt empty and painful as if it had been working for three 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 and feet.
Taking the walking stick, he left the alchemy room, watching the hidden door close, Old Neil returned to the weapons storage area, Klein rubbed his brow and temples, pressing the handrail, and climbed up the stairs step by step.
At this time, Dunn Smith came from behind, with a slight smile on his lips and a deep gaze, saying:
"According to Old Neil, you have adapted well, whether in meditation or clairvoyance."
"Perhaps it's just a special of 'diviner'." Klein replied modestly.
He guessed that Dunn had been guarding the armory for old Neil just now.
Dunn slowed down, only ahead of Klein by a little. After a few seconds of silence, he said without turning around:
"You must remember, curiosity can kill a cat and an extraordinary person as well. Don't try to investigate those whispers that shouldn't be heard and those existences that shouldn't be seen."
"OK." Klein knew this was another reminder about the extraordinary person losing control.
Entering the Black Thorn Security Company, he greeted Rosanne, who was still unaware that she had become an extraordinary person, as they walked out of the gate slowly, onto the street. He took a ride on the cable car back to Narcissus Street, almost falling asleep along the way.
It was still morning at this point, with an air temperature of around 26-27 degrees Celsius. Klein took out the copper key from his belt and opened the door to his own house.
Inside the house, many items were not yet added, the living room and dining room were empty, and Benson and Melissa were both at work and reading, having already left.
Klein didn't care about anything else. He closed the door behind him, quickly went upstairs, and 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 noticed the intense sun outside.
"What time is it? Won't we miss the afternoon 'Tarot Gathering'?" He struggled to get up, walked towards the closet because the watch was still in the inner pocket of his tuxedo and had not 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 watch, turned it on, and immediately felt relieved.
It was still a little past twelve, and there was still plenty of time until the appointed three o'clock in the afternoon.
-- Today is Monday, it's the day of his and "The Hangman" and "Justice"'s gathering.
Klein made a thoughtful expression, tapped his temples twice, and his vision changed again, seeing his own aura regain its bright color.
He tapped twice more, withdrew from the spiritual vision, and easily walked to the first floor, boiled a pot of water, added some low-quality tea, and with a little cream, ate a slice of rye bread.
After that, Klein took out the history textbook and the owner's notes, and leisurely began to "review" and consolidate. ...
At 2:57 p.m., Klein closed the book, capped the pen, and with a swift motion drew the curtains together.
Immediately after, he locked the bedroom door, making the room extremely dim.
He lightly tapped his temples twice, activating his clairvoyance, and surveyed his surroundings.
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, feeling his hand back getting a bit itchy. It seemed that the four black dots forming the small square were standing out and emerging.
Crazy shouts and tempting whispers began to echo, but Klein noticed that his headache wasn't as severe as before.
It wasn't that he wasn't affected; it was that 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, as well as those deep red "stars", among which two seemed to have a subtle connection with him, making him feel extremely familiar.
Klein looked at his blurry figure and muttered in confusion:
"Is that what Elder Neil called the star spirit body?"
He remained calm for a few seconds, then once again transformed that magnificent temple on the gray fog, the bronze long table located directly beneath the wide dome, and the twenty-two high-backed chairs with different constellation symbols.
Klein quietly walked to the front seat, allowing his body and face to be enveloped by even more intense gray fog, and then extended his right hand, remotely pointing at the two familiar "deep red" stars, establishing a wonderful connection.