Your soul can extend and become a hidden ear. This discovery made Sean feel a little dizzy and unreal.
He tried to concentrate the diffused souls and extend them outward. Due to the limitation of the size, although the "Blue Cloud" has become as thick as a wrist, it can only achieve an eavesdropping distance of ten meters at most, and because the end is relatively small, it is difficult to hear The sound is not clear.
"Eavesdropping that ignores ten meters of obstacles." Sean manipulated the slender soul tentacles at the moment and wandered around.
"Yes, Mr. Lehman, I can draw up the contract tomorrow..."
"Oh, honey, I love you, oh..."
"That guest from 703 is really annoying. He complains all day about our uncleanness..."
"Another home run! New York Yankees' Jason Weir hits another..."
What Sean feels now is a bit strange. The thin soul band is like an antenna, and Sean is constantly adjusting its direction.
What you hear changes as the "antenna" moves, just like an FM radio.
Since almost all the soul belts of about ten meters can receive sound vibrations, many sounds overlap, and Sean needs to distinguish them carefully to hear specific sounds.
Sean also discovered that his diffused soul could not only capture the vibration of sound, but also have a certain sense of touch.
For example, when scanning the bathroom, he can feel the changes in temperature and humidity.
It's like extending an invisible sensory system.
However, the dispersed state of the soul consumes a lot of energy. Soon, Sean felt a little tired, so he withdrew his soul and retreated from the symbol.
Lying in the darkness, Sean's thoughts surged.
"What does this symbol represent? Why can it not only stabilize the soul, but also achieve this dispersion state?"
"Has it always existed in my body? Did it awaken due to the impact of the resentful spirit?"
Sean turned over, realizing that there was no point in thinking about it now - what he needed more at the moment was sleep.
"In any case, this soul dispersion state is also a special ability. Although it cannot be used for self-protection, it is an additional tool for collecting information.
"It's impossible to know its origin and principle now. It's better to have a good rest. There are still many things to do tomorrow."
Thinking like this, maybe because he had consumed a lot of experience using the diffuse state, Sean quickly fell asleep.
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Sean requested a wake-up call and breakfast service before checking in. He was woken up by the doorbell early in the morning.
Opening the door, a waitress brought the morning cart and placed hot toast and fried eggs on Sean's table.
With the freshly ground coffee and a casual glance at the newspaper that was delivered, Sean finished his breakfast quickly, put on his coat, took the briefcase containing the information and went out.
The New York City monastery is three blocks away from the Mist and Rose Hotel. Sean followed the flow of people going to work and took the newly built tram to the monastery.
The New Testament Temple is a Gothic-style building with dripping gargoyles sitting on top of the columns on the walls.
Going up the stairs, Sean could see a diamond-shaped shield hanging directly above the door of the discipline house.
The vertical rhombus represents Holy Father Keen/Saviorism and the Holy Temple. The shield on the rhombus is the symbol of the monastic discipline.
In the theocratic country of New Landel, Holy Father Keen and the Salvation Religion are the supreme beings. Religious belief is above all else and has penetrated into every aspect of the country.
Even the administrative agencies that specialize in public security are deeply religious.
Under the diamond-shaped shield is the motto of the Order: - Serve the authority of God and the peace of man.
Sean looked up at the huge shield, walked through the hurried people, and entered the hall.
Even early in the morning, the hall of the monastic discipline was crowded with people and noisy.
According to the hanging sign, Sean found the "Missing Case Reporting Office".
After waiting for several people, it was finally Sean's turn. He told the female correctional officer on duty what had happened and then handed Aaliyah's photo to her.
The female correctional officer listened very carefully and recorded Aaliyah's situation on a typewriter, and collected the photos. She said to Sean: "We will send your sister's information and photos to all branches. Once there is news, , we will contact you at the phone number you left."
Sean left the extension of his room and the phone number of the front desk of Fog and Rose.
Sean was just about to say thank you when he suddenly heard a familiar female voice: "Sean, is it you? Why did you come to the discipline center? Did you encounter any trouble?"
Sean turned his head. Miss Daisy was wearing a black and white dress today and a fashionable wide-brimmed hat on her head.
She was followed by a middle-aged man with a mustache wearing a straight police uniform. His epaulettes had several diamond shapes.
Sean thought of the old driver George who wanted to murder him, and he did not intend to tell others about Aaliyah easily; but Sean realized that Miss Daisy could not be an accomplice of those people, because if she wanted to murder him , the best opportunity was last night when I was resting alone in the guest room.
"Since she is not an accomplice of those people, and the man around her seems to be a high-ranking person, then revealing it to her should help me find Aaliyah."
These thoughts flashed through him, and Sean told Daisy about his sister's disappearance. The discipline center officials beside Daisy also listened carefully.
After listening to Sean's narration, Daisy covered her mouth with her gloved hands. She was obviously a little surprised: "I didn't know that such a thing happened..."
She turned to the officer beside her and said: "Director Flake, Sean is a kind-hearted young man. He traveled across the ocean to come to us for his sister. Do you think you can help him?"
Director Flake nodded, leaned over and said a few words to the female correctional officer, and then picked up the file bag containing Aaliyah's information: "We will give priority to this case." Flake patted the case. Sean's arm: "Sean, don't worry, we will do our best to find your sister."
Unexpectedly, he was able to get the director's promise. Sean was a little excited and thanked him repeatedly. The heart that had been a little anxious due to Aaliyah's disappearance was also greatly relieved.
Daisy looked at Aaliyah's photo: "What a cute girl. Look, she has a thick, long, beautiful braid..."
"Alia is very precious about her hair." He smiled bitterly when he thought of his sister combing her long hair and making faces at him in the mirror.
Daisy handed back the photos: "Sean, do you have any photos of Aaliyah? Give me a few more. I have some tips... My detective friends, I'll ask them to look for them too."
Sean quickly pulled out several photos of Aaliyah and handed them to Daisy along with the one just now.
Daisy said some more words of relief, and then left with Director Flake.
When Sean walked out of the discipline center, he felt hope for the first time since it was confirmed that Aaliyah was missing.
"Aaliyah, you must be safe." Sean muttered silently, feeling that a large search net was slowly being rolled out.
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After grabbing something to eat, Sean took the tram and headed to the location of the Newland Poetry Society, No. 95 Sequoia Road.
Sequoia Road is on the west side of New York City, far away from the pier. Sean took a transfer before arriving nearby.
After getting off the bus and walking for about fifteen minutes, Sean arrived at No. 95.
When he arrived, he felt his heart sink.
The building in front of us had a charred outer wall and broken doors and windows. It had obviously suffered a fire a long time ago and had not been used for a long time.
"This is a fake address!" Sean punched his fist in his heart, "This poetry association is indeed fake!"
The feeling of being teased and deceived burned Sean's heart, and he was extremely angry, cursing the unknown deceiver and the organization hiding in the shadows.
Although he knew it was a fake address at first glance, Sean still planned to walk into the long-abandoned building that had been in disrepair after the fire to check it out.
Nothing else, just fear of missing even a little clue.
Just as he was about to step over the fading tape, he sat on the street corner next to him when a drunken homeless man shouted incoherently: "Don't go in! People have been burned to death in there!"
Sean stopped at the gate, thinking of the terrible spiritual room on Central Avenue, and he hesitated - there wouldn't be a spiritual room in this building that once burned, right?
Sean just hesitated for a moment. He thought of the unknown symbol in his body and gained a little more courage: "Katherine said that I was 'introduced' into the spirit world before. There is no one else here. Even if there is a spirit world, I can’t get in either.”
After thinking about it, he stepped over the blockade tape and walked into the building.
