After a moment's pause, Caine activated his spiritual vision and surveyed the room. Under the soft, crimson moonlight, the bedroom of Lady Xuelin appeared luxurious and elegant. Thick rugs covered the floor, the space was spacious, and the bed linens were made of rich velvet. A cluttered table held various skincare and cosmetics, sparkling jewelry gleamed here and there, the wardrobe was half-open, scattered garments and sheer stockings lay casually on a lounge chair, and numerous ornamental pieces, adorned with gold threads, caught his eye. Most striking of all was an unfinished oil painting—depicting Lady Xuelin herself in the nude. Her rich brown hair flowed like a waterfall, her warm brown eyes reminiscent of a deer in the forest, pure and dewy. Yet, her arched brows, lifted eyelids, refined nose, and delicate lips conveyed the graceful charm of a mature woman. These two contrasting elements were harmoniously blended, creating an irresistible allure. Bending his head slightly, Caine only glanced briefly, not taking a close look—this wasn't pretense. He had already noticed the subtle stains on the other person's clothing; what could he possibly be afraid of regarding a little yellow rabbit? His attention was drawn instead to the paint pots, plates, brushes, and a silver full-length mirror standing beside the oil painting. The arrangement, the positioning, the spatial relationship all together sparked an odd thought: perhaps the painting itself was created by Lady Xuelin, not by the painter she had recently cultivated. A woman of striking beauty, elegant figure, both alluring and pure, removing her clothes, gazing into the mirror while sketching her own form, capturing her beauty—such a scene felt strangely out of place. Wasn't Lady Xuelin a bit too self-absorbed? Caine murmured this thought silently, then turned his gaze away and began searching for potential evidence of a crime. As instructed by Leonard and Fley, he had always worn black gloves, carefully noting the original appearance of each area as he moved, so as to be able to restore them precisely later. For a seer, this poses no difficulty at all—should he forget, he can simply recall it through the technique of dream divination. Of course, before heading out tonight, he had also performed a divination for himself, and the result was reassuring: no danger, a smooth journey. This is precisely what a competent seer should do... even though I've already become a clown, he thought to himself, offering a self-deprecating remark. After nearly twenty minutes of searching, he found nothing noteworthy in the lady's bedroom, nor any sign of spiritual luminescence. In the end, he stopped before a sturdy safe in the corner of the room. The iron-gray cabinet stood a meter tall, thick and heavy, conveying an unmistakable sense of solidity—so solid, in fact, that even if he brought in dynamite, he doubted it could be opened. "What a true hallmark of the steam age—there must surely be an extremely intricate mechanical arrangement inside," he remarked, attempting to open it, only to suffer a rather humbling failure. He temporarily set the safe matter aside, removed his left-hand glove, and took off the yellow crystal pendant wrapped around his wrist. Holding the silver chain, he allowed the pendulum to hang freely, clearing the warmth brought by the room's fragrance and entering a meditative state. His eyes deepened, and he softly murmured: "This room has a hidden chamber or a secret compartment." "This room has a hidden chamber or a secret compartment." ... After repeating this seven times, the color of his eyes returned to normal, and he turned his gaze to the yellow crystal pendant, now rotating counterclockwise—indicating a negative. He gave a barely perceptible nod, then left Mrs. Xuelin's bedroom, quietly searching through the study, living room, and sunroom following the same procedure, but found no useful or valuable clues. He had not used the "pendulum method for locating objects" because he did not know exactly what he was looking for. He removed a silver pocket watch engraved with vine patterns, opened it carefully, checked the time, then turned to walk back toward Mrs. Snowlen's bedroom. Gently closing the wooden door, Cline drew out the ritual silver dagger, infusing it with a steady stream of spiritual energy, uniting it with the natural forces and sealing the entire room. He needed to "summon" himself! He wanted to enter the heavy safe in a spiritual form, to inspect its contents! "Mr. Cline doesn't need to know how to open locks!" he murmured in Chinese. Since this was a plea directed at himself, the rituals could be simplified—no need for elaborate procedures—so Cline took a candle infused with sandalwood, lit it casually with spiritual energy, and thus set up the altar. "I!" "I summon by my name:" "The fool of a time unmade, the mysterious sovereign above the grey mist, the King of Luck in yellow and black." The incantation echoed in Lady Xyren's bedroom, and Celine's spirit flowed out, blending with the candlelight to form a gray-white, palm-sized luminous veil. Then, he stepped backward four paces, cutting through the roar, and entered beyond the gray mist. Glancing at the "Gate of Summoning" behind the high-backed chair at the head of the ancient long table, Celine was about to respond when he suddenly paused. "Well, since I've already arrived, why not make a divination while I'm here—perhaps it will reveal some clues. Here, aside from distractions being eliminated, my abilities are actually enhanced. Moreover, the environment in which my body now resides effectively functions as if I'm using items carried by Lady Xyren herself." He settled down, summoning a sheet of vellum and a round-ribbed steel pen before him. What should he divinate? Celine pondered. "Is there something amiss with Lady Xyren?" "No, everyone makes mistakes; everyone has certain imperfections." "Is Lady Xyren involved in a crime?" “…This isn't quite rigorous enough. As a figure in the social circles, it's entirely normal for someone to become entangled in some unsavory, yet unprovable, matters… And what exactly defines a crime? The laws of the Luon Kingdom, the laws of the Intis Republic, or simply my own judgment?” …As these thoughts raced through his mind, Caine didn't want to waste any more time—after all, his physical body remained in the real world—so he decided to verify the several divinations he had previously performed. He picked up his pen, and without writing, a divinatory sentence appeared clearly on the parchment before him: “The death of John Menard is influenced by extraordinary factors.” This was the divination Caine had done when he visited Menard’s office to assist the police with spirit communication—back then, the answer had been negative. Holding the silver chain, he let the yellow crystal pendant just barely touch the words on the parchment, then closed one eye half-lidded, silently reciting the divinatory sentence: “The death of John Menard is influenced by extraordinary factors.” "John Menaud's death was influenced by extraordinary factors." ... He repeated it seven times, then opened his eyes and looked at the pendulum—his pupils suddenly narrowed. The yellow crystal pendant was rotating clockwise! A clockwise motion signifies affirmation! John Menaud's death was indeed influenced by extraordinary factors! Klein gazed at the pendulum, now slowly settling into stillness, his heart surging with waves of realization: "My initial divination had been affected, disrupted..." "Is Mrs. Xuelun an extraordinary being—a very capable one? Or does she have someone behind her, working in tandem to orchestrate Menaud's death?" "Perhaps to eliminate a strong contender for the mayoral position, to remove a future parliamentary representative of the new party?" One thought after another flashed through his mind, and Klein wrote down a new divinatory statement: "Mrs. Xuelun is an extraordinary being." "Still reciting the seven times, still using the 'pendulum method,' Caine, drawing upon the current environment and the relevant information about Madame Xuelin, completed the divination and saw the answer. The answer was the yellow crystal pendant rotating clockwise—definitely affirmative! Madame Xuelin was no ordinary person... Caine's heart tightened. With no further delay, he immediately responded to his own summons and pushed open that mysterious door. In this ethereal state, infused with a touch of the mysterious space's power and drawing upon the bulk of his own spirituality, Caine no longer needed to make divinations—he simply needed to approach danger to receive guidance. Most divinations, in essence, rely on the star-bodied beings traversing the spiritual realm to gain insights, fundamentally stemming from the practitioner's own spirituality. Well, let's try one more time with Lord Azk's copper whistle—Klein had tested this before. When the spirit completely envelops both the "Yang-Yan Seal" and the "Azk Copper Whistle," the two items seem to penetrate obstacles, becoming something half-real, half-phantom. The very bottom layer of the safe is particularly strange—there's only a black-and-white photograph there, showing a young man with a clear, refined appearance. "Was this the former lover of Madame Xuelun? They were forcibly separated, and Madame Xuelun had to marry the old baron, leading to her gradual decline and drifting from one man to another. Yet deep within her, a pure and untouched ground remains. At night, when the stillness settles, she takes out this photograph, wipes tears, and gently strokes it..." Klein instantly envisioned a poignant, melancholy romantic drama. But the more he looked, the more off-kilter he felt—because the young man in the photograph seemed, perhaps, possibly, somewhat like Mrs. Xylen—was he her brother? She was a非凡者… heck, could she possibly be a mage by the Way of the Magus, like Tris the Instigator? A sudden flash of insight struck Caine, startling him. Why had Tris stayed in Tingen before? Had she come here with a companion? As Caine studied the photograph more closely, the resemblance between the young man and Mrs. Xylen grew more striking. His nearly translucent face contorted into a grimace, as if he could no longer bear to look at the earlier "small stain" directly. Composing himself, Caine began to search the edges of the safe, hoping to find something else hidden there. Though he couldn’t currently lift the paper, the sensation of passing through objects differed from that of passing through air—different densities created distinct feelings. As he searched, Caine suddenly paused. On the wall-side of the cabinet, he felt a hollow—a recess! After confirming there was no danger, Crane slipped inside, where his vision revealed oils, incense, herbal powders, and a bone-carved statue. The statue was palm-sized, vaguely that of a beautiful woman, with long hair extending all the way down to her ankles—each strand thick and clear, like a serpent. At the tip of every hair, a single eye was carved, some open, some closed, densely arranged. Crane was startled, detecting an eerie scent, and hurriedly retreated from the recess. Now he finally understood why his earlier divination of the chamber and the hidden compartment had failed!