Minsk Street.
Around noon, Klein bought some lunch nearby. On his way home, a newsboy in ragged clothes suddenly approached him and asked, "Sir, would you like to buy a newspaper?"
Seeing that it was already noon and the newsboy still had not sold all his morning papers, Klein took a one-penny coin from his wallet. "I'll take one."
"Thank you, kind sir." The newsboy immediately added, "You're sure to have good luck."
Klein smiled as he took the newspaper and returned home. He was just about to read it while eating lunch.
Suddenly, a voice sounded behind him. "Sir, would you like a newspaper?"
Klein leaped to his feet. As he turned around, he had already extended his index finger, ready to "fire" at any moment.
There was no one behind him!
Klein lightly clicked his teeth and activated Spirit Vision, but he saw nothing resembling a ghost either.
"Sir, would you like a newspaper?"
The voice appeared behind him again.
Klein forced himself to calm down. The Clown's danger premonition had not sensed anything dangerous. In other words, although what he was encountering was strange, it was not particularly dangerous.
Or perhaps it would not become too dangerous before the other party was stimulated by certain factors.
Klein thought for a moment, then suddenly bent down and looked behind himself from between his legs. The ragged newsboy from earlier was standing on his dining table, gazing at Klein eagerly, as if hoping he would buy a newspaper.
Klein tried asking, "Who are you?"
"Kind sir, you're sure to have good luck." The newsboy smiled.
Klein straightened up again. The other party seemed to know only those two sentences.
After pondering for a while, he prayed to himself and arrived Above the Gray Fog. Through his own stars, he