Chapter 63 Dream Interpretation

Walking a few steps forward, Klein saw the guest who came to divination. He was wearing a black formal suit, holding a gold-studded wooden staff and a half-top hat. His short golden hair was stubbornly exposed from the edge, and the tip of his nose was slightly curved, like the beak of an eagle. .

Anna's fiancé... The Joyce Meyer who had experienced terrifying ordeals... Klein, who had seen each other in "Dream Divination", immediately smiled and said:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Meyer."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti." Joyce took off his top hat and bowed to salute. "Thank you for your pointers to Anna. She has been praising your magic and can hardly stop."

Klein laughed and said:

"I haven't changed anything. It's you who should be thanked. Without perseverance and yearning for beauty, you can't overcome those calamities."

After being polite, he couldn't help but complain in his heart:

Is this a business blow?

"Frankly speaking, I still feel dreamy that I can come back alive, and I still can't believe that I can get through that one disaster after another." Joyce shook his head with emotion.

Without waiting for Klein to say more, he asked curiously:

"You knew who I was when you saw me just now. Is it because my nose is so characteristic, or did you predict my visit in advance?"

"I have your detailed information. For a fortune-teller, that's enough." Klein answered vaguely on purpose, posing as a magician.

Joyce was really shocked, and after ten seconds, he smiled and said:

"Mr. Moretti, I would like to ask you for a divination."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed something:

Mr. Klein Moretti calls himself a fortune teller, not a fortune teller, a fortune teller!

"Okay, let's go to the Citrine Room." Klein made a gesture of invitation.

At this time, he inexplicably felt that he should wear a black robe and try not to speak too much to reflect the mystery of the fortune-teller.

Entering the fortune-telling room, Joyce Meyer took the initiative to lock the wooden door and observed the surrounding environment. Klein took this opportunity to quietly squeeze his eyebrows twice and activate his spiritual vision.

Joyce sat down, leaned on his cane, pulled his black bow tie, and said in a calm voice:

"Mr Moretti, I would like to ask you to interpret the dream."

"Interpretation of dreams?" Klein asked rhetorically, maintaining that everything was as expected.

He saw that Joyce's healthy color was dimmed to varying degrees, but none of them had reached the level of disease, and the emotional color was dominated by thinking blue, which was dark and visibly tense.

Joyce nodded solemnly:

"I have had the same dream every night since the Clover arrived at Enmat Harbor. The dream is full of fear. I know that this may be the shadow of the disaster. I should see a psychiatrist, but I doubt it. That's not a normal dream, and a normal dream, even if it's repeated every night, is bound to vary in detail, and this dream, at least as far as I can remember, has never changed."

"For fortune-tellers, similar dreams belong to the 'revelation' given by the gods." Klein said with half relief and half explanation, "Can you describe the dream in detail?"

Joyce clenched his fist to his mouth, thought for a moment and said:

"I dreamed that I fell off the Clover and fell into the ocean, which was crimson red like rotting blood."

"When I fell, I was pulled by the person on the boat. I couldn't see what he looked like, but he was very strong."

"And I also pulled a person, trying to prevent him from falling into the sea. I know this person. He is a passenger of the Clover, Eunice King."

"Because of his weight, because of his struggles, I can no longer bear it, so I can only let go and watch him cry and fall into the blood-colored ocean."

"At this moment, the one above me also let go, and I waved my arms, trying to catch something,

But nothing was caught, and the whole person began to fall rapidly. "

"After that, I would wake up in horror with sweat all over my back and forehead."

Klein put his hand on his forehead, tapped lightly, looked like he was thinking, and then organized the following words:

"Mr. Meier, simple nightmares, similar nightmares, and continuous nightmares belong to psychological problems and have corresponding roots, and the repeated occurrence of the same nightmare is a reminder of your spirituality to you, and a revelation given by the gods. "

Seeing Joyce's puzzled look, he explained in depth:

"Don't doubt, the spirituality of ordinary people will also give them certain reminders."

"I don't know exactly what happened on the Clover, but I can tell that it was a tragedy with blood and iron as the protagonist, and it left a deep, deep shadow on you."

Seeing Joyce nodded slightly, Klein continued to explain:

"When you are on a boat, you must be very scared, you are very afraid, and in this extreme emotion, it is very easy for human beings to lose observation and ignore many details that should not be ignored, but this does not mean that you do not see them, just ignore them Got it, understand? Ignore it."

"In your subconscious, in your spirituality, the overlooked detail is still there, and if it points to something important enough, then your spirituality will remind you, in the form of a dream."

I remembered the feeling of neglect before, and found that the notebook fell into the hands of Riel Bieber. Judgement is made in time... Klein paused for a few seconds, looked into Joyce Meier's eyes and said:

"Mr. Eunice Jin, who fell into the blood-colored ocean because you let go, did he pray to you on the boat, but still failed to escape the fate of his fate?"

Joyce twisted his body unnaturally, opened his mouth a few times before answering:

"Yes, but I have no sympathy for him, maybe in a few days, maybe a week, you'll see in the papers what a cruel and hateful villain he was, he raped and killed at least three ladies, A baby was thrown into a raging sea and led a pack of irrational beasts to slaughter passengers and crew."

"He is cunning, strong, evil, I dare not and cannot stop, it will cost my life."

"I don't question what you did." Klein gave his attitude first, and then explained, "It's just that your dream told me that you are regretting, you are regretting, and you think you should not let go. Since you think killing It is a just thing to let him go, so why do you regret and regret that you repeatedly dream of letting go?"

"I don't know..." Joyce shook his head in confusion.

Klein crossed his hands, placed it on his chin, and tentatively explained:

"Combining with the description I just described, have you overlooked anything in this matter, such as what Eunice Kim mentioned, the content of his plea, the gesture he showed, etc., etc., etc. I can't remember for you, please. Think hard."

"No... he only had time to say 'forgive me, I surrender'..." Joyce said to himself with doubts.

Klein didn't know the specific process, so he could only give guidance based on the dream state:

"Then do you think that Eunice King's survival is more useful, can prove some things, can explain some things?"

Joyce frowned and said after a while:

"Maybe... I always feel that the conflict on the Clover came too suddenly and developed too intensely, like the evil desires hidden in everyone's hearts burst out uncontrollably... This is not normal... Very abnormal... Maybe, maybe I want to interrogate Eunice King and ask him why he did something like being possessed by a demon in the first place..."

Listening to Joyce's description like a dream, Klein combined the dream, his thoughts were suddenly bright, and he said in a tone unique to the magic stick:

"No, not just that."

"What?" Joyce seemed startled.

Klein crossed his hands, leaned against his chin, stared calmly at Joyce's eyes, and said in a low voice but powerfully:

"You don't just think it's not normal, you see something that you ignore, and those things that get ignored can lead to a terrible conclusion."

"So, your spirituality tells you that there is a person who is very suspicious, that is, the one who held you in your dream but finally let go. You don't subconsciously doubt him, so you can't see his appearance. It's your companion, he once dominated your life and death, or in other words, saved you!"

Joyce Hoe leaned back, slamming the back of the chair with a muffled sound.

Sweat slowly dripped from his forehead, confusion in his eyes.

"I...I saw..."

With a bang, Joyce stood up abruptly, causing the high-back chair to sway and nearly fall.

"Mr. Triss..." He said a name with all his strength.

It was a round-faced, kind, shy boy, the hero who saved the survivors...

Klein didn't bother the other party, leaned back slightly, and waited quietly.

Joyce's face changed a few times, and finally returned to normal, with a pale normal.

He showed a wry smile and said:

"I understand, thank you for your interpretation of the dream, maybe I have to go to the police station."

He took out his wallet and took a 1-soul note.

"I don't think money can reflect your value. It can only be given at the price you determined. This is your reward." Joyce pushed the banknotes to Klein.

I don't mind if you give 10 pounds directly... 1 Soule, you and your fiancée really look alike... Klein maintained the demeanor of a magician, said nothing, and held down the banknotes with a smile.

Joyce took a breath, put on his top hat, and turned to the door.

When the lock was lifted, he suddenly turned his head and said sincerely:

"Thank you, Master Moretti."

Grandmaster? Klein secretly laughed, watched the other party leave the divination room, and said to himself silently:

"Something extraordinary seems to have happened on the Clover... If only the captain was here, he could figure it all out from Joyce Meyer's dream..."

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Early Tuesday morning, Backlund, Queens.

Audrey, who got up early, found Susie the golden retriever and said solemnly:

"Susie, you are also an Extraordinary, we are the same kind, bah, no, I mean, we must help each other better, you wait and guard the door, don't let anyone disturb me, I will perform a ceremony ."

Susie looked at her master and wagged her tail helplessly.

PS: 5/7, the first recommendation ticket is requested on Monday~