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A few steps forward, Klein saw the guests who came to divination. He was wearing a black formal suit, holding a gold-plated wooden stick and wearing a half-high hat. The short blond hair was stubbornly exposed from the edge, and the tip of his nose was slightly curved, like the mouth of an eagle. .

Anna's fiance... The Joyce Mayer who had experienced terrible suffering... 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 hat and bowed. "Thank you for your advice to Anna. She has always praised your magic and can hardly stop talking."

Klein laughed and said:

"I haven't changed anything. It's up to you to thank yourself. Without a strong will and a good yearning, you can't beat those sins."

After being polite, he couldn’t help but vomit a sentence:

Is this business blowing each other?

"Frankly speaking, I still feel dreamy when I can come back alive. I still can't believe that I can survive that time and again." Joyce shook his head.

Not waiting for Klein to say, he curiously asked:

"When you saw me, you know who I am. Is it because my nose is too characteristic? Or did you prey in my visit?"

"I have your details. For the diviners, this is enough." Klein deliberately vaguely answered and put on a stick.

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

"Mr. Moretti, I want to ask you for divination."

When the voice just fell, he suddenly noticed one thing:

Mr. Klein Moretti claims to be a diviner, not a diviner, a diviner!

"Okay, let's go to the citrine room." Klein made a gesture of asking.

At this time, he inexplicably felt that he should wear a black robe, and the words should not be as much as possible to reflect the mystery of the divination.

Into the divination room, Joyce Mayer took the initiative to lock the wooden door and observed the surrounding environment, and Klein took the opportunity to quietly pinch his eyes and open the vision.

Joyce sat down, leaned on the cane, pulled the black bow tie, and calmly said:

"Mr. Moretti, I want to ask you to solve your dreams."

"Dream dreams?" Klein kept everything in the expected state, confirming the opposite question.

He saw that Joyce's healthy colors were faint to varying degrees, but they did not reach the level of disease, and the color of the emotions was dominated by the blue of thought, and it was so dark that it was clearly tight.

Joyce Zheng focused on the following:

"From the nickname to the port of Enmat, I am doing the same dream every night. The dream is full of fear. I know that this may be the shadow left by me. I should go to the psychiatrist, but I doubt It is not a normal dream. Even if the normal dream is repeated every night, there will definitely be differences in details. This dream, at least the part I remember, has never changed."

"For the diviners, similar dreams belong to the ‘revelation’ given by the gods.” Klein was half relieved and explained, “Can you describe the dream in detail?”

Joyce clenched his fist against his mouth and meditated for a moment:

"I dreamed that I fell from the nickname and fell to the ocean. The ocean is dark red, like decaying blood."

"When I fell, I was pulled by the people on board. I couldn't see how he looked. I only knew that his strength was great."

"And I also pull a person, trying to avoid the end of his fall to the sea, this person I know, he is the nickname passenger, Younis King."

"Because of his weight, because of his struggle, I can no longer afford it. I can only let go of my hand and watch him mourn and fall into the sea of ​​blood."

"At this time, the one above me also let go of my hand. I waved my arms and wanted to catch something, but I didn't catch anything. The whole person began to fall quickly."

"After that, I will wake up in horror, and the back and forehead are all sweat."

Klein handed his forehead, gently tapped, made a thought, and then organized the language:

"Mr. Meyer, a simple nightmare, a similar nightmare, a continuous nightmare, is a psychological problem, has a corresponding root cause, and the same nightmare recurring, it is a reminder of your spirituality, but also a revelation given by the gods. ”

Seeing Joyce’s incomprehensible look, he explained in depth:

"Don't doubt that the spirituality of ordinary people will give them a certain reminder."

"I don't know what happened on the nickname, but I can see that it is a tragedy with blood and iron as the main character, leaving you a deep and deep shadow."

Seeing that Joyce nodded slightly, Klein continued to explain:

"When you are on the boat, you must be very scared. You are very scared. In this extreme emotion, human beings are very easy to lose their observation and ignore many details that should not be ignored. But this does not mean that you have not seen them, just ignore them. Ok, understand? Ignore it."

"In your subconscious mind, in your spirituality, the neglected details still exist. If the things it points to are important enough, then your spirituality will remind you of the way of dreams."

Before I remembered the feeling of neglect, I found that the note fell in the hands of Riel Bieber, the same case... but I am more sensitive, more spiritual, more occult, so I can be the first Time makes a judgment... Klein pauses for a few seconds, looking at Joyce Mayer’s eyes:

"Mr. Eunice King, who fell into the **** ocean because you let go, isn't you praying for you on the boat, but still can't escape the fate of the fate?"

Joyce twitched his body very unnaturally, and replied after a few mouthfuls:

"Yes, but I don't like him any more. Maybe a few days, maybe a week later, you can see from the newspaper how cruel and hateful the villain he is. He raped and killed at least three ladies. A baby was thrown into the raging sea and led a group of irrational beasts, slaughtering passengers and crew."

"He is deceitful, strong, evil, I can't and can't stop, it will ruin my life."

"I don't question the thing you did." Klein first gave an attitude and then explained, "Just your dream tells me that you are regretting, regretting, thinking that you should not let go. Since you think kill It’s a matter of justice to drop him. Why do you regret and regret, so that you can dream of letting go?

"I don't know..." Joyce confused and shook his head.

Klein crossed his hands and placed them in the jaw position, trying to resolve:

"In combination with what I just described, do you ignore anything in this matter, such as the things mentioned by Younis King, the content of the request, the gesture of showing, etc., etc., I can't replace your memories, please Think hard."

"No... he only had time to say "raise me, I surrendered"..." Joyce said suspiciously.

Klein does not know the specific process, can only be combined with the dream, to give guidance:

"Do you think that Eunice. Gold is more useful to survive, can prove something, can explain something?"

Joyce frowned, and for a moment he said:

"Maybe... I always feel that the conflict on the nickname comes too suddenly, and it develops too fiercely. Just like the evil desires hidden in everyone's heart, it breaks out uncontrollably... This is not normal... very abnormal... Maybe, maybe I want to interrogate Younis King and ask him what he was originally doing for the devil's possession..."

Listening to Joyce's description as a nightmare, Klein combines dreams, and his thoughts are cheerful and cheerful, with the unique tone of the gods:

"No, it's not just that."

"What?" Joyce seemed to be shocked.

Klein crossed his hands and leaned against his chin, his eyes fixed on Joyce's eyes, his voice was low but powerful:

"You don't just think that this thing is not normal, you have seen something that you have neglected, and these neglected things are linked together to deduce a terrible conclusion."

"So, your spirituality tells you that someone has a big suspicion, that is, a dream that pulls you, but the one who finally let go of the hand, you subconsciously do not doubt him, so he can't see him, he It is your companion. He once ruled your life and death, or saved you!"

Joycejo then leaned back and slammed the back of the chair.

His forehead slowly sweated and his eyes filled with confusion.

"I... I saw it..."

When the jingle, Joyce stood up and let the high back chair sway and almost fell.

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

It was a round-faced, harmonious, awkward boy, a hero who saved the survivors...

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

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

He showed a bitter smile:

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

He took out the wallet and took 1 Sule's banknotes.

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

You give 10 pounds directly, I don't mind... 1 Sule, you and your fiancee are really like... Klein keeps the grace of the stick, says nothing, smiles and holds the banknote.

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

When he lifted the anti-lock, he suddenly turned back and said sincerely:

"Thank you, Master Moretti."

Grandmaster? Klein gave a sneer and watched the other person leave the divination room, silently saying:

"What seems to have happened on the nickname... If the captain is there, he can figure out everything from Joyce Mayer’s dream..."

............

Early Tuesday morning, Beckland, Queens.

Audrey, who got up early, got a golden retriever, Su Shi, and said in a serious way:

"Su Shi, you are also an extraordinary person, we are the same kind, hey, no, I mean, we must help each other better, you wait for the door, do not let anyone disturb me, I want to conduct a ceremony ""

Su Shi looked at the owner and shook his tail with helplessness.

PS: 5/7, the first recommended ticket on Monday~