A few steps forward, Klein saw the divination guest, dressed in a black suit, holding a gold-encrusted wooden staff, wearing a half-high top hat, short blond hair peeking out tenaciously from the edges, and the tip of his nose slightly curved, like the beak of an eagle.

Anna's fiancé...... That Joyce Meyer went through a terrible ordeal...... Klein, who had seen each other in "Dream Divination", immediately smiled and said:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Meyer. ”

"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti. Joyce took off her top hat and bowed, "Thank you for your pointers to Anna, she has been praising your magic and can barely stop talking." ”

Klein laughed:

"I haven't changed anything, it's you who should be thanked, without a strong will and a yearning for beauty, you can't overcome those misfortunes. ”

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

This is a commercial blow, right?

"Frankly, I still feel dreamy that I can come back alive, and I still can't believe that I can survive the tragedy after disaster. Joyce shook her head with emotion.

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

"As soon as you saw me, you knew who I was, was it because my nose was too distinctive, or did you divinate my visit in advance?"

"I have your details, and for a soothsayer, that's enough. Klein replied deliberately vaguely, posing as a god.

Joyce was really shocked, and only after ten seconds did he smile and say:

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

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly noticed something:

Mr. Klein Moretti calls himself a soothsayer, not a soothsayer, a soothsayer!

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

At this time, he inexplicably felt that he should wear a black robe and try not to speak as much as possible, so as to reflect the mystery of the soothsayer.

Entering the divination room, Joyce Meyer took the initiative to lock the wooden door and observe the surrounding environment, and Crane took this opportunity to quietly pinch his eyebrows twice and turn on his vision.

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

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

"Dream interpretation?" Crane asked in a recurring requisition, keeping everything in anticipation.

He saw that Joyce's health color was dull to varying degrees, but not yet to the level of illness, and that the color of his mood was dominated by the blue of thought, which was so dark that it was visibly tight.

Joyce nodded solemnly:

"I had the same dream every night since the Alfalfa arrived in Port Enmat, and the dream was full of fear, and I knew that this might be the shadow of the calamity, and I should have seen a psychiatrist, but I suspected that it was not a normal dream, and that normal dreams, even if they were repeated every night, would certainly have different details, and this dream, at least the part I remember, had never changed. ”

"For soothsayers, dreams like these are 'revelations' given by the gods. Crane said, half relieved and half explained, "Can you describe the dream in detail?"

Joyce clenched his fist to his mouth and pondered for a moment:

"I dreamed that I had fallen off the alfalfa and into the ocean, which was crimson like decaying blood. ”

"When I fell, I was pulled by the people in the boat, I couldn't see his appearance clearly, only that he had a lot of strength. ”

"And I was also pulling a guy to try to keep him from falling overboard, a man I knew, who was a passenger on the Alfalfa, Eunice King. ”

"Because of his weight, because of his struggle, I could no longer bear it, and I could only let go of my hand and watch him wail and fall into the sea of blood. ”

"At this moment, the one above me also let go of his hand, and I waved my arms to catch something, but I didn't catch anything, and the whole person began to fall rapidly. ”

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

Klein put his hand on his forehead, tapped it slightly, made a thoughtful appearance, and then organized the following words:

"Mr. Meyer, simple nightmares, similar nightmares, continuous nightmares, are psychological problems that have corresponding roots, and the recurrence of the same nightmares is a reminder from your spirit and a revelation from the gods. ”

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

"Don't doubt it, the spirituality of ordinary people also gives itself a certain reminder. ”

"I don't know exactly what happened on the Alfalfa, but I can tell that it is a tragedy with blood and iron as the protagonists, and it has left a deep, deep shadow on you. ”

Seeing Joyce nodding slightly, Klein continued to explain:

"When you're on a boat, you're definitely scared, you're scared, and in this extreme emotion, it's very easy for humans to lose their ability to observe and ignore a lot of details that shouldn't be overlooked, but that doesn't mean you don't see them, just ignore them, you know? ”

"In your subconscious, in your spirituality, the details that have been overlooked are still there, and if it points to something important enough, then your spirituality will remind you, in a dreamlike way. ”

I remembered the feeling of ignoring it and realized that the notebook had fallen into the hands of Riel Bieber, and it was the same case...... It's just that I'm more sensitive, more spiritual, and more occult, so I can make judgments in the first place...... Klein paused for a few seconds, looked into Joyce Meyer's eyes, and said:

"Did Mr. Eunice King, who fell into the sea of blood because you let go, prayed to you on the boat, but still could not escape the fate of fate?"

Joyce twisted unnaturally and opened his mouth a few times before replying:

"Yes, but I have no sympathy for him, and perhaps in a few days, perhaps a week, you will see in the newspapers what a cruel and hateful scoundrel he is, who raped and murdered at least three ladies, threw a baby into a raging sea, and led a horde of irrational beasts to slaughter passengers and crew. ”

"He is cunning, strong, and wicked, and I dare not and cannot stop, for that will cost me my life. ”

"I don't question what you're doing. Klein gave an attitude before explaining, "It's just that your dreams tell me that you're regretting, regretting, thinking that you shouldn't let go." Since you think killing him is a righteous thing, why do you regret and regret it so much that you repeatedly dream of letting go?"

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

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

"Combined with what I just described, did you ignore anything in this matter, such as the things that Eunice King mentioned, the content of the pleading, the gestures shown, etc., etc., I can't replace your recollection, please think about it. ”

"No...... He only had time to say, 'Spare me, I surrender,'......" Joyce muttered to himself, confused.

Klein didn't know the specific experience, so he could only combine it with dreams and give guidance:

"Do you think that Eunice King survived to be more useful, to prove something, to explain something?"

Joyce frowned for a moment, and then spoke:

"Perhaps...... I always felt that the conflict on the Alfalfa came too suddenly, developed too violently, like the evil desires hidden in everyone's hearts burst out uncontrollably...... This is not normal...... Very abnormal...... Perhaps, maybe I want to interrogate Eunice King and ask him why he did something like demonic possession in the first place......"

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

"No, it's not just that. ”

"What?" Joyce seemed startled.

Crane crossed his hands, rested his chin, stared into Joyce's eyes calmly, and said in a low but powerful tone:

"Not only do you think it's not normal, you're also seeing things that you've overlooked, and these overlooked things can be put together to lead to a terrible conclusion. ”

"So, your spirit tells you that there is a person who has a lot of suspicion, that is, the one who grabbed you in a dream, but finally let go, you subconsciously don't doubt him, so you can't see his appearance, he is your companion, he once ruled your life and death, or rather, saved you!"

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

Sweat slowly trickled down his forehead, and his eyes were full of confusion.

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

With a thud, Joyce jerked to his feet, causing the high-backed chair to stagger, nearly collapsing.

"Mr. Triss......" he said with all his might.

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

Crane 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 little pale normal.

He smiled wryly:

"I see, thank you for interpreting the dream, maybe I have to go to the police station. ”

He took out his wallet and took out a note of 1 sole.

"I don't think money is worth you, you can only give it at the price you set, it's your reward. Joyce pushed the note to Klein.

You just give 10 pounds, and I don't mind...... 1Sole, how much do you and your fiancée resemble...... Crane maintained the demeanor of a god stick, didn't say anything, and held down the bill with a smile.

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

When he lifted the lock, he suddenly turned around and said sincerely:

"Thank you, Master Moretti. ”

Master Klein laughed secretly, watched the other party leave the divination room, and muttered to himself silently:

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

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

Tuesday morning, Beckland, Queens.

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

"Susie, you're extraordinary too, we're the same kind, phew, no, I mean, we have to help each other better, you wait and guard the door, don't let anyone disturb me, I'm going to perform a ritual. ”

Susie looked at her master and wagged her tail helplessly.

PS: 5/7, Monday's first more recommendation vote~