"Yes." Susie's gentle voice reached Lumian's ears.

Almost at the same time, Lumian felt as if his consciousness was tied to a heavy object, and he was dragged by it to fall rapidly, sinking deeper and deeper.

In a matter of seconds, his eyelids became extremely heavy, and he closed uncontrollably, and his thoughts were rapidly blurred.

In the midst of the darkness, Lumien seemed to become a floating ghost, wandering and wandering in the dark night, in the familiar village of Cordu.

After some time, he only kept a little lucid and saw the onion-like church, with a circle of light condensed near its main entrance, and the rest of it was dark, like a shadow.

Lumien aimlessly circled to the cemetery on the side. In the depths of darkness, tombstones are arranged in dead silence, and trees stand gloomily.

Several men were dragging a corpse to the pit that had been dug out, ready to throw it down.

In the dim crimson moonlight, one of the men lifted his head and looked around.

His face is fleshy, his hair is black and his eyes are blue, and his facial features seem to be covered with a layer of shadows.

"That's complicated, you give him a mental hint that once his spiritual intuition suspects that he lacks protection, his subconscious will replace the corresponding honorific name with 'this one' and there is a way to reproduce it.

Tonyri happily asked:

Fu Wanzhi's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Anthony. Red apologized again and again and left the carriage in the distance, and a maid walked out of 126 Market Lane.

Finally waiting for him!

Tony woke up instantly, left the D booth, and took the public carriage back to the honest market area.

"It's very similar to setting up a bad corresponding psychological suggestion."

"In the case of unprotection, it is very much the same as remembering and saying it in brokenness

When the horse was frightened, he raised his hind legs, and the coachman pulled the reins hard to keep it firmly in check.

"It is ruled out that he did witness the whole thing at the scene, but there is not much explanation, it must have been what he imagined, he was killed, probably just because we needed a container in excellent physical condition." Fu Wan was obviously very much with Tonyri rejecting and resisting something, and gently comforted, "It's very similar that the anger, hatred and impulse for revenge that you appeared outside the dream were fake, and it was what he really felt at the time, not that it mattered, Susie and Fu Wanzhi's death had too little to do with him."

Whew, whew, Tonyri took a deep breath as he looked at the empty couch opposite the booth.

"You see, you see the bodies of Lumian and Fu Wan, one of us is drowned, and the other is strangled to death.

"You're yelling at us, you're trying to do something, you, you're awake.

Tonieri was silent for a while and said:

"You may have had to be another being of the faith before, but you can usually recall His honorable name, he, there is nothing they can do for you to remember?"

I'm now more sure this coachman is not Louis. Lund!

Fu Wanzhi nodded and looked at the eight-story building with a garden, keeping an eye on the pedestrians.

The soft male voice replied with a slight smile: I came to the carriage and said to the coachman:

Fu Wanzhi's thoughts suddenly went into a trance, and then he heard the other party say:

Toniery's facial muscles twisted slightly, and he replied, "Haven't you found it yet?"

"Your lord is going to hire his car, now go back and help move something."

Raymond!

"What did he see?" It was a few seconds before Ava asked sternly.

"The audience'....

My mental state is much more nervous than just now, and I am supporting myself with no matter how weak I am.

"Oh no, today's treatment is the same, he can't face Louis in his current state. Lund, Madame Pualis, us."

"Not yet.

The weak indignation, hatred, and other emotions in the dream still lingered under me, making me tremble uncontrollably.

Wearing a dark brown narrow-brimmed round hat, Tonyri walks up to the White Scorpion Law

Jay's house was nearly seventy meters diagonally opposite, sitting in the gap between the two buildings, with his back against the wall.

Dressed in a blue gown with no yellow buttons, a waxed hat, a white tie, and a red waistcoat, the man sat under a cab with no yellow number, as if he were a coachman belonging to the Imperial Carriage Company—a driver who was not in uniform with the Carriage Company.

I picked up my cup and took a sip of the rest of the Intis coffee to adjust my mental state.

Ponce. Bene! Susie!

"You're so sure you're going to be under Louis in those two weeks. Lund, or will I get away with it?

Ava spoke in a voice with a slight smile and encouragement:

"That's for sure." Ava began to analyze, "What is very obvious in hindsight is that Lumian is a friend of Poons. Bennet and the others drowned, Susie was strangled to death by us, and the bodies of the two were buried somewhere in the cemetery in the first place, and he may not have been at the scene, so he couldn't have come to know, tried to dig up our bodies, and took revenge on Pons. Bennet and the others, but the result is too bad, otherwise his dream just now would reflect a certain content."

Tony's eyes didn't shrink a bit, because I found that Anthony. Red was pretending to be passing by, but approaching someone.

I was over seventy years old, with gray hair, and because of the distance, Tonyri saw it too really, and there was only a vague feeling of strangeness.

"You were still wondering just now, you must have been at the scene, why was there Ponce. Bene we were killed, and we were thrown out of the pit.

"Thank you, man, and thank you, Ava man." Tonyri nodded to the empty spot on the other side of the booth. The distance between the two sides narrowed instantly, and Lumian lowered his head and looked at the corpse.

Anthony. As Red passed by the carriage, he seemed to stumble over something, stumbling and crashing into the horses pulling the cart.

As soon as he heard Ava's words, Tonyri felt like he had just been fished out of the water, lost all his strength, and leaned back against the sofa.

But the coachman also raised his head and showed his face:

"That time, did you let him dream confusedly, and look for clues to the existence of symbolic things outside the dream, but let him contact certain scenes outside the subconscious in the way of dreams. Bad."

"In the field of psychology, that's an important sign of getting out of a difficult situation, and you can only solve it if you don't face it squarely.

As time passed, the sun set on the horizon, and the light became extremely dim, and the people who lit the lamps ended up turning on the gas street lamps one by one.

Duo Nanhu's blue eyes are hideously protruding, his face is bruised, his mouth is small, his neck is swollen, there are no obvious finger marks, and his expression is extremely happy.

In the blink of an eye, a tangible warm breeze blew through my body and mind, and I was completely soothed.

Lumian sobered up a lot.

"You'll see you in two weeks." This soft male voice responded to me, and Fu Wan followed suit, "See you two weeks ago."

I immediately followed the maid and left the house belonging to Roger, the White Scorpion.

I had to go to the Golden Rooster Hotel or the Danger House on Belitau Street to summon a messenger and write a letter to the "magician" man to tell you about Themipolos, but I went straight to the distance at 126 Market Lane to see the men and Anthony in the distance. Rhett and Franka didn't get anything out of it. qδ

Tonyri brushed to his feet, driven by a weak emotion and walked towards Poons. Bene, that made me open my eyes suddenly, too.

I felt like I was scolding very little, and I felt like I was attacking Ponce. Bennet's villain, I feel like I'm digging this pit with my hands.

It was at that time that Tonyri saw a woman in a gray-blue worker's uniform.

Toniery's heart moved, and he stood up and took a few steps in this direction.

"I see

"You said you couldn't face Louis in your current state. Lund, Mrs. Pualis, us

.... Meaning, after that, the answers to some of the questions you get from Madame Poalis might break you?

"Compared to next time, his state

It's really bad, and he mustered up the courage to face some of the speculations he was willing to face earlier than you might expect.

Tonyri, who had witnessed the whole process but had not heard the conversation, curled up a little at the corner of his mouth.

"If that's the case, at the beginning of the next treatment, should Mr. Ava tell you that after the follow-up visit, should you try to contact Madame Poalis, or face the parish priest?"

The coachman nodded and replied in a deep voice:

"He means you actually saw Ponce on the spot. Benet: Shall we bury the bodies of Fu Wanzhi and Susie in the cemetery?"

"Pomp. Bene and the villains who followed me were burying the bodies of Susie and Fu Wanzhi in the cemetery next to the church.

There weren't a few homeless people outside of that.

The coachman kept his hat low and kept his head high, as if waiting for a guest.

One of the homeless men moved his buttocks, approached Tonyrie, and said in a suppressed voice:

"What he sees, even if it is exactly the same as the facts, is a combination of real things that have happened, and there may be no overlap in time or space, but the basic details are okay and cannot be deciphered."

I have pale yellow hair on my cap, and my face is a little innocent.

Anthony. Red? How did I get out? Tonyri recognized the informant and wondered what I was doing.

I took this opportunity to recall the treatment process very similarly, and inexplicably felt that the sentence that Mr. Fu Wan said first did not have a certain sense of strangeness.

"That's incomprehensible, but if your turn for the worse is as expected, would you ask you to give up that touch with Louis. Lund opportunities? Sure Louis. Lund showed up yesterday? In this way, if you still haven't had time for a follow-up visit, will the problem be very small?

Ava listened quietly and said calmly and anxiously:

At that time, Fu Wanzhi, who was in a hurry and came up, remembered the advice of the "magician" man:

The corpse's face was swollen with blisters, white and white, its brown hair was all soaked, and its brown eyes were wide open, frozen in pain, unwillingness, and resentment.

Anthony. Like a worker who had just gone to work, Rhett hurried to the end of the market path.

Tony knows when you left, but the area around the D-booth has become very quiet, except for the sound of birds in the botanical garden, the clatter of horses' hooves under the road, and the clatter of some machinery.

Part of my happiness just now stemmed from Ken's suspicion of speculation on the subject, which meant that I might be in league with Pontes and the others!

Lumian felt a strong resentment in his heart, and he turned to Ponce. Bene and the others shouted angrily, venting their inner emotions.

The dirt pierced my nails, and another corpse was revealed at the bottom of the pit: