After walking a few steps forward, Klein saw the guest who came to divine. He was wearing a black formal suit, holding a gold-inlaid wooden stick, and a half-high top hat. His short golden hair was stubbornly exposed from the edge, and his nose was slightly bent, like an eagle's beak.
The fiancé of Miss Anna...the terrible ordeal Joyce Meier... Klein, who had seen the other party in Dream Divination, immediately smiled and said:
Good afternoon, Mr. Meyer.
Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti.Joyce took off his hat and bowed to salute, thank you for your advice to Anna, who has been praising your magic all the time and can hardly stop her mouth.
Klein laughed:
I have not changed anything. What I should thank is yourself. Without a tenacious will and yearning for beauty, you cannot overcome those difficulties.
After being polite, he couldn't help but complain in his heart:
Anyway, I have received enough rewards from your girlfriend, and it even overflowed?
To be honest, I still feel dreamy about being able to come back alive, and I still can't believe that I can overcome one disaster after another.Joyce shook his head with emotion.
Before Klein could speak, he asked curiously:
As soon as you saw me, you knew who I am. Is it because my nose is too distinctive, or did you divine in advance and come to my visit?
I have your detailed information, which is enough for the diviner.Klein deliberately answered vaguely, posing as a charlatan.
Joyce was indeed shocked, and after about ten seconds he smiled and said:
Mr. Moretti, I would like to ask you to divine.
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed something:
Mr. Klein Moretti calls himself a diviner, not a diviner, diviner!
OK, let's go to the Citrine Room.Klein made a gesture of asking for help.
At this time, he felt inexplicably that he should wear a black robe and try not to speak as much as possible to reflect the mystery of the diviner.
After entering the divination room, Joycemere took the initiative to lock the wooden door and observe the surrounding environment. Klein took this opportunity to quietly pinch his eyebrows and turn on his spiritual vision.
Joyce sat down, leaned on his cane, pulled his black bow tie, and said calmly:
Mr. Moretti, I would like to ask you to explain your dreams.
Dream interpretation?Klein kept everything expected and asked reconfirmedly.
He saw that Joyce's healthy color was dim to varying degrees, but none of them had reached the level of disease, and the emotional color was mainly thought blue, and it was so dark that it was obviously tight.
Joyce Zheng said with a key point:
Since the arrival of the Alfalfa in Port Enmat, I have the same dream every night, full of fear. I know that this may be the shadow left by the disaster. I should go to see a psychiatrist, but I suspect that it is not a normal dream. Even if a normal dream is repeated every night, there will definitely be different details. This dream, at least the part I remember, has never changed.
For diviners, similar dreams are all ‘revelations’ given by the gods.Klein said half comforting and half explanation, can you describe the dream in detail?
Joyce clenched his fist and pressed his mouth for a moment of contemplation:
I dreamed that I fell from the alfalfa and fell to the ocean, which was crimson red like rotten blood.
When I fell, I was pulled by the people on the boat. I couldn't see him clearly, only knowing that he was very strong.
And I also pulled someone to try to avoid the ending of him falling into the sea. This person I know, he is a passenger of the Alfalfa, Yuniskin.
Because of his weight and his struggle, I could no longer bear it. I could only let go of my hand and watch him wailing and falling into the bloody ocean.
At this moment, the one above me also let go of my hand. I waved my arms and wanted to catch anything, but I didn't catch anything, and my whole body 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 him gently, and thoughtfully, then organized the following words:
Mr. Mayer, simple nightmare, similar nightmare, continuous nightmare, belong to psychological problems and have corresponding roots. The recurrence of the same nightmare is a reminder of your spirituality to you and a revelation given by the gods.
Seeing Joyce showing a puzzled look, he explained in depth:
Don’t doubt, the spirituality of ordinary people will also give themselves certain reminders.
I don't know what happened on the Alfalfa, but I can see that it is a tragedy with blood and iron as the main character, leaving you a very deep shadow.
Seeing Joyce nodding slightly, Klein continued to explain:
When you are on the boat, you must be very scared, and in this extreme mood, humans are very prone to lose their observation ability and ignore many details that should not be ignored, but this does not mean that you have not seen them, you just ignored them, do you understand?Ignored.
In your subconscious, in your spirituality, the neglected details still exist. If the thing it points to is important enough, your spirituality will remind you, in a dream way.
I remembered the feeling of ignorance before and found that the note fell into Riel Bieber's hands, which was the same case...but I was more sensitive, more spiritual, and more knowledgeable about mysticism, so I could make a judgment at the first time... Klein paused for a few seconds, looked at Joycemere's eyes and said:
Did Mr. Yuniskin, who fell into a bloody ocean because of your let go, prayed to you on the boat, but still couldn't escape the fateful ending?
Joyce twisted his body unnaturally, opened his mouth several times before answering:
Yes, but I don't sympathize with him. Maybe a few days, maybe a week later, you can see in the newspaper how cruel and hateful he is. He raped and killed at least three ladies, threw a baby into the sea of raging seas, and led a group of wild beasts who were unreasonable, slaughtering passengers and crew.
He is cunning, strong, and evil. I dare not and cannot stop, it will ruin my life.
我并不质疑你做的这件事情。Klein first gave his attitude, and then explained, it was just your dream that told me that you were regretting, regretting, and thinking that you shouldn't let go.Since you think killing him is a just thing, why do you regret and regret so much that you repeatedly dream of letting go?
Klein crossed his hands and placed it in his jaw position, tentatively resolving:
Based on my description just now, have you overlooked anything in this matter, such as what Youniskin mentioned, what begged, the posture of showing, etc., etc. I cannot recall it on your behalf, please think carefully.
No... He had only had time to say, "Give me aside, I surrender." Joyce said to himself in confusion.
Klein didn't know the specific story, so he could only combine it with the dream and give guidance:
So do you think that Yuniskin's survival is more useful, can prove something, and can explain something?
Joyce frowned and after a while he spoke:
Maybe... I always feel that the conflict on the Alfalfa came too suddenly and developed too fiercely, just like the evil desire hidden in everyone's heart burst out uncontrollably... This is abnormal... very abnormal... Maybe, maybe I want to interrogate Yuniskin and ask him what he originally did for the devil possession...
Listening to Joyce's description, Klein combined with his dreams, his thoughts were cheerful, and he said in the unique tone of the charlatan:
No, not just that.
What?Joyce seemed to be startled.
Crane crossed her hands and leaned against her chin, staring at Joyce's eyes in a quiet tone, and said in a low but powerful tone:
Not only do you think this matter is abnormal, you also see some things that you ignore, and these ignored things can lead to a terrible conclusion.
So, your spirituality tells you that someone has great suspicion, that is, the one who holds you in the dream but finally lets go of your hand, subconsciously does not doubt him, so you can't see him. He is your companion, he has dominated your life and death, or saved you!
Joyceho then leaned, thrusting his back to the back of the chair.
His forehead slowly sweated, and his eyes were filled with confusion.
I...I saw...
Clang, Joyce stood up suddenly, causing the high-back chair to sway and almost fell down.
Mr. Tris… He uttered a name with all his strength.
It was a round-faced, kind and shy boy, the hero who saved the survivors...
Klein didn't bother the other person, leaned back slightly and waited quietly.
Joyce's face changed a few times, and finally returned to normal, with a little pale normality.
He smiled bitterly:
I understand, thank you for your dream interpretation, maybe I have to go to the police station.
He took out his wallet and took 1 Sule's banknote.
I don't think money can reflect your value, it can only be given at the price you determine, this is your reward.Joyce pushed the banknote to Klein.
I don't mind if you give 10 pounds directly...1Suler, you and your fiancée are really like Ah... Klein maintains his charlatan style, says nothing, and holds down the banknotes with a smile.
Joyce took a breath, put on his hat, turned around and walked towards the door.
When he unlocked the anti-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 silently said to himself:
Something that seemed to be awesome on the Alfalfa… It would be great if the captain was there, he could figure out the whole thing out of Joycemere’s dream…
…………
Tuesday morning, Bakerland, Queens.
Audrey, who got up early, found Susie, a golden dog, and said seriously:
Susie, you are also extraordinary, we are the same kind, oh, no, I mean, we must help each other better, you wait and keep the door and don't let anyone disturb me, I'm going to perform a ceremony.
Susie looked at her master and shook her tail helplessly.
The fiancé of Miss Anna...the terrible ordeal Joyce Meier... Klein, who had seen the other party in Dream Divination, immediately smiled and said:
Good afternoon, Mr. Meyer.
Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti.Joyce took off his hat and bowed to salute, thank you for your advice to Anna, who has been praising your magic all the time and can hardly stop her mouth.
Klein laughed:
I have not changed anything. What I should thank is yourself. Without a tenacious will and yearning for beauty, you cannot overcome those difficulties.
After being polite, he couldn't help but complain in his heart:
Anyway, I have received enough rewards from your girlfriend, and it even overflowed?
To be honest, I still feel dreamy about being able to come back alive, and I still can't believe that I can overcome one disaster after another.Joyce shook his head with emotion.
Before Klein could speak, he asked curiously:
As soon as you saw me, you knew who I am. Is it because my nose is too distinctive, or did you divine in advance and come to my visit?
I have your detailed information, which is enough for the diviner.Klein deliberately answered vaguely, posing as a charlatan.
Joyce was indeed shocked, and after about ten seconds he smiled and said:
Mr. Moretti, I would like to ask you to divine.
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed something:
Mr. Klein Moretti calls himself a diviner, not a diviner, diviner!
OK, let's go to the Citrine Room.Klein made a gesture of asking for help.
At this time, he felt inexplicably that he should wear a black robe and try not to speak as much as possible to reflect the mystery of the diviner.
After entering the divination room, Joycemere took the initiative to lock the wooden door and observe the surrounding environment. Klein took this opportunity to quietly pinch his eyebrows and turn on his spiritual vision.
Joyce sat down, leaned on his cane, pulled his black bow tie, and said calmly:
Mr. Moretti, I would like to ask you to explain your dreams.
Dream interpretation?Klein kept everything expected and asked reconfirmedly.
He saw that Joyce's healthy color was dim to varying degrees, but none of them had reached the level of disease, and the emotional color was mainly thought blue, and it was so dark that it was obviously tight.
Joyce Zheng said with a key point:
Since the arrival of the Alfalfa in Port Enmat, I have the same dream every night, full of fear. I know that this may be the shadow left by the disaster. I should go to see a psychiatrist, but I suspect that it is not a normal dream. Even if a normal dream is repeated every night, there will definitely be different details. This dream, at least the part I remember, has never changed.
For diviners, similar dreams are all ‘revelations’ given by the gods.Klein said half comforting and half explanation, can you describe the dream in detail?
Joyce clenched his fist and pressed his mouth for a moment of contemplation:
I dreamed that I fell from the alfalfa and fell to the ocean, which was crimson red like rotten blood.
When I fell, I was pulled by the people on the boat. I couldn't see him clearly, only knowing that he was very strong.
And I also pulled someone to try to avoid the ending of him falling into the sea. This person I know, he is a passenger of the Alfalfa, Yuniskin.
Because of his weight and his struggle, I could no longer bear it. I could only let go of my hand and watch him wailing and falling into the bloody ocean.
At this moment, the one above me also let go of my hand. I waved my arms and wanted to catch anything, but I didn't catch anything, and my whole body 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 him gently, and thoughtfully, then organized the following words:
Mr. Mayer, simple nightmare, similar nightmare, continuous nightmare, belong to psychological problems and have corresponding roots. The recurrence of the same nightmare is a reminder of your spirituality to you and a revelation given by the gods.
Seeing Joyce showing a puzzled look, he explained in depth:
Don’t doubt, the spirituality of ordinary people will also give themselves certain reminders.
I don't know what happened on the Alfalfa, but I can see that it is a tragedy with blood and iron as the main character, leaving you a very deep shadow.
Seeing Joyce nodding slightly, Klein continued to explain:
When you are on the boat, you must be very scared, and in this extreme mood, humans are very prone to lose their observation ability and ignore many details that should not be ignored, but this does not mean that you have not seen them, you just ignored them, do you understand?Ignored.
In your subconscious, in your spirituality, the neglected details still exist. If the thing it points to is important enough, your spirituality will remind you, in a dream way.
I remembered the feeling of ignorance before and found that the note fell into Riel Bieber's hands, which was the same case...but I was more sensitive, more spiritual, and more knowledgeable about mysticism, so I could make a judgment at the first time... Klein paused for a few seconds, looked at Joycemere's eyes and said:
Did Mr. Yuniskin, who fell into a bloody ocean because of your let go, prayed to you on the boat, but still couldn't escape the fateful ending?
Joyce twisted his body unnaturally, opened his mouth several times before answering:
Yes, but I don't sympathize with him. Maybe a few days, maybe a week later, you can see in the newspaper how cruel and hateful he is. He raped and killed at least three ladies, threw a baby into the sea of raging seas, and led a group of wild beasts who were unreasonable, slaughtering passengers and crew.
He is cunning, strong, and evil. I dare not and cannot stop, it will ruin my life.
我并不质疑你做的这件事情。Klein first gave his attitude, and then explained, it was just your dream that told me that you were regretting, regretting, and thinking that you shouldn't let go.Since you think killing him is a just thing, why do you regret and regret so much that you repeatedly dream of letting go?
Klein crossed his hands and placed it in his jaw position, tentatively resolving:
Based on my description just now, have you overlooked anything in this matter, such as what Youniskin mentioned, what begged, the posture of showing, etc., etc. I cannot recall it on your behalf, please think carefully.
No... He had only had time to say, "Give me aside, I surrender." Joyce said to himself in confusion.
Klein didn't know the specific story, so he could only combine it with the dream and give guidance:
So do you think that Yuniskin's survival is more useful, can prove something, and can explain something?
Joyce frowned and after a while he spoke:
Maybe... I always feel that the conflict on the Alfalfa came too suddenly and developed too fiercely, just like the evil desire hidden in everyone's heart burst out uncontrollably... This is abnormal... very abnormal... Maybe, maybe I want to interrogate Yuniskin and ask him what he originally did for the devil possession...
Listening to Joyce's description, Klein combined with his dreams, his thoughts were cheerful, and he said in the unique tone of the charlatan:
No, not just that.
What?Joyce seemed to be startled.
Crane crossed her hands and leaned against her chin, staring at Joyce's eyes in a quiet tone, and said in a low but powerful tone:
Not only do you think this matter is abnormal, you also see some things that you ignore, and these ignored things can lead to a terrible conclusion.
So, your spirituality tells you that someone has great suspicion, that is, the one who holds you in the dream but finally lets go of your hand, subconsciously does not doubt him, so you can't see him. He is your companion, he has dominated your life and death, or saved you!
Joyceho then leaned, thrusting his back to the back of the chair.
His forehead slowly sweated, and his eyes were filled with confusion.
I...I saw...
Clang, Joyce stood up suddenly, causing the high-back chair to sway and almost fell down.
Mr. Tris… He uttered a name with all his strength.
It was a round-faced, kind and shy boy, the hero who saved the survivors...
Klein didn't bother the other person, leaned back slightly and waited quietly.
Joyce's face changed a few times, and finally returned to normal, with a little pale normality.
He smiled bitterly:
I understand, thank you for your dream interpretation, maybe I have to go to the police station.
He took out his wallet and took 1 Sule's banknote.
I don't think money can reflect your value, it can only be given at the price you determine, this is your reward.Joyce pushed the banknote to Klein.
I don't mind if you give 10 pounds directly...1Suler, you and your fiancée are really like Ah... Klein maintains his charlatan style, says nothing, and holds down the banknotes with a smile.
Joyce took a breath, put on his hat, turned around and walked towards the door.
When he unlocked the anti-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 silently said to himself:
Something that seemed to be awesome on the Alfalfa… It would be great if the captain was there, he could figure out the whole thing out of Joycemere’s dream…
…………
Tuesday morning, Bakerland, Queens.
Audrey, who got up early, found Susie, a golden dog, and said seriously:
Susie, you are also extraordinary, we are the same kind, oh, no, I mean, we must help each other better, you wait and keep the door and don't let anyone disturb me, I'm going to perform a ceremony.
Susie looked at her master and shook her tail helplessly.
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