Lord of the Mysteries

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

Anna’s fiancé… the Joyce Meyer who experienced terrifying suffering… Klein who saw each other in “dreamland divination” immediately opened the mouth and said:

“Good afternoon, Mr. Meyer.”

“Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti.” Joyce took off the top hat and bent over and satuted. “Thank you for your advice to Anna. She has been praising your magic and can hardly stop talking.”

Klein laughed:

“I haven’t changed anything. I should thank you. You can’t overcome those hardships without tenacious will and longing for good.”

After being polite, he disabled to bear and said in his heart:

Is this business blowing each other?

“Honestly speaking, I still feel dreamy about being able to come back alive. I still can’t believe that I can get through the hardships one after another.” Joyce shook his head with emotion.

Waiting for Klein to say, he curiously asked:

“As soon as you saw me, you understood who I am, is it because my nose is too distinctive, or did you arrive at my visit in advance?”

“I have your details. For Divinator, this is enough.” Klein deliberately vaguely answered and showed zealot.

Joyce was shocked, and it took me ten years later to make a smile:

“Mr. Moretti, I want to invite you to divination.”

Bone barely fell, he suddenly noticed one thing:

Mr. Klein Moretti calls Divinator instead of divinator, divinator!

“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 with as few words as possible to reflect Divinator’s mysterious.

Entering the divination room, Joyce Meyer took the initiative to lock the wooden door and observed the surrounding environment, and Klein took advantage of this opportunity and quietly pinched his eyebrows 2 times to open the spirit 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.”

“Dreaming?” Klein kept everything in the expected state, confirming the question.

He saw that Joyce’s health color was dimmed to varying degrees, but he had not yet reached the disease level, and his emotional color was dominated by thinking blue, which was so dark that it showed obvious tension.

Joyce solemnly nodded and said :

“Since The Medicago arrived at Enmatt Harbor, I was dreaming the same night every night. The dream was full of fear. I know that this may be the shadow left by me. I should go to Psychiatrist, but I suspect that it is not normal. Dreams, normal dreams, even if they are repeated every night, there will definitely be differences in details, and this dream, at least the part I remember, has never changed.”

“For Divinator, similar dreams belong to the ‘revelation’ given by God.” Klein 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 Medicago and fell to the ocean. The ocean is deep 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 passenger of The Medicago, Younis Grum.”

“Because of his weight, because of his struggle, I can no longer afford it. I can only let go of my hands. Look at him and mourn the ocean that fell into the blood.”

“At this time, the person above me also released his hand, and I waved my arms, trying to catch anything, but I didn’t catch anything, and the whole person began to fall quickly.”

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

Klein reached the forehead, tapped it lightly, thought about it, and then organized the language:

“Mr. Meyer, a simple nightmare, a similar nightmare, a continuous nightmare, a psychological problem, a corresponding root cause, and the same nightmare recurring is a reminder of your spirituality and a revelation from God.”

Seeing Joyce’s inexpressible expression, he explained in depth:

“Don’t doubt that the spirituality of the ordinary person will give you a certain reminder.”

“I don’t know what happened on The Medicago, 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 Joyce slightly nodded, Klein continues to explain:

“When you are on the boat, you must be very scared. You are very scared. In this extreme emotion, the human race is very easy to lose sight and ignore many details that should not be ignored, but this does not mean that you have not seen them, but Ignore it, 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 notebook fell into the hands of Riel Pipa, which is the same case … but I am more keen, spirituality is stronger, mysticism knowledge is more abundant, so I can make judgment immediately … … Klein pauses for a few seconds, looks at Joyce Meyer’s eyes:

“Mr. Younis Grum, who fell into the bloody sea because you let go, did you pray for you on the boat, but still can’t escape the fate of the fate?”

Joyce twisted his body less naturally and opened his mouth a few times before being replied:

“Yes, but I do not sympathize with him. Maybe a few days, maybe a week later, you can see from the newspaper how cruel and hateful he is. He raped and killed at least 3 ladies. A baby was thrown into Mad Sea and led a group of irrational wild beasts to massacre 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 made this.” Klein gave his attitude first, and then explained, “It’s just that your dream tells me that you are regretting, regretting, and thinking that you should not let go. Since you think kill He is a matter of justice, why do he regret and regret so much that he repeatedly dreams of the picture of letting go? “

“I don’t know…” Joyce confused and shook his head.

Klein crossed his hands and placed them in the mandible 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 Grum, the content of pleading, the gesture of showing, etc., etc., I can’t replace your memories, please think hard. “”

“No… he only had time to say ‘rare 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 Younis Grum is more useful to survive, can prove something, can explain something?”

Joyce frowned, and for a moment she said:

“Maybe… I always think that the conflict on The Medicago came too suddenly and developed too fiercely, just like the unnatural desires in everyone’s heart broke out uncontrollably… this is not normal… very abnormal… Maybe, maybe I want to interrogate Younis Grum and ask him what he was originally doing for the Devil possession…”

Listening to Joyce’s description as a nightmare, Klein combines dreams, thoughts are suddenly cheerful, and uses the unique tone of zealot:

“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 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 derive a terrifying conclusion.”

“So, your spirituality tells you that someone has a big suspicion, that is, the one who caught you in the dream, but finally let go of his hand, you do n’t subconsciously doubt him, so you ca n’t see him like that, he It ’s your companion. He once ruler your life and death, or save you! “

Joyce suddenly leaned back and hit the back of the chair with a muffled sound.

His forehead slowly sweated and his eyes filled with confusion.

“I… I saw it…”

Kuāng dāng, Joyce stood up, letting the high back chair sway and almost fall down.

“Mr. Terris…” 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 touch of said with 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 the 1shilling notes.

“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 pay 10 pounds directly, I do n’t mind … 1shilling, you and your fiancee are really like … Klein maintains the zealot style, said nothing, and smiled and pressed the banknote.

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

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

“Thank you, Moretti Master.”

Master ? Klein smirked and watched the other leave the divination room, silently saying:

“There seems to be something wrong with The Medicago… If captain is there, he can figure out everything from Joyce Meyer’s dream…”

…………

Early in the morning of Week 2, Beckland, Queen District.

Audrey, who got up early, found Susie, the golden retriever, and said in a serious way:

“Susie, you are also Extraordinary, we are the same kind, hey, no, I mean, we have to help each other better, you wait for the door, don’t let anyone disturb me, I have to carry out a ceremony.”

Susie looks at the owner, shaking his tail helplessly.

PS: 57, the first recommended ticket on Monday ~