After taking a few steps forward, Klein saw the customer who had come for his divination. He was dressed in a black suit and held a gold-inlaid wooden cane. He wore a half top hat, and his short blond hair peeked out from the edges. The tip of his nose was slightly curved, like an eagle's beak.
Anna's fiancé … Joyce Meyer, who had gone through a terrible ordeal … Klein, who had seen him in the dream divination, immediately smiled and said, "Good afternoon, Mr. Meyer."
"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti."
"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti." Joyce took off his top hat and bowed. "Thank you for your guidance to Anna. She has been praising your miracles and can't stop talking."
Klein chuckled.
"I didn't change anything. You should be thanking yourself. Without a strong will and a yearning for beauty, you wouldn't have been able to overcome those disasters."
After the pleasantries, he couldn't help but lampoon inwardly.
Isn't this considered flattery?
"Frankly speaking, I still find it a dream that I came back alive. I still can't believe that I survived one disaster after another." Joyce shook his head wistfully.
Without waiting for Klein to speak, he asked curiously, "You knew who I was the moment you saw me.
"You knew who I was the moment you saw me. Is it because my nose is too unique, or did you divine my visit in advance?"
"I have detailed information about you. For a Seer, that's enough," Klein deliberately answered vaguely, acting like a charlatan.
As expected, Joyce was stunned. Ten seconds later, he forced a smile.
Ten seconds later, he forced a smile and said, "Mr. Moretti, I would like to seek your divination."
Just as he said that, he suddenly realized something.
Mr. Klein Moretti claimed to be a Seer, not a fortune-teller, but a fortune-teller!
"Alright, let's go to the Topaz Room." Klein gestured for him to enter.
At that moment, he had an inexplicable feeling that he should wear a long black robe and try not to speak too much to reflect the mysteriousness of a Seer.
After entering the divination room, Joyce Meyer locked the wooden door and observed his surroundings. Klein took the opportunity to pinch his glabella twice and activate his Spirit Vision.
Joyce sat down, leaned on his cane, tugged at his black bow tie, and said in a deep voice,
"Mr. Moretti, I would like you to interpret my dream."
"Dream Interpretation?" Klein maintained his composure as if everything was within his expectations and asked in confirmation.
He saw that Joyce's health colors had varying degrees of dullness, but none of them had reached the level of illness. His mood colors were dominated by the blue of thought, and it was so dark that it showed obvious tension.
Joyce nodded solemnly.
"Ever since the Alfalfa arrived at Enmat Harbor, I've been having the same dream every night. The dream is filled with fear. I know that this might be a shadow left behind by the disaster. I should see a psychiatrist, but I suspect that it's not a normal dream. Even if a normal dream repeats itself every night, there will definitely be some differences in the details. But this dream, at least the parts that I remember have never changed."
"To a Seer, such dreams are considered 'revelations' given by the gods," Klein said, half consoling and half explaining, "Can you describe the dream in detail?"
Joyce clenched his fist to his mouth and pondered for a moment.
"I dreamed that I was falling from the Alfalfa into the sea. The sea was dark red, like decaying blood."
"As I was falling, I was held back by someone on the ship. I couldn't see his face clearly, but I knew that he was very strong."
"And I was also holding onto someone in an attempt to prevent him from falling into the sea. I knew this person. He was a passenger of the Alfalfa, Younis King."
"Because of his weight and because of his struggle, I could no longer withstand it. All I could do was let go and watch him wail as he fell into the blood-red sea."
"At that moment, the person above me released his grip. I flailed my arms, hoping to grab onto something, but I couldn't grab onto anything. My entire body began to plummet rapidly."
"After that, I would wake up in horror, my back and forehead covered in sweat."
Klein placed his hand on his forehead and rapped it gently, as though he was in deep thought.
Following that, he organized his words and said, "Mr. Meyer, simple nightmares, similar nightmares, and continuous nightmares are all psychological problems. They have corresponding roots, but for the same nightmare to appear repeatedly is a reminder from your spirituality. It's also a revelation given by the gods."
Noticing Joyce's puzzled look, he explained in depth, "Don't doubt it.
An ordinary person's spirituality will also give them certain reminders. "
"I don't know what exactly happened on the Alfalfa, but I can tell that it was a tragedy with blood and iron as the main characters. It left a very, very deep trauma in you."
Seeing Joyce nod slightly, Klein continued explaining, "On the ship, you must have been very afraid.
You were very afraid, and in such extreme emotions, it's very easy for humans to lose their ability to observe and ignore details that they shouldn't have. But that doesn't mean that you didn't see them. You just ignored them. Do you understand? You ignored them. "
"In your subconscious, in your spirituality, the overlooked details still exist. If the matter it points to is important enough, your spirituality will remind you in the form of a dream."
Previously, I recalled the feeling of neglect and discovered that the notebook had landed in Ray Bieber's hands. It was the same case … It's just that I'm sharper, my spirituality is stronger, and my mysticism knowledge is richer. That's why I was able to make a judgment immediately … Klein paused for a few seconds and looked into Joyce Meyer's eyes.
"Did that Mr. Younis King, who fell into the sea of blood because you let go of him, pray to you on the ship, but he still couldn't escape his fate?"
Joyce twisted his body unnaturally and opened his mouth a few times before replying, "Yes, but I don't sympathize with him.
"Yes, but I don't sympathize with him. Maybe in a few days, maybe a week, you will see in the newspapers what a cruel and hateful villain he is. He raped and killed at least three ladies, threw a baby into the raging sea, and led a group of irrational beasts to slaughter passengers and crew."
"He's cunning, strong, and evil. I don't dare and can't stop. That will cost me my life."
"I'm not questioning what you did." Klein first expressed his stance before explaining, "It's just that your dream tells me that you're regretful and regretful. You believe that you shouldn't have let go. Since you believe that killing him is a righteous thing to do, why are you regretful and regretful to the point of repeatedly dreaming of letting go? "
"I don't know either …" Joyce shook his head in confusion.
Klein crossed his arms and placed them under his chin.
He tried to analyze, "Based on what I just described, did you overlook anything in this matter, such as what Younis King mentioned, the content of his pleas, the posture he showed, etc., etc., etc. I can't recall it for you. Please think carefully."
"No … He only had time to say 'spare me, I surrender' …" Joyce muttered to himself in puzzlement.
Klein didn't know the specifics, so he could only provide guidance based on the dream.
"Then, do you think that Younis King's survival is more useful? That he can prove something or explain something?"
Joyce frowned and said after a while, "Perhaps … I still feel that the conflict on the Alfalfa came too suddenly and developed too intensely.
"Perhaps … I still feel that the conflict on the Alfalfa came too suddenly and developed too fiercely. It's as if the evil desires hidden in everyone's hearts suddenly erupted uncontrollably … This isn't normal … Very abnormal … Perhaps, perhaps I want to interrogate Younis Kim and ask him why he did something like demonic possession in the first place …"
As he listened to Joyce's dream-like description, Klein combined it with his dream. His thoughts suddenly became clear as he used the unique tone of a charlatan.
He said in a tone unique to a charlatan, "No, it's not just that."
"What?" Joyce seemed to jump in fright.
Klein crossed his arms and rested them under his chin. He stared deeply into Joyce's eyes and said in a low but forceful tone, "Not only do you think that this matter is abnormal, but you also saw things that you overlooked.
"Not only do you think that this matter is abnormal, but you also see some things that you have overlooked. And when these things that you have overlooked are linked together, you can deduce a terrifying conclusion."
"Therefore, your spirituality tells you that there's a person who is very suspicious. He's the one who held onto you in the dream but ultimately let go. You subconsciously don't suspect him, so you can't see his face. He's your companion. He once controlled your life and death, or rather, saved you!"
Joyce suddenly leaned back, slamming into the back of the chair with a dull thud.
Sweat slowly seeped out of his forehead as his eyes were filled with chaos.
"I … I saw it …"
Clang. Joyce suddenly stood up, causing the high-back chair to sway and nearly fall over.
"Mr. Tris …" He used all his strength to say a name.
It was a round-faced, amiable, and shy boy. He's the hero who saved the survivors …
Klein didn't disturb him. He leaned back slightly and waited silently.
Joyce's expression changed a few times before it finally returned to normal with a pale look.
He revealed a bitter smile and said, "I understand.
"I understand. Thank you for your dream interpretation. Perhaps I need to go to the police station."
He took out his wallet and withdrew a one-soli note.
"I don't think money can reflect your value. I can only give you the price you set. This is your reward." Joyce pushed the note to Klein.
I wouldn't mind if you just gave me ten pounds … One soli, you really look like your fiancée … Klein maintained his demeanor as a charlatan and didn't say a word as he pressed down on the bill with a smile.
Joyce took a deep breath, put on his hat, and turned to the door.
As he unlocked the door, he suddenly turned around and said sincerely,
"Thank you, Master Moretti."
Master? Klein snickered inwardly as he watched the man leave the divination room. He muttered to himself,
"Something big seems to have happened on the Alfalfa … If only Captain was here. He would be able to understand everything from Joyce Meyer's dream …"
…
Tuesday morning, Baekeland, Queens.
Audrey, who had woken up early, found her golden retriever, Susie.
She said in all seriousness, "Susie, you're also a Beyonder. We're the same. Pui, no, I mean, we need to help each other better. Guard the door later and don't let anyone disturb me. I'm going to perform a ritual."
Susie looked at her master and wagged her tail helplessly.
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