Taking a few steps forward, Klein saw the visitor who came for divination. He was dressed in black formal attire, holding a gold-embossed wooden staff, wearing a half-high hat, with his short golden hair stubbornly sticking out from the edges, his nose slightly curved, as if it were the beak of an eagle.
Anna's fiancé... the Joyce Meyer who had gone through a terrifying ordeal... upon seeing him during the "dream divination", Klein immediately smiled and spoke:
"Good afternoon, Mr. Meyer."
"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti." Joyce took off her hat and bowed, "Thank you for your guidance to Anna. She has been praising your magic, almost without stopping her mouth."
Klein chuckled:
"I haven't changed anything. What to thank is yourself. Without a strong will and a yearning for the good, it's impossible to overcome those hardships."
After being polite, he couldn't help teasing himself in his heart:
Is this a case of mutual flattery in business?
"Frankly speaking, I still feel like it was a dream to come back alive. I still can't believe I could survive those one after another hardships." Joyce sighed and shook her head.
Before Klein could say anything more, he curiously asked:
"Immediately after you saw me, you knew who I was. Was it because my nose was so distinctive, or did you already have divination of my visit in advance?"
"I have your detailed information. For a diviner, this is enough." Klein deliberately gave a vague answer, assuming the appearance of a charlatan.
Joyce was indeed stunned. After about ten seconds, she forced a smile and said:
"Mr. Moretti, I would like you to do a divination."
As soon as the words were said, he suddenly noticed something:
Mr. Klein Moretti claimed to be a diviner, not a diviner, a diviner!
"OK, let's go to the yellow crystal room." Klein made a gesture of invitation.
At this moment, he felt strangely that he should wear a black robe. He tried to speak as little as possible to reflect the mystery of a diviner.
Entering the divination room, Joyce Meyer actively locked the wooden door and observed the surrounding environment. While doing this, Klein took the opportunity to gently pinch his brows twice, activating his clairvoyance.
Joyce sat down, placed her walking stick beside her, pulled the shield-colored tie, and spoke in a calm voice:
"Mr. Moretti, I would like you to interpret the dream."
"Interpret the dream?" Klein remained in the state of everything being as expected, confirming with a question.
He saw that Joyce's healthy color had varying degrees of dimming, but none had reached the level of illness. The emotional color was mainly the thinking blue, and it was dark enough to show obvious tension.
Joyce nodded in agreement:
"Since the arrival of the Clover ship at the Enmat port, every night I have been having the same dream. The dream is filled with fear. I know that this might be the shadow left by the hardships, and I should go to a psychologist, but I suspect that this is not a normal dream. A normal dream, even if repeated every night, will definitely have different details, while this dream, at least the part that I remember, has never changed."
"For diviners, similar dreams belong to the 'revelation' given by the gods." Klein said, half comforted and half explaining, "Could you describe the dream in detail?"
Joyce clenched her fists and thought for a moment before saying:
"I dreamed that I fell from the Clover ship and fell into the ocean. The ocean was deep red, like decaying blood."
"When I was falling, I was held by the people on the ship. I couldn't see his face clearly, but I knew he was very strong."
"And I was also holding someone, trying to prevent him from falling into the sea. This person I knew, he was a passenger on the Clover ship, Yunius Kim."
"Because of his weight and his struggle, I couldn't bear it anymore and could only let go, watching him wailing as he fell into the blood-colored ocean."
"At this moment, the person above me also let go. I waved my arms, trying to catch something, but I didn't catch anything. I began to fall rapidly."
"Then later, I would wake up in terror, with sweat all over my back and forehead."
Klein placed his hand on his forehead and gently tapped it, looking thoughtful. Then he organized his words and said:
"Mr. Meyer, a simple nightmare, a similar nightmare, a consecutive nightmare, are psychological problems with corresponding roots. While the same nightmare recurring is a reminder from your spirituality to you, and also a revelation from the divine."
Seeing Joyce's puzzled expression, he explained further:
"Don't doubt it. The spirituality of ordinary people can also give themselves certain reminders."
"I don't know exactly what happened on the Cloverleaf. But it's obvious that it was a tragedy with blood and iron as the main characters, leaving you with a very deep shadow."
Seeing Joyce nod slightly, Klein continued to explain:
"When on the ship, you must have been very frightened. You were very scared. And in this extreme emotion, humans are very likely to lose their observation ability and overlook many details that shouldn't be overlooked. But this doesn't mean you didn't see them. You just ignored them. Do you understand? Ignored."
"In your subconscious, in your spirituality, the ignored details still exist. If the thing it points to is important enough, then your spirituality will remind you in a dream-like way."
I remembered the feeling of being ignored and found that the notebook I had left in Rael Bibber's hands was the same case... except that I was more sensitive, had a stronger spirituality, and was more knowledgeable about mysticism, so I could make a judgment immediately... Klein paused for a few seconds, looking at Joyce Meyer's eyes and said:
"Did Mr. Yunes Kim, who fell into the blood-red ocean because you let go, pray to you on the ship, but still couldn't escape the fate's outcome?"
Joyce slightly twisted her body and opened her mouth several times before answering:
"Yes, but I don't sympathize with him. Maybe a few days, or a week later, you will see in the newspapers how cruel and hateful he was, that he raped and killed at least three ladies, threw a baby into the wild sea, and led a group of irrational beasts to brutally massacre passengers and crew."
"He was cunning, strong, evil. I can't and won't stop. That would cost my life."
"I don't question what you did." Klein first gave his attitude, and then explained, "But your dreams told me that you are regretting, feeling sorry, thinking that you shouldn't have let go. Since you think killing him is a just thing, why regret and feel sorry, and why repeatedly dream of the scene of letting go?"
"I don't know either..." Joyce shook her head in confusion.
Klein crossed his hands and placed them on his chin, tentatively analyzing:
"Based on my description just now, did you ignore something in this matter, such as what Yunes Kim mentioned, the plea content, the displayed posture, etc., etc. I can't replace you in recalling. Please think it over carefully."
"No... He only had time to say 'Let me go, I surrender'..." Joyce muttered in confusion.
Klein didn't know the specific details and could only provide guidance based on the dream:
"Then do you think Yunes Kim surviving is more useful, to prove something, to explain something?"
Joyce furrowed her eyebrows and after a while said:
"Perhaps... I always felt that the conflict on the Cloverleaf came too suddenly and developed too intensely, like all the latent evil desires in everyone's hearts suddenly erupted uncontrollably... This is abnormal... Very abnormal... Maybe, maybe I want to interrogate Yunes Kim and ask him what he originally intended to do, why he did something like being possessed by a demon..."
Listening to Joyce's dreamlike description, Klein combined the dream and his thoughts suddenly became clear, using the tone of a charlatan:
"No, it's not just that."
"What?" Joyce seemed startled.
Klein crossed his arms, rested his chin on them, and stared steadily into Joyce's eyes, speaking in a low but powerful tone:
"You don't just think this is abnormal; you also see some things that you have overlooked, and these overlooked things, when pieced together, can lead to a terrifying conclusion."
"So, your spirit tells you that there is someone with a great suspicion, that is, the person who held your hand in the dream but eventually let go, you subconsciously didn't doubt him, so you couldn't see his appearance. He is your companion, he once controlled your life and death, or rather, saved you!"
Joyce leaned back, bumping the back of the chair with a dull thud.
His forehead slowly sweated, his eyes filled with confusion.
"I... I saw..."
Bang! Joyce suddenly stood up, causing the high-backed chair to wobble and nearly fall over.
"Mr. Tris... " He uttered a name with all his strength.
That was a round-faced, kind, and shy boy, the hero who saved the survivors...
Klein didn't disturb the other person and leaned back slightly, waiting quietly.
Joyce's face changed several times, eventually returning to normal, a little pale.
He gave a bitter smile:
"I understand. Thank you for interpreting the dream. Maybe I need to go to the police station."
He took out his wallet and took out a 10-scorer note.
"I don't think money can represent your value; it can only be given according to the price you determine. This is your reward." Joyce pushed the note to Klein.
You give 10 pounds, I don't mind either... 10-scorer, you and your fiancée really resemble each other... Klein maintained the demeanor of a fortune-teller, saying nothing, and gently held the bill.
Joyce took a breath, put on his hat, and turned towards the door.
When he unlocked the lock, he suddenly turned around and sincerely said:
"Thank you, Master Moretti."
Master? Klein chuckled to himself, watching the other person leave the divination room, muttering to himself in silence:
"Something extraordinary seems to have happened on the 'Oasis'... If the captain were here, he could figure out the entire story from Joyce. Mayer's dream... " ...
On Tuesday morning, in Brooklyn.
Waking up early, Audrey brought along her golden retriever, Susie, and said seriously:
"Susie, you are now an extraordinary being too. We are of the same kind. Oh, no, I mean, we must help each other better. You stay at the door and keep anyone from disturbing me. I'm going to perform a ritual."
Susie looked at her owner and shook her tail helplessly.