The Secret Master

After taking a few steps forward, Klein saw the visitor who came for the divination. He was dressed in black formal attire, holding a gold-embossed wooden staff, wearing a half-high hat, with short golden hair that stubbornly protruded 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 non-stop." Klein chuckled: "I haven't changed anything. What you should be grateful for is your own resilience and yearning for the good. 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 inwardly: Is this a case of mutual flattery in business? "Frankly speaking, I still feel like I'm in a dream when I think about coming back alive. I still can't believe I've overcome those one after another hardships." Joyce sighed and shook her head. Before Klein could say anything more, he curiously asked: "Right after you saw me, you knew who I was. Was it because my nose was so distinctive, or did you already have divination information about my visit?" "I have your detailed information, which is enough for a diviner." Klein deliberately gave a vague answer, assuming a charlatan's posture. Joyce was truly stunned. After about ten seconds, she forced a smile and said: "Mr. Moretti, I would like you to do the divination for me." As soon as the words were said, he suddenly noticed something: Mr. Klein Moretti claims to be a diviner, not a diviner, a sorcerer! "OK, let's go to the yellow crystal room." Klein made a gesture to invite. At this moment, he felt strangely that he should wear a black robe. He wanted to keep his words to a minimum 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 so, Klein took this 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 for me." "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, I have been having the same dream every night. The dream is filled with fear. I know that this might be the shadow left by the hardships. I should go to a psychologist, but I doubt that this is a normal dream. A normal dream, even if repeated every night, will definitely have different details, and this dream, at least the parts I remember, has never changed." "For diviners, similar dreams are all 'revelations' given by the gods." Klein said, half comfortingly 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 was a passenger on the Clover ship, Yunius Kim." "Because of his weight and his struggle, I couldn't bear it anymore. I could only let go and watched him wail as he fell into the blood-colored ocean." "Right at that moment, the person above me also let go of his hand. I waved my arms, trying to grasp something, but I didn't manage to catch anything. My whole body began to plummet rapidly." "Then, I would wake up in terror, with sweat all over my back and forehead." Klein He placed his hand on his forehead, gently tapping it, looking thoughtful. Then, he organized his words and said: "Mr. Meyer, a simple nightmare, a similar nightmare, a continuous nightmare, is a psychological problem with a corresponding root. And the repeated occurrence of the same nightmare is a reminder from your spirit, a revelation from the divine." Seeing Joyce's puzzled expression, he explained further: "Don't doubt it. The spirit of ordinary people can also give themselves certain reminders." "I don't know exactly what happened on the Clover ship, but it's clear that it was a tragedy with blood and iron as the main characters, leaving a very deep shadow on you." Seeing Joyce nod slightly, Klein continued to explain: "In the ship, you must have been very frightened. You were very scared, and in this extreme emotion, humans are very likely to lose their observational 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 spirit, the overlooked details still exist. If the matter it points to is important enough, then your spirit will remind you in a dream-like way." I remembered the feeling of being overlooked and found that the notebook I had left in Rael Bieber's hands was the same case... except that I was more sensitive, had a stronger spirit, and was more knowledgeable in mysticism, so I was able to make a judgment immediately... Klein paused for a few seconds, looking at Joyce Meyer's eyes and saying: "Mr. Yunis Kim, who fell into the blood-red ocean because you let go, did he pray to you on the ship, but still couldn't escape the fate's outcome?" Joyce awkwardly moved her body and opened her mouth several times before answering: "Yes, but I didn't sympathize with him. Maybe a few days, or a week later, you could read in the newspapers how cruel and hateful he was, he 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 couldn't and wouldn't stop, that would cost my life." "I don't question what you did." Klein gave his attitude first, then explained, "But your dream tells 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, to the point of repeatedly dreaming of the scene of letting go?" "I don't know either..." Joyce shook his head in confusion. Klein crossed his hands and placed them on his chin, tentatively analyzing: "Based on my description earlier, did you overlook something in this matter, such as what Yunis Kim mentioned, the plea content, the displayed posture, and so on? I can't replace you in recalling. Please think it over carefully." "No... He only had time to say, 'Spare me, 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 Yunis Kim surviving is more useful, to prove something, to explain something?" Joyce furrowed his eyebrows and after a while said: "Perhaps... I always felt that the conflict on the Clover ship came too suddenly, 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 Yunis." "Kim asked him what had prompted him to do something like being possessed by a demon..." Listening to Joyce's dreamlike description, Klein combined his thoughts and suddenly saw the light. With the tone of a charlatan, he said: "No, it's more than that." "What?" Joyce seemed startled. Klein crossed his hands and rested his chin, his gaze fixed steadily on Joyce's eyes, speaking in a low but powerful voice: "You not only think this is abnormal, but you also saw something you overlooked, and these overlooked things, when connected together, can lead to a terrifying conclusion." "So, your spirituality told you that there is someone with a great suspicion, that is, the person who held you in the dream but eventually let go of your hand. You subconsciously didn't suspect 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 falling 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 my dream. Maybe I have to go to the police station." He took out his wallet and took out a 10-sulzer 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 can give 10 pounds directly, I don't mind either... 10-sulzer, you and your fiancée really resemble each other... Klein maintained the charlatan's demeanor, saying nothing, and gently held the bill. Joyce took a breath, put on a hat, and turned towards the door. When unlocking 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, silently muttering to himself: "It seems that something extraordinary has happened on the 'Oxherd'... 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 master and shook her tail helplessly.