"Yes." Susie's gentle voice reached Lumian's ears.
Almost at the same time, Lumian felt as if his consciousness was tied to a heavy object, and he was dragged by it and fell rapidly, sinking deeper and deeper.
In just a few seconds, his eyelids became extremely heavy and closed uncontrollably, and his thoughts quickly blurred.
In a daze, Lumian seemed to have turned into a floating ghost, wandering and wandering in the dark night, in the familiar village of Kordu.
I don't know how long it took, but he only remained a little awake and saw the onion-like church, with an aperture condensed near its main entrance, and the rest was dark, like a shadow.
Lumian aimlessly went around the cemetery on the side.
In the deep darkness, tombstones were lined up in silence, and trees stood gloomily.
Several men were dragging a body to the dug pit, ready to throw it down.
Under the dim crimson moonlight, one of the men raised his head and looked around.
His face is covered with flesh, black hair and blue eyes, and his facial features seem to be covered with a layer of shadow.
Pons. Bene.
Lumian suddenly woke up a lot.
The distance between the two sides instantly narrowed, and Lumian lowered his head and looked at the corpse.
The corpse's face was blistered and pale, his brown hair was all soaked, and his brown eyes were extremely open, solidifying with pain, unwillingness and resentment.
Raymond!
Lumi felt a strong resentment in his heart, and he shouted angrily at Pons. Bene and the others shouted angrily, venting their inner emotions.
He felt like he was scolding a lot, he felt like he was attacking Pons. Bene, the villain, he felt like he was digging that deep pit with both hands.
The dirt pierced his fingernails, and another corpse was revealed at the bottom of the pit:
The girl's lake-blue eyes bulged fiercely, her face was bluish, her mouth was wide open, her neck was swollen, there were obvious fingerprint marks, and her expression was extremely painful.
Ava!
Lumian stood up and was driven by strong emotions towards Pons. Bene, which also made him open his eyes suddenly.
Huh, whoosh, Lumian looked at the empty sofa opposite the booth and took a deep breath.
The strong indignation, hatred and other emotions in the dream still lingered on him, causing him to tremble gently uncontrollably.
"What did you see?" After a few seconds, Susie asked softly.
Lumian replied with a slightly distorted muscle on his face:
"I saw, I saw the bodies of Raymond and Ava, one of them drowned, and the other seemed to be strangled......
"Pons. Bene and the villains who followed him were burying Ava and Raymond's bodies in the cemetery next to the church......
"I yelled at them, I want to do something, I, I'm awake......"
After listening quietly, Susie said peacefully and soothingly:
"This time, instead of asking you to lucid dream and look for clues to the existence of symbolic things in your dreams, I asked you to contact certain scenes in your subconscious in a dreamy way.
"Even if what you see is not exactly the same as the facts, it is a combination of real situations that have actually happened, and there may be overlaps in time or space, but the basic details are not problematic and can be interpreted."
Lumian asked in pain:
"You mean I really saw Pons at the scene. Bene and the others buried Raymond and Ava's bodies in the cemetery?"
"I'm not sure." Susie began to analyze, "What can be seen at present is that Raymond was attacked by Pons. Bene and others drowned, Ava was strangled to death by them, and their bodies were eventually buried somewhere in the cemetery, and you may not be at the scene, you may find out later, try to dig up their bodies, and take revenge on Pons. Benet and others, but the result is not very good, otherwise your dream just now will reflect a certain content."
Lumian was silent for a while and said:
"So that's how it is......
"I was wondering just now, if I was really there, why didn't I be attacked by Pons. Bene and the others were killed, and they were thrown into the pit......"
Part of his pain just now came from his refusal to believe the speculation made on this issue, which meant that he might be in the same league as Pons and the others!
"I can't rule out the possibility that you did witness the whole thing at the scene, but there are many explanations, not necessarily as you imagined, you weren't killed, maybe just because they needed a container in excellent physical condition." Susie obviously knew what Lumian was rejecting and resisting, and gently comforted, "What is certain is that the anger, hatred and urge to take revenge that appeared in your dream are not fake, they are your true feelings at the time, that is to say, no matter what, Ava and Raymond's deaths have nothing to do with you."
As soon as he heard Susie's words, Lumian seemed to have just been fished out of the water, lost all his strength, and leaned on the back of the sofa.
His mental state was much more relaxed than just now, and he didn't have to hold on to himself anymore.
In an instant, an invisible warm wind blew through his body and mind, completely soothing him.
Susie sounded in a voice with a little smile and encouragement:
"Compared to last time, your condition is indeed much better, and you mustered up the courage to face some speculations and doubts that you were unwilling to face earlier than I expected.
"In the field of psychology, this is an important sign of getting out of a predicament, and only by facing the problem head-on can we solve the problem.
"Okay, today's treatment is over, and you can face Louis in your current state. Lund, Madame Pualis and them."
At this time, Lumian, who had eased his emotions, remembered the advice of the "magician" lady:
"One more thing.
"I may have to believe in another being later, but I can't usually remember His name, you, is there any way you can make me not think about it?"
The soft female voice responded with a slight smile:
"It's very simple, I'll give you a mental hint that once your spiritual intuition believes that you lack protection, your subconscious mind will replace the corresponding honorific name with 'the One' and cannot be reproduced.
"If there is protection, you can fully recall and say ......"
Lumian's thoughts suddenly faltered for a moment, and then he heard the other party say:
"The corresponding psychological hints have been set."
"Thank you, ma'am, and thank you, Ms. Susie." Lumian nodded to the empty seat opposite the booth.
"You're welcome, see you in two weeks." The soft female voice responded to him, and Susie also said, "See you in two weeks."
Lumian didn't know when they left, in short, the area around Booth D became very quiet, only the sound of birds in the botanical garden, the sound of horses' hooves on the road, and the clicking sound of certain machinery echoing here.
He picked up the cup and drank the rest of the Intis coffee in one gulp, adjusting his mental state.
Taking this opportunity, he completely recalled the treatment process, and inexplicably felt that Ms. Susie's last words had a certain sense of strangeness.
"She said that I am in a state where I can face Louis. Lund, Madame Pualis and the others...... Meaning, not before, the answers to some of the questions I got from Mrs. Pualis might break me?
"It's understandable, but if my condition doesn't improve as expected, will she ask me to give up this meeting with Louis. Lund's chance? But if Louis. Lund appeared yesterday? In that case, I haven't had time to follow up on the appointment, wouldn't it be a big problem?
"If this is the case, shouldn't Ms. Susie have told me at the end of the last treatment not to try to contact Mrs. Pualis and not to face the parish priest before the follow-up visit?
"She was so sure that I wouldn't be able to meet Louis in the next two weeks. Lund, or will he escape if he encounters it?
"The 'Spectator' ......"
Lumian woke up instantly, left the D booth, and took the public carriage back to the Honest Man Market area.
Instead of rushing to the Golden Rooster Hotel or the safe house on White Coat Street to summon a messenger and write a letter to the "magician" lady and tell her about Thermiporos, he went straight to the vicinity of 126 Market Avenue to see the men and Anthony. Did Red and Franka gain anything?
Wearing a dark brown wide-brimmed round hat, Lumian walked diagonally opposite Roger's house nearly twenty meters away, and sat down in the gap between the two buildings, with his back against the wall.
There are several homeless people here.
One of the tramps moved his buttocks closer to Lumian and said in a low voice:
"I haven't found it yet."
Lumian nodded, his eyes fixed on the three-story building with a garden, and paid attention to the pedestrians walking by.
As time passed, the sun set into the sky, the light became extremely dim, and people began to light up the gas street lamps.
At this moment, Lumian saw a man in a gray-blue worker's uniform.
Under his peaked cap was pale yellow hair, and his slightly blessed face was slightly simple.
Anthony. Red? Why did he come out? Lumian recognized the intelligence dealer and was puzzled by his actions.
Anthony. Rhett was like a worker who had just gotten off work, and hurried to the end of the market avenue.
Lumian's eyes shrank a little, because he found Anthony. Red was not pretending to pass by, but approaching a person.
The man was dressed in a blue dress with a row of yellow buttons, a waxed hat, a white tie, and a red vest, and sat in a yellow numbered taxi carriage, as if he were a coachman belonging to the Imperial Carriage Company—different carriage companies had different uniforms.
The coachman kept his hat low and kept his head down, as if waiting for a guest.
Lumi moved with peace of mind, stood up, and took a few steps in that direction.
Anthony. As Rhett passed by the carriage, he seemed to stumble on something, stumbled and crashed into the horses pulling the cart.
The horse was frightened and was about to lift its front legs, and the coachman pulled the reins hard to hold it firmly.
But the coachman also raised his head and showed his face:
He was over forty years old, with black hair, and because of the distance, Lumian didn't see it very clearly, only vaguely familiar.
Lumian's eyes narrowed slightly and looked at Anthony. Red apologized repeatedly and left near the carriage, and a male servant came out of 126 Market Avenue.
He came to the carriage and said to the coachman:
"My master wants to hire your car, go in and help move some things now."
The coachman nodded and responded in a deep voice:
"Okay."
He immediately followed the male servant into the house belonging to "Black Scorpion" Roger.
Lumian, who witnessed the whole process but did not hear the conversation, raised the corners of his mouth a little.
He was now extremely sure that the coachman was Louis. Lund!
Finally waiting for you!
(End of this chapter)