Chapter 131 Dream (asking for double monthly tickets) The black vines hanging from the roof blossomed with blood-red flowers, completely sealing off the third floor of the castle. Guillaume Bennet, Pierre Berry and Sybil Berry rushed towards the tower while resisting the attacks of the "midwife" and others. Along with this scene, several other images flashed through Lumian's mind: Climbing the tower full of bird claws, the invisible Guillaume Bennet, with the help of the shepherd Pierre Berry, successfully touched the shoulder of the "midwife" with his right palm, and the "midwife" exploded, as if someone had planted a bomb inside her; Sybil Berry was killed by a maid, but was reborn in her body, taking over her body; In the sight floating in mid-air, Louise Lund gave birth to a child in the room; Louis Lund was not affected at all, and joined forces with the administrator Beiost to suppress the "mad" shepherd Pierre Berry; In the wilderness leading to the mountains, the parish priest Guillaume Bennet was surrounded by countless dead souls in sackcloth... Lumian frowned, revealing a painful expression, as if these memories were sharp weapons piercing his soul. Pulling them out would only bring more harm, making him instinctively resist further recall. Soon, the scenes faded back and Lumian began to breathe heavily. "How was it? What did you get?" Susie's voice was gentle, as if she was asking what breakfast was for today. Lumian thought for a moment and answered:

"I remembered the fight between the parish priest and Mrs. Puaris's men. The picture was very messy and fragmented... "I, sometimes I seem to be watching the scene, and sometimes I seem to be far away, and I see the corresponding scenes through some means..." This made him extremely confused about his position and role in this matter. Sometimes he seemed to be one of the two groups, deeply involved in the battle, and sometimes he seemed to be a pure bystander, having nothing to do with either side. Susie asked in a seductive way: "Besides these, what else do you have any questions about the situation presented in that part of the memory just now?" Lumian said as he recalled: "I don't think I saw Mrs. Puaris... Only the fact that the parish priest was surrounded by a large number of dead spirits in the wilderness vaguely had the shadow of Mrs. Puaris in it... "The parish priest and his men only have so much strength to deal with Louis Longde, Cassie, Beost, the 'midwife' and other subordinates of Mrs. Pualis. If Mrs. Pualis joins them, I don't believe they can win in the end... "Why did Mrs. Puaris give up on her own initiative and leave Cordu, and not stop the parish priest and others..." "It wasn't that he gave up voluntarily, he was forcibly sent away." Susie corrected him, "The ritual of sending away the 'Spring Spirit' in your dream should reflect the expulsion of Puaris. The 'Spring Spirit' represents harvest, the end of the withered winter and the beginning of vigorous life, which is very close to the abilities displayed by Puaris and his gang." “That’s even more wrong…” Lumian’s voice gradually became painful, and he clenched his hands tightly, feeling that he could not remember anything. Susie said gently: "If you don't want to recall it, don't recall it. It's not something that can be accomplished in one psychotherapy session. Take your time. Don't rush." Huh...Lumian slowly breathed a sigh of relief, his body no longer so tense. After he calmed down for nearly a minute, Susie said: "You can take a nap and see if you can find more answers in your dreams." In Lumian's ears, the voice of this "psychologist" was gentle at first, and then became more and more erratic, as if it was moving farther away and into another world. His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally drooped. ………… Lumian opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling. He suddenly turned over and sat up, taking in the tilted chair, the wooden table by the window, the small bookshelf on the side, and the wardrobe with a full-length mirror.

This is his bedroom, this is his home in the village of Koldu. Lumian stared blankly for a few seconds, then quickly got out of bed and ran out of the room. He pushed open the door of Aurora's bedroom and saw that the desk was filled with manuscripts, papers, pens, ink bottles and other items just as he remembered. He also saw that the chair with the cushion was empty, with no one sitting there. Lumian's gaze moved from there to the empty bed, and then slowly retracted. He closed the door gently, then turned and walked to the next room. There was no familiar figure in the study either. Lumian started running and ran down the stairs. He ran all the way through the village of Cordu and arrived at the door of the church of "Eternal Sun". On the way, he didn't meet a single villager, and every house was dead silent. Looking up at the onion-shaped dome, Lumian strode into the church. The altar has been transformed and is filled with flowers such as tulips and lilacs, and is engraved with a black thorn symbol that looks like liquid is flowing on the surface. There is still no one here. Lumian searched the priest's room and went down to the basement again. The piles of bones and sheepskins around were exactly the same as in the previous dream, but the altar in the middle was not damaged at all. Lumian checked carefully and found no burning sensation in his chest. After he realized that this was a dream, the power representing "past", "present" and "future" seemed to disappear. Having gained nothing, Lumian stood beside the underground altar, thought for a while, then ran again, up the stairs, out the side door, and came to the nearby cemetery. Based on his memory of the previous dream, he quickly found the tomb that the owl flew into, bent down, and pushed open the stone slab that sealed the entrance. Without any hesitation, Lumian walked down the steps one by one, passed through the corridor, and saw the black coffin placed in the dark tomb. There was no owl here, nor was there the other Lumian. Only the light seeping in from outside the tomb outlined the contours of everything. Lumian withdrew his gaze and walked straight towards the black coffin. The lid of the coffin had already slid to the side, revealing the scene inside. Thinking of the dream in which Aurore almost lost control because she peeked at the dead wizard's body in the coffin, Lumian hesitated. Two or three seconds later, he took a few steps forward with an expressionless face, approached the black coffin, and looked directly inside. A corpse quickly appeared in his eyes. The corpse had golden hair scattered on both sides, his eyes were tightly closed, his face was slightly pale, and he was wearing a light blue dress. This is Aurore! Lying in the dead wizard's coffin is Auror! Lumian's pupils instantly dilated and his face twisted into a hideous shape. The scene before his eyes shattered bit by bit.

………… Lumian suddenly opened his eyes and stared ahead with a complicated expression. "What did you see?" Susie's voice sounded in his ears. Lumian replied in a dreamy voice: "I saw Aurore lying in the coffin of the dead wizard... "How can this be……" Susie said soothingly: “It’s more of a symbol. "Think about it, there is no wizard legend in reality, but in the dream, the story you made up subconsciously set your and Aurore's home as the place where the wizard once lived. Aurore herself doesn't know about this and has never heard of the legend. "She was on the verge of losing control because she wanted to see the wizard's body in the coffin clearly." “So, the dead wizard in the wizard legend is Auror. What does the owl symbolize, and what does the whole story symbolize?” More and more questions popped up in Lumian’s mind, and each one was like a sharp blade, tearing his head. Lumian couldn't help but raise his hands and hold his head. "This may require you to recover more memories before you can analyze it. In addition, in some cases, the symbols are more than one layer and exist in a mixed state." Susie said softly, "Today's treatment ends here. Your subconscious mind has shown obvious resistance. Continuing will only bring the opposite effect and will be very detrimental to your mental state. Do you want to have the second treatment in two weeks or a month?" Lumian barely thought: "Two weeks from now." Susie was silent for a few seconds and said: "Finally, I want to remind you that you have a strong tendency to self-destruct." “Self-destruction…” Lumian repeated the word in a low voice, with no change in expression. Susie's voice became warm again, soothing Lumian's heart: “I can understand why this happens to you, and I don’t want to force it to go away. Unless you are willing for me to erase all the memories that represent the root cause of the problem, every treatment will only alleviate it instead of eradicating it. "I just want to remind you that the Aurore I saw in your memory was a lady who loved life. "She still has many wishes that have not been fulfilled. She wants to see you go to college, she wants to travel to Trier as an ordinary person for a while, she wants to find clues about her hometown, she wants to deal with her parents' problems perfectly, she wants to enjoy all the Trier delicacies, she wants to listen to every concert and see every art exhibition here. "She is only one step away from complete death. If she is still conscious, I think she will definitely not give up. She is now like a person falling into the abyss with only one hand left to hold on to the edge of the cliff. If even you give up, no one will ever pull her up." Lumian's expression gradually changed, but he couldn't show any definite emotion. He seemed to have forgotten how to laugh and how to cry. Susie didn't force him to respond immediately, she sighed softly and said: “Many times, it is not a good thing to completely suppress pain and despair in your heart. Humans need to vent and relieve stress. "Okay, that's all for today. We'll have the second treatment here at the same time two weeks later." Lumian closed his eyes. "Thank you, Ms. Susie." Susie didn't respond and seemed to have left. After more than ten seconds, Lumian slowly exhaled and opened his eyes.

He subconsciously glanced outside the Mason Cafe and saw a large golden retriever carrying a brown bag disappearing around the corner of the street in the distance. There seemed to be a female figure next to the big dog. Lumian sat for another ten minutes, drank the rest of the ambergris lemonade, walked out of Mason's Cafe, and came to the nearest public carriage stop. Soon, a double-decker public carriage painted green arrived, waiting for passengers to board. Lumian spent 30 kopecks, found a seat by the window, and looked outside with an unfocused gaze. "Newspapers for sale! Newspapers for sale! The latest newspaper, 11 kopeks a copy!" A child in shabby clothes came to the window and held up the stack of newspapers in his hand. Self-destruction... live... self-destruction... live... Lumian's mind was full of the words of the "psychologist". He was like a walking corpse and didn't want to pay any attention to the newsboy. Suddenly, he saw that the name of the newspaper on the surface was "Novel Weekly". Yes, today is Sunday... Lumian was stunned for a moment, took out two 5-copek copper coins and a 1-copek copper coin, opened the window, and stuffed them into the hands of the newspaper boy. After taking the "Novel Weekly", Lumian unfolded it and began to read in the bright sunlight coming in from the window. The carriage moved slowly, and Lumian saw a piece of news: "Obituary: "It has been confirmed by the editorial department of this newspaper that our eternal friend, the famous best-selling author, Aurore Lee, unfortunately passed away in an accident in April..." Lumian's gaze froze, and his hands began to tremble. Suddenly, he lowered his head, raised the newspaper and covered his face with it. In the afternoon sun, a wet streak appeared on the surface of the newspaper. The wet marks became more and more numerous and finally connected into one. PS: Ask for double monthly tickets~ (End of this chapter)