Chapter 205 Analysis "Okay." 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, dragging it down rapidly, sinking deeper and deeper. In just a few seconds, his eyelids became extremely heavy and he closed them uncontrollably, his thoughts quickly becoming blurry. In a daze, Lumian seemed to have turned into a floating ghost, wandering and roaming in the familiar village of Cordu in the dark night. An unknown amount of time had passed, but he, who was still slightly awake, saw the onion-like church. There was a circle of light near the main entrance, and the rest was dark, like a shadow. Lumian wandered aimlessly to the cemetery on the side. In the deep darkness, tombstones are lined up silently and trees stand eerily. Several men were dragging a corpse to a deep pit, ready to throw it in. Under the dim crimson moonlight, one of the men raised his head and looked around. He had a fat face, black hair, blue eyes, and his facial features seemed to be covered by a layer of shadow.

Pons Bene! Lumian suddenly became much more sober. The distance between the two sides narrowed instantly, and Lumian lowered his head and looked at the corpse. The corpse's face was swollen and pale due to blisters, its brown hair was all wet, and its brown eyes were wide open, filled with pain, unwillingness, and resentment. Raymond! Lumian felt a strong sense of resentment in his heart. He shouted at Pons Bene and the others, venting his inner emotions. He felt that he had cursed a lot, he felt that he had attacked the villain Pons Bene, and he felt that he was digging a deep hole with his own hands. The dirt pierced his fingernails, and another body appeared at the bottom of the pit: The girl's lake-blue eyes were bulging and ferocious, her face was blue and purple, her mouth was wide open, her neck was swollen with obvious fingerprints, and her expression was extremely painful. Ava! Lumian stood up quickly and walked towards Pons Bene, driven by strong emotions, which also made him open his eyes suddenly. Huh, huh, Lumian looked at the empty sofa opposite the booth and took a deep breath. The strong emotions of indignation and hatred in the dream still lingered in him, causing him to tremble slightly uncontrollably. "What did you see?" Susie asked softly after several seconds. Lumian replied with a slightly distorted expression on his face: "I saw it, I saw the bodies of Raymond and Ava, one of them was drowned, and the other seemed to be strangled... "Pons Bene and his gang of thugs are burying the bodies of Ava and Raymond in the cemetery next to the church... "I yelled at them. I wanted to do something. I, I woke up..." Susie listened quietly and said calmly and slowly: “This time, I didn’t ask you to have a lucid dream and look for clues of symbolic things in your dreams. Instead, I asked you to contact certain scenes in your subconscious mind through dreaming. "Even if what you see is not completely true, it is a picture of what really happened. There may be overlaps in time or space, but the basic details are correct and can be interpreted." Lumian asked painfully:

"You mean I actually saw Pons Bene and his men burying Raymond and Ava's bodies in the cemetery?" "That's uncertain." Susie began to analyze. "What we can see now is that Raymond was drowned by Pons Bene and his men, and Ava was strangled to death by them. Their bodies were eventually buried somewhere in the cemetery. You might not have been there, so you might have found out later and tried to dig up their bodies and take revenge on Pons Bene and his men, but the result was not very good, otherwise your dream just now would have reflected 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 at the scene, why wasn't I killed by Pons Bene and his men, or thrown into the deep pit..." Part of his pain just now came from his refusal to believe the speculation on this issue, which meant that he might be in cahoots with Pons and others! "It is possible that you witnessed the whole thing, but there are many explanations, not necessarily what you imagined. You were not killed, maybe just because they needed a vessel with excellent physical condition." Susie was obviously very clear about what Lumian was rejecting and resisting, and gently comforted him, "What is certain is that the anger, hatred and impulse of revenge that appeared in your dream were not fake, but your real feelings at the time. In other words, no matter what, the death of Ava and Raymond has nothing to do with you." After hearing Susie's words, Lumian seemed to have just been pulled out of the water. He lost all his strength and leaned back on the sofa. His mental state was much more relaxed than before, and he no longer had to force himself to stay together. A moment later, an invisible warm breeze blew through his body and soul, completely soothing him. Susie spoke up with a little smile and encouragement: "Compared to last time, you are indeed in much better condition. Earlier than I expected, you mustered up the courage to face some of the speculations and doubts that you were unwilling to face. “In the field of psychology, this is an important sign of getting out of trouble. Only by facing the problem can we solve it. "Okay, today's treatment ends here. You are now in good condition to face Louis Lund, Mrs. Pualis and the others." At this time, Lumian, who had calmed down, remembered the "Magician" lady's advice: “There is one more thing. "I may have to believe in another being in the future, but I cannot normally recall His name. Do you have any way to stop me from thinking about it?" The soft female voice responded with a slight smile: “It’s very simple. I’ll give you a psychological hint. Once your spiritual intuition believes that you lack protection, your subconscious mind will replace the corresponding honorific name with ‘that person’ and it will not be able to reproduce. "If you have protection, you can recall and speak it completely..." Lumian's thoughts suddenly became vague, and then he heard the other party say: "The corresponding psychological cues have been set up." "Thank you, ma'am, and thank you, Ms. Susie." Lumian nodded towards the empty seat across from 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 any case, the area around Booth D became very quiet. Only the chirping of birds in the botanical garden, the clatter of horse hooves on the road, and the creaking sound of some machinery echoed here faintly. He picked up the cup, drank the remaining Intis coffee in one gulp, and adjusted his mental state. Taking this opportunity, he recalled the entire treatment process, and inexplicably felt that there was something strange about Ms. Susie's last words. "She said that I am now in a good condition to face Louis Lund, Mrs. Pualis and the others... meaning that I was not able to do so before, and the answers to certain questions I got from Mrs. Pualis might have defeated me? "That's understandable, but if my condition doesn't improve as expected, will she ask me to give up this chance to meet Louis Lund? But what if Louis Lund showed up yesterday? In that case, I wouldn't have had time to return for a follow-up visit, wouldn't that be a big problem? “If that’s the case, shouldn’t Ms. Susie have told me at the end of the last treatment not to try to contact Mrs. Pualis or face the parish priest directly before the follow-up visit?

"Is she so sure that I won't run into Louis Lund in the next two weeks, or that he will escape if I do? "'audience'……" Lumian woke up instantly, left booth D, and took a public carriage back to the Honest Market area. He did not rush to the Golden Rooster Hotel or the safe house on White Coat Street to summon a messenger to write a letter to Ms. Magician and tell her about Thermipolos. Instead, he went straight to the vicinity of No. 126 Market Avenue to see if his men, Anthony Reed, and Franca had any gains. Wearing a dark brown wide-brimmed round hat, Lumian walked to the diagonal opposite side of the house of "Black Scorpion" Roger, which was nearly 20 meters away, and sat in the gap between the two buildings with his back against the wall. There are several homeless people here. One of the homeless men moved closer to Lumian and said in a low voice: "Not found yet." Lumian nodded and turned his gaze towards the three-story building with a garden, paying attention to the passers-by. As time passed, the sun set behind the horizon, the light became extremely dim, and the lamplighters began to light the gas street lamps one by one. Just then, Lumian saw a man in a gray-blue worker's uniform. Under his baseball cap was light yellow hair, and his slightly plump face looked a little honest. Anthony Reid? Why did he come out? Lumian recognized the information dealer and was puzzled by his behavior. Anthony Reid walked hurriedly to the end of the market avenue like a worker who had just got off work. Lumian's eyes suddenly narrowed a little, because he found that Anthony Reid was not pretending to pass by, but was approaching someone. The man was wearing a blue suit with a row of yellow buttons, a waxed hat, a white tie, and a red waistcoat. He was sitting in a yellow-numbered cab, looking like a coachman from the Empire Coach Company - the coaches of different coach companies had different uniforms. The driver pulled his hat very low and kept his head down, as if he was waiting for customers. Lumian's heart moved, he stood up and took a few steps in that direction. As Anthony Reid passed by the carriage, he seemed to trip over something, stumbled, and bumped into the horse pulling the carriage. The horse was frightened and was about to raise its front legs, but the driver pulled the reins hard and controlled the horse steadily. But the driver also raised his head and revealed his face: He was over forty years old, with black hair. Due to the distance, Lumian couldn't see his face clearly, but he had a vague feeling of familiarity. Lumian narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched Anthony Reid apologize repeatedly and leave the vicinity of the carriage, while a male servant walked out of 126 Market Avenue. He came to the carriage and said to the driver: "My master wants to hire your car. Go in now and help move some things." The driver nodded and responded in a deep voice: "it is good." He immediately followed the butler into the house belonging to Roger "Black Scorpion". Lumian, who witnessed the entire process but did not hear the conversation, curled up the corners of his mouth a little. He was now absolutely certain that the coachman was Louis Lund!

Finally you are here! (End of this chapter)