Chapter 130: In the Dream (Requesting double monthly votes)

The black vines hanging from the roof bloomed with blood-red flowers, completely sealing the third floor of the castle.

Guillaume Bénet, Pierre Béry, and Sybil Béry were resisting the attacks of the "Midwife" and others while rushing toward the tower.

There were several other scenes flashing through Lu Mian's mind along with this scene:

Inside the tower, which was covered with bird-clawed infants, the invisible Guillaume Bénet, with the help of the shepherd Pierre Béry, successfully let his right palm touch the "Midwife's" shoulder. The "Midwife" then exploded, as if a bomb had been placed inside her body;

Sybil Béry was killed by a maid, but was reborn inside her body, occupying her body;

In the view floating in mid-air, Louis Longde gave birth to a child in the room;

Louis Longde, as if unaffected, joined forces with the administrator Béost to suppress the "manic" shepherd Pierre Béry;

On the wilderness leading to the deep mountains, the parish priest Guillaume Bénet was surrounded by countless ghosts wearing linen clothes...

Lu Mian frowned, revealing a painful expression, as if these memories were sharp weapons piercing his soul, and pulling them out would bring more harm, making him instinctively resist further recall.

Soon, those scenes receded, and Lu Mian panted heavily.

"How is it? Any harvest?" Su Qian's voice was gentle, as if asking what breakfast was today.

Lu Mian answered while thinking:

"I remembered the battle between the parish priest and those subordinates of Lady Pualis. The scenes are very chaotic and fragmented...

"I, sometimes I seem to be watching from the scene, sometimes I seem to see corresponding scenes through certain methods from a very far place..."

This made him unusually puzzled about his positioning and role in this matter.

Sometimes he seemed to be one of the two groups, deeply participating in the battle, and sometimes he seemed to be a pure bystander, having nothing to do with either side.

Su Qian asked inducively:

"Besides these, what other incomprehension do you have about the situation presented by that part of the memory just now?"

Lu Mian said while recalling:

"I don't seem to have seen Lady Pualis... Only the matter of the parish priest being surrounded by a large number of ghosts in the wilderness vaguely has the shadow of Lady Pualis in it...

"The parish priest and the others seemed to have no spare energy just dealing with Louis Longde, Cassie, Béost, 'Midwife,' and other subordinates of Lady Pualis. If Lady Pualis joined, I don't believe they could have achieved final victory...

"Why would Lady Pualis voluntarily give up, leave Cordu, and not stop the parish priest and the others..."

"Not voluntarily give up, but was forcibly sent away." Su Qian corrected, "The ritual in your dream that sent the 'Spring Elf' away should map to the matter of driving away Pualis. The 'Spring Elf' represents harvest, represents the end of the withered winter and the budding of vigorous life, which is very close to the ability characteristics displayed by Pualis and her group."

"Then that's even more wrong..." Lu Mian's voice gradually became painful, his hands tightly clenched, feeling he couldn't recall anymore.

Su Qian said gently:

"If you don't want to recall, don't recall. Waking up all memories was never something that could be completed in one psychological treatment. Take your time, no need to rush."

Hu... Lu Mian exhaled slowly, his body no longer so tense.

After he calmed down for nearly a minute, Su Qian said:

"You can sleep for a while and see if you can find more answers in the dream."

In Lu Mian's ears, the voice of this "psychologist" was first gentle, then increasingly ethereal, as if it had moved away to another world.

His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally drooped.

…………

Lu Mian opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling.

He rolled over and sat up, taking the slanted chair, the wooden table by the window, the small bookshelf on the side, and the wardrobe with a full-length mirror into his view.

This is his bedroom, this is his home in Cordu Village.

Lu Mian stared for a few seconds, ran toward the outside of the room rapidly.

He pushed open the door of Aurora's bedroom with force and saw manuscripts, paper, fountain pens, ink bottles, and other items placed on the desk just like in his memory, and saw the chair with a cushion on it empty, with no one sitting there.

Lu Mian's gaze moved from there to the empty bed and slowly withdrew.

He closed the door gently bit by bit, turned, and walked toward the next room.

There was no figure he was familiar with in the study either.

Lu Mian started running, running down the stairs.

He ran wildly through Cordu Village and arrived at the entrance of the "Eternal Blazing Sun" church.

On the way, he didn't meet a single villager, and every house was quiet to the point of death.

Looking up at the onion-shaped dome, Lu Mian walked into the church with big strides.

The altar had been modified, filled with tulips, lilacs, and other flowers, engraved with the black thorn symbol whose surface seemed to have liquid flowing.

There was still no one here.

Lu Mian searched the parish priest's room and walked to that basement again.

The bones piled around and the sheepskin were in the same state as in the dream before, but the altar in the middle had no damage.

Lu Mian investigated carefully again, but his chest didn't feel hot.

After he knew this was a dream, the power representing "past," "present," and "future" seemed to disappear as well.

Lu Mian, who had no harvest, stood beside the underground altar, pondered for a while, ran again, went up the stairs, went out the side door, and came to the nearby cemetery.

According to the memory of the previous dream, he quickly found the tomb where the owl flew in, bent down, and pushed away the stone slab sealing the entrance.

Without any hesitation, Lu Mian went down the stairs layer by layer, passed through the corridor, and saw the black coffin placed in the gloomy tomb.

There was no owl here, nor was there the other Lu Mian, only the light penetrating from outside the tomb outlining the contours of all things.

Lu Mian withdrew his gaze and walked straight toward the black coffin.

The lid of the coffin had long slid to the side, letting the scene inside be presented.

Thinking of Aurora in the dream almost losing control because of peeking at the corpse of the wizard in the coffin, Lu Mian hesitated.

Two or three seconds later, he walked forward a few steps with an expressionless face and cast his gaze directly into it.

A corpse was quickly reflected in his pupils.

The corpse had golden hair scattered on both sides, eyes tightly closed, face slightly pale, and was wearing a light blue dress.

This is Aurora!

The one lying in the coffin of the dead wizard is Aurora!

Lu Mian's pupils dilated instantly, and his face twisted into a ferocious look.

The scene he saw before his eyes shattered inch by inch.

…………

Lu Mian opened his eyes suddenly, looking forward with a complex expression.

"What did you see?" Su Qian's voice sounded in his ear.

Lu Mian answered like a dream:

"I saw Aurora lying in the coffin of the dead wizard...

"How is this possible..."

Su Qian said soothingly:

"This is more of a symbol."

"Think about it, there is no wizard legend in reality, and in the dream, the story your subconscious made up set your and Aurora's home as the place where the wizard once lived. Aurora herself didn't know about this, nor had she heard of that legend."

"She was also on the verge of losing control because she wanted to see the wizard's corpse in the coffin clearly."

"So, the dead wizard in the wizard legend refers to Aurora. What does the owl symbolize, and what does the whole story symbolize?" More and more questions popped up in Lu Mian's mind, each like a sharp blade, tearing at his head.

Lu Mian couldn't help but raise both hands and press his head.

"This might require you to recover more memories to analyze, and in some cases, symbols have more than one layer, existing in a blended state." Su Qian said gently, "Today's treatment ends here. Your subconscious has shown obvious resistance. Continuing will only bring the opposite effect, which is very unfavorable to your mental state. Do you want to have the second treatment in two weeks or a month?"

Lu Mian didn't think much:

"In two weeks."

Su Qian was silent for a few seconds:

"Finally, I want to remind you that you now have a very strong tendency toward self-destruction."

"Self-destruction, huh..." Lu Mian repeated the word in a low voice, with no change in expression.

Su Qian's voice became warm again, smoothing Lu Mian's heart:

"I can understand why you have this situation, and I don't want to forcibly eliminate it. Unless you are willing to let me erase all memories representing the root of the problem, every treatment is just relief, not eradication."

"I just want to remind you that the Aurora I saw in your memory is a lady who loves life and loves life."

"She still has many wishes unfulfilled. She wants to see you go to university, she wants to visit Trier as an ordinary person for a while, she wants to find clues about her hometown, she wants to perfectly handle the parents' problem, she wants to enjoy all the delicacies of Trier, she wants to listen to every concert here and see every art exhibition."

"She is only one step away from complete death. If she still has consciousness, I think she definitely wouldn't give up. She is now like a person who has fallen into an abyss, with only one hand grabbing the edge of the cliff. If even you give up, there will be no one to pull her up again."

Lu Mian's expression gradually changed, but he couldn't show any certain emotions.

He seemed to have forgotten how to laugh, and also forgotten how to cry.

Su Qian didn't force him to respond immediately and sighed lightly:

"Many times, pressing pain and despair completely to the bottom of your heart is not a good thing. Humans need to vent and decompress."

"Alright, that's it for today. At the same time in two weeks, we will have the second treatment here."

Lu Mian closed his eyes:

"Thank you, Ms. Su Qian."

Su Qian didn't respond again, seemingly having left.

After more than ten seconds, Lu Mian exhaled slowly and opened his eyes.

He subconsciously looked outside the Mason Café and saw a golden retriever with a small brown bag on its back disappear at the street corner in the

It seemed as if there was also a female figure beside that big dog.

Lu Mian sat for another ten minutes or so, finished the remaining lemon water with ambergris, walked out of Mason Cafe, and arrived at the nearest public carriage stop.

Soon, a green-painted double-decker public carriage drove up, waiting for passengers to board.

Lu Mian spent 30 coques to find a window seat, his gaze unfocused as he looked outside.

"Paper! Paper! The latest newspaper, 11 coques a copy!" A child in worn-out clothing approached the window, raising the stack of newspapers in his hands.

Self-destruction... living... self-destruction... living... Lu Mian's mind was filled with those words from the "Psychiatrist," like a walking corpse, not wanting to pay any attention to the newsboy at all.

Suddenly, he saw that the name of the newspaper on top was "Novel Weekly."

That's right, today is Sunday... Lu Mian froze for a moment, took out two 5-coque copper coins and one 1-coque copper coin, opened the window, and handed them to the newsboy.

After taking the "Novel Weekly," Lu Mian unfolded it and began to read by the bright sunlight shining in from outside the window.

The carriage moved slowly, and a piece of news caught Lu Mian's eyes:

"Obituary:

"Confirmed by our editorial department, our eternal friend, the famous bestselling author, Aurore Lee, unfortunately passed away in an accident in April..."

Lu Mian's gaze froze, and his hands gradually began to tremble slightly.

Suddenly, he buried his head, raised the newspaper, and used it to cover his face.

Under the afternoon sun, a wet mark appeared on the surface of the newspaper.

The wet marks grew more numerous, merging into a single patch.

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