Joyce solemnly said: “Since the Alfalfa arrived in Enmat Port, I have been having the same dream every night. The dream is full of fear. I know that this may be the shadow of the disaster. I should go. I see a psychiatrist, but I suspect that it is not a normal dream. Even if a normal dream is repeated every night, there will definitely be differences in details. And this dream, at least the part I remember, has never changed.” “To the fortuneteller. In other words, similar dreams belong to the enlightenment given by the gods.” Klein said half comforted and half explanatory, “Can you describe the dream in detail?” Joyce clenched his fist against his mouth, and meditated for a moment: “My dream Seeing me fall from the Sativa and into the ocean, the ocean is crimson, like rotten blood.” ” I When I fell, I was caught by the people on the boat. I couldn’t see his appearance, I only knew that he had great strength.” “And I also pulled a person, trying to prevent him from falling into the sea. This person I know that he is a passenger on the Sativa, Youniskin.””Because of his weight and his struggles, I can no longer bear it.