Mermaid Reef

How should this absurd dream be described?

The sea breeze was blowing leisurely, and English afternoon tea was placed on the table.

Rattan baskets filled with jam muffins, red-glazed porcelain plates stacked with scones and sandwiches, stained glass jars with six jam combinations...

Finally, a pot of steaming black tea.

"The milk jug and jam jar all come from the Murano glass workshop in Venice. They are outstanding works of art." John held a white porcelain red teacup with satisfaction, and showed those beautiful glassware to his guests.

The flowers in the courtyard are blooming very lively. They are not expensive species, and the flowers are also very small. With the vines wrapped around the wooden fence

The branches and leaves of the big trees cut the sunlight into fine light and shadows, scattered them in the courtyard, and swayed and swayed with the sea breeze.

A gray-blue British shorthair cat sleeps on a natural wooden bench arched by tree roots, and will kick its legs in dreams.

The red of the roof, the deep green of the trees, the faded white paint of the wooden steps and fences, the sea in the distance...these colors are so vivid.

Juan is a surveyor for an archaeological expedition. He has traveled to many places and seen countless spectacular scenery. He never expected that one day he would be deeply attracted by the courtyard of an ordinary house. Everything here is filled with warmth and tranquility. The atmosphere is like a comfortable and beautiful country oil painting.

"What is this place?" Juan couldn't help asking.

This was the second time he had raised this question, but this time his tone was less guarded and only amazed.

"My dream, of course, there are more accurate words, this is my home."

John picked up the white porcelain teapot and filled the other two cups with black tea: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, if you don't show up, I might have to get up."

"what?"

Juan answered subconsciously, and he quickly reacted.

It was late at night when he fell asleep, and it might have been early morning where John was.

"Are you in England?"

"Of course the British are in the UK. I'm a retired detective." John bit his pipe, leaned on the rocking chair, and opened the newspaper in his hand.

Juan couldn't help but look at the grizzly man who had been sitting on the seat next to him.

The man didn't drink his tea. He stretched out his right hand and introduced himself: "Hi, I'm Hans Fischer, a dream therapist."

"What therapist?" Juan suspected he had heard wrong.

Wait, is there such a job as a dream therapist in the world?

Is this a scam?

Juan even began to doubt himself, has he gone crazy?Otherwise why would you have such a bizarre dream?

With a wave of John's hand, the table full of afternoon tea disappeared.

"I really like dreams. You see, you don't need to clean up the tableware, and you can conjure what you want, just like a magician."

Leaning on the rocking chair, John couldn't help laughing when he saw Juan struggling to find out the scientific basis but was defeated by reality: "...Young man, you remind me of a girl from my youth. My friend, he believes in science as firmly as you do."

John put his fingertips together, and said seriously: "Of course science is trustworthy at any time, the problem is that human beings have not yet grasped the full face of science, so, so... I know these words sound more like brainwashing by liars who reverse black and white Say something. Let's talk about your troubles!"

Juan's eyes were wary.

John stretched out his hand lazily, indicating that it was time for the dream therapist to appear.

Grizzly Hans said in a deep voice: "The dream therapist is responsible for solving things that are outside the dream. The dream is just a shadow that reflects reality."

Juan looked at him and felt that this person was very strange. His name sounded like a German, but his appearance looked like an Eastern European who lived in a cold high latitude. This person was very complicated, and his aura contained many contradictions.

To put it simply, Hans has a firm personality and great leadership. He has the shadow of Dr. Marat but is much better than Dr. Marat.

"Are you an archaeologist or an adventurer?" Juan asked suddenly.

"I am specially commissioned to investigate the truth of dangerous and mysterious events that are difficult to explain by science," Hans replied.

"You have a team!"

Juan was very sure, and Hans nodded calmly.

"You have been to many places, and you... have narrowly escaped death several times." Juan's eyes lingered on the scars on Hans' face and neck, "You are not as simple as a dream therapist, unless this job requires you to be in the dream world. challenge satan here. I've seen a guy like you, a retired sniper, he survived the nightmarish battlefield without breaking down, his eyes and expression are just like yours, because you've seen hell."

Hans was silent.

John laughed again.

Juan turned to look at John.

Intuition told Juan that although Hans Grizzly was a very courageous leader, Hans respected the old man very much and he could not ignore John.

John held his forehead, waved his hand and said, "Sorry, I just... think you are excellent."

Hans took up the topic.

His voice is steady, and the rhythm of his speech is gentle, making people involuntarily listen to what he said:

"Let's start from the beginning, I believe you started to have a fever or confusion about three or four days ago, because you have been intruding into my dreams with John, John is in the UK and I am in the east of Greenland, so judging from time , you are almost in a coma all day long."

Hans picked up a pen, stopped Juan from asking, and continued: "Those words you shouted indiscriminately, including 'compass', 'waves', 'help', you believed that you fell into the sea and have been swimming hard. "

Juan's face turned pale.

Although he had already heard these words from the doctor, the embarrassment would not decrease, but would only deepen.

"If you think your encounter is related to that compass, can you describe what that compass looks like?" Hans asked seriously.

"I can draw it."

Juan took the pen and notebook from Hans, and directly drew on the paper the appearance of the compass, the inner dial, and the glowing crystal ball.

high speed.

Juan doesn't know how to "magic" in dreams, and this is not Juan's dream, he can't "make his wishes come true", so this quick and concise painting skills shocked John and Hans.

"I'm a surveyor." Juan put down his pen, and finally shook hands with Grizzly Hans. "You can call me Juan. I'm of Spanish descent. My name is very long and complicated. I found this compass on a cliff. Yeah, my life has been a mess since I picked up this thing."

Hans handed the notebook to John, who looked at the compass carefully, then shook his head: "I haven't seen this thing, but we can deduce what happened to you, and if you want, we will help your life return to normal .”

"What do I need to pay?" Juan spread his hands and asked frankly, "Or should I ask, gentlemen, why do you help me?"

John smoked his pipe again and said with a smile, "You want to hear the truth? The truth is that we are all unlucky people! What you are going through now is our past, and we help you because we don't want our peaceful lives to end. , the danger will be killed in the cradle."

"I guess there may be lies?"

"Yes, the lie is—congratulations, Juan, you have been chosen by God."

A gust of wind blew across the courtyard, and leaves drifted over Juan's head.

Juan blinked, but he didn't smile. His eyes slowly swept across the faces of Hans and John, and then he made an unbelievable voice: "Why does my intuition tell me that this sentence is also true!"

"Hahaha!"

John laughed, and he decided to write today's experience into a book.

——The two evil gods we all know can always fish out gold in the yellow sand, and accurately select a person with outstanding abilities on this planet full of humans.

No, I'm not bragging.

***

Juan struggled to finish listening to Hans' mystical lecture on what evil gods are, how much harm evil gods and their relatives will cause, and analyzed a large number of cases.

Juan was very broken, he didn't want to believe these nonsense at all, but his reason and intuition kept knocking on his head, telling him that everything was true, and he was about to split his mind.Divide into a surveyor who believes in science, and a regular guy who wants to fix his troubles.

"I have never believed in God. You told me it was true, and then told me that unfortunately, there are demons in the world?" Juan held his head.

Hans corrected: "That's not a demon. The evil god is a creature like human beings, but stronger. The evil god appeared on the earth earlier than human beings. It is a habit for thousands of years for us to call them gods. Their power For humans, it is indeed like a god."

"Did Darwin know?" Juan twitched his lips, his expression stiff.

Hans didn't answer.

Juan closed his eyes and said painfully: "Well, the current situation is that an evil god has chosen me, and the compass is his token. My anomalies are all because of my glimpse into the mystery and my contact with the real world. How can I Get rid of this trouble?"

"Satisfy that evil god, simply put, accomplish what he wants you to do." Hans said blankly.

Holding up his pipe, John gestured, "Fortunately, this evil god is very reasonable and not the kind of guy who is difficult to communicate with."

Juan said dryly, "I guess there's a 'but' twist, I'm waiting!"

"Cough, but what! Before this evil god disappeared last year, he had a conflict with his allies and two other evil gods."

John sat up straight, stared at Juan and said, "So there is a very bad situation. When you fall into the sea with the compass, you are facing not only the very reasonable evil god, but also three other evil gods. They may still be fighting.

"The compass may be lost in the battle, and you picked it up by accident. This is the best situation. But according to what you said, the compass glows, the compass leads you into the sea, and the compass has been persistently returning to you. Anomaly, I think we have to face another bad possibility. The evil god left the compass on purpose, trying to abduct a human being through it.

"Why did the evil gods do this? I suspect that they are trapped somewhere. This place limits their power. They cannot leave, but humans can enter and exit."

Juan's eyes widened, his expression twisted.

John clicked on the desktop and continued: "The evil god we know is just like human beings. He likes to find familiar humans to help him solve problems, and Hans is a dream therapist. Hans' dreams are infinitely close to the edge of mysterious danger. The Cthulhu can enter his dream at will. Then the Cthulhu left Hans alone and went to find a new person, which is not in line with his habits. Excluding all possibilities, the answer can only be that the Cthulhu could not find Hans, and the place where they were trapped was very Special, you can only wait for a human to pick up the compass, and you are 'chosen'."

John looked directly at Juan with a gentle expression, but his tone was as forceful as waves hitting a rock.

"You are a surveyor. Just now when you asked Hans about his identity, you mentioned archaeologists and adventurers. Let me boldly assume that your work is related to these two. After all, you don't look like a government official or a soldier.

"Every time you wear clothes, it proves that you are in the tropics or the southern hemisphere.

"You're talking soberly today, I guess you've got your fever down, it's night when you're dreaming.

"When I mentioned that I should be up, you agreed with this and pointed out very positively that I was in the UK. You were well aware of the time difference between us and believed me. It was early in the morning. So according to the time difference your location is in the Atlantic This side, not the direction to Europe... What a coincidence, I immediately remembered a piece of news I saw a few days ago."

John picked up the newspaper on the rocking chair, and with a touch of his finger, the front page and date of the newspaper were all changed.

It became The Times of a week ago.

The government of Jamaica has announced the hiring of the world's best underwater salvage team to excavate the former pirate capital of Port Royal.