Maggie Johnson, still in a coma, is now sitting in a beige sofa recliner.
A man with gray hair and a serious face wearing small round glasses first stared at Maggie for a while, then he turned to Catherine and the other three and said, "Her condition seems to have stabilized."
Carl Jung had a kind face, and his eyes and demeanor exuded wisdom.
He said: "In order to know what is happening in this woman's subconscious, or deep in her soul, I will conduct a 'dream exploration'."
Sean asked curiously: "Dream exploration?"
Mr. Jung stood up and closed the curtains in the room while saying: "People in the past always believed that dreams were a prediction.
“To a certain extent, that makes sense.
"After years of exploration and research, I have discovered that people's dreams reflect the state deep in their consciousness."
"So, by understanding a person's dreams, we can understand their subconscious mind," Sean said.
The room fell into darkness, except for a kerosene lamp that had been lit beforehand.
The dim light illuminated Mr. Jung's face. He looked at Sean and nodded: "That's right."
Returning to the seat next to Maggie, Mr. Jung turned over his watch and looked at the time: "It's just that the dreams of recent patients have become a little strange...
"Every time, if I stay too long in my dream, a green light will fill the dream..."
Sean and Moonlight both frowned slightly: it was the influence of Kluwetan's resurgence.
The power of the Lord of Dreams spreads throughout the realm of dreams...
Carl Jung seemed to have it all ready.
He asked Catherine to support Maggie behind her, then took off his glasses, and the spirit gently opened Maggie's eyelids.
Under the eyelids, the pair of blue eyes were distracted.
In a quiet environment, Mr. Jung spoke slowly, as if he was explaining to Sean and others, or some kind of hypnotic statement.
"People who spy into the soul have actually existed since ancient times.
“In modern times, their name is psychiatrist,
"Millions of years ago, they were the diviners and dream interpreters of the tribe."
"Psychological suggestion, collective hypnosis, personality analysis..."
“These are actually ancient ‘crafts’.
“The world is vast and vast, and so are people’s hearts.
"What you are exploring is the external world without limits...
"What we focus on is the depth of the soul that has no boundaries."
Sean saw a faint light shining in Jung's eyes, and that light made Maggie's scattered eyes stop, as if awake, staring into the old man's eyes.
The dim light seemed to have a hypnotic effect. Maggie, who was half asleep and half awake, saw a pair of twinkling eyes.
Sean noticed that a thin spiritual thread connected the eyes of Mr. Jung and Maggie.
With his brows stretched, Sean suddenly realized: Carl Jung was also a explorer.
However, he is an explorer of another "dimension".
If Sean and others are exploring the external world...
So Mr. Jung, what he explored was dreams, the human heart, and the unknown ocean of psychology.
Soon, before Maggie's dream glowed with that green light, Carl Jung withdrew.
He rubbed the space between his eyes a little tiredly and asked Catherine to open the curtains of the room.
Maggie is still in a deep sleep state.
"How is it, Mr. Jung?" Catherine asked, "What did you see in her dream?"
Jung said truthfully: "I saw her sitting alone in a dark theater..."
theater? Sean and Catherine exchanged glances and continued to listen.
“There was no one in that theater…
"The curtain on the stage was blown by the wind, and then I saw that there seemed to be a huge black figure on the stage, which was constantly shaking and making a terrifying loud noise."
Mr. Jung gently wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief - it seemed that dream exploration was not a pleasant experience.
After adjusting his breathing slightly, Mr. Jung continued:
"Then, I walked towards the huge black shadow,
"The stage was leaking from all sides and was in dilapidated condition. The light that came through illuminated part of the black shadow, and I saw..."
"It was a pig, a big pig."
pig? Sean and the three of them had confused looks on their faces.
"The pig occupied most of the stage and was eating something from a trough, making an unsettling noise.
"Then I looked into the trough..."
Mr. Jung sighed: "The trough was filled with blood... There was a crying baby girl floating in the blood.
“The baby girl’s arm had been eaten.
"Then the dream ended."
Frowning slightly in discomfort, Sean asked: "So, Mr. Jung, what does Maggie's dream really mean?"
Jung lit his pipe. He did not answer directly, but squinted his eyes slightly in the smoke and asked: "What kind of play did you say Miss Maggie watched?"
Catherine told Carl Jung about "The Red Wedding" and the strange theater.
Looking out the window, Mr. Jung thought for a while.
Then, he turned his head and said slowly: "It seems that you guys and ladies who are exploring the outside world have work to do..."
Holding the pipe in his mouth, Mr. Jung formed his hands into the shape of a container: “The pig trough that Ms. Johnson saw in her dream was the only container that appeared in the dream.
"According to my theory, what is contained in that container represents her soul."
Does the baby girl whose arm was eaten away represent Maggie's soul? Sean frowned deeply.
Jung continued: “The dream just revealed Miss Johnson’s deep subconscious uneasiness——
“The baby girl whose arms were bitten off represents her soul.
"As shown in the dream - her 'soul' was partially eaten away by something greedy on the stage, but was not completely devoured.
"Actually, that says it all."
In the rising smoke, Mr. Jung’s voice was low and magnetic: “The drama she watched secretly swallowed up a part of her soul without her knowledge.
“That’s why her deep personality is imperfect.
“However, these problems are hidden under the seemingly normal surface and are difficult to detect.
"If you hadn't induced her to reminisce and retell the plot to her, the incompleteness of her soul would not have been so completely exposed."
Catherine understood instantly and said: "In other words, that weird theater hid the plunder from the audience!
“Because subconscious problems are difficult to detect in a short period of time, the explorers of the year mistakenly believed that...
Turning her eyes to Sean, the actress looked very serious: "I thought that weird theater caused no casualties, and it didn't even involve mystery."
Adopt gentler and more covert methods to avoid interference from the exploration community?
Sean nodded: "I understand, this is also possible."
Mr. Solomon was already a powerful explorer back then, and his soul was extremely strong. The power hidden in the drama may have an effect on ordinary people, but it could not affect his soul, so he did not even feel it...
Therefore there is no awareness of possible evil.
"So that's it!" Yueguang became a little excited, "Without affecting the appearance of the cake, you can eat the inside of the cake instead of stealing the whole cake!"
Sean tilted his head - I have to say, the metaphor of moonlight is quite appropriate.
The master of psychology continued: "There is one thing in this matter that I am very concerned about and I have to remind you."
"Please tell me."
“That play was very cleverly written.
"Revenge is one of the instincts hidden in everyone's consciousness.
"It's a very powerful primal need."
"If there is a writer for "Blood Red Wedding", I have to say that he is well versed in psychology.
"He used the theme of revenge to awaken the audience's primitive impulses in an unexpected and devastating symbolism, depriving the soul of pure reason..."
"His creative ability is weird and subtle."
Jung put down his pipe and looked at Sean and the other three seriously: "If you continue to explore, you may face someone..."
The old man narrowed his eyes: "A rather terrifying soul."
