Mystery: Lucky One
Chapter 116 78 Destiny is like a Party B rushing to finish a manuscript
Chapter 116 Chapter 78 Destiny is like a Party B who is rushing to finish a manuscript
Does it seem weird to be out at this time?
At four o'clock in the morning, after trying unsuccessfully to fall asleep again, Alice checked the time and began to think about this problem seriously.
Of course, there is actually no need to think about this. No matter who you are, you will give a positive answer.
So Alice gave up thinking. She changed her clothes and went out, looking for a night-shift taxi... no, a carriage.
……
In Queen Backlund, inside a very ordinary-looking house.
Charlie King suddenly sat up from the bed, gasping for air, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.
After a long time, he calmed down, put on his clothes, turned on the light, and came to the bedroom mirror to look at himself.
The mirror reflected his pale face due to fear, and there was still unquenched fear in his eyes. He knew why - he was having nightmares again. He had been having nightmares since he sent the report letter to the Church of the Night. Having the same nightmare.
In the dream, he kept encountering the same thing over and over again - running away, being caught up, and then dying.
In just two or three days, he has experienced dozens of ways to die, from falling to death inexplicably and unreasonably, to being crushed to death by a suddenly collapsing wall or being buried alive, to random natural disasters falling from the sky...
He remembered the panic he felt when he ran away, the real fear before death, the extremely real pain during death, and the despair when he fell out of one dream and fell into another.
He also couldn't forget the voice that sounded every time before his death:
"Gululu——"
The only thing he couldn't figure out was - if this was a revelation from fate, what was the purpose of fate doing this?
Charlie King felt that he could not decipher more information from this revelation, or in fact, he did not dare to believe it.
——Those dreams were like placing one way of death in front of him, asking him to choose the one he liked the most.
...It seems that there is still a sense of urgency in it.
Charlie King didn't know whether he should believe his own interpretation, because once he believed it, it meant that he should probably seriously choose the way he died.
A mosquito caught in a spider web will struggle until the last moment, let alone a living person?
"Click——"
Just as he was concentrating on thinking, a voice, although subtle, was particularly obvious in the silent night.
Charlie King stood up and stepped into the living room. His calm eyes fell on the source of the sound-the turning door handle.
……
Alice relied on divination to quickly find the coachman who worked the night shift.
It seems that no matter what era, there are poor people who work the night shift to make a living... Alice sighed while giving her address to the coachman.
In this era lacking nightlife and overtime culture, the streets at night were deserted and silent. Sitting in the carriage, Alice could only hear the rolling sound of wheels and the sound of horse hooves.
When the rhythmic sound suddenly stopped, Alice was still a little unresponsive. It wasn't until the coachman's call sounded that she realized: Oh, it turns out we have arrived at the destination.
After checking out, Alice got off the carriage and found the house she was aiming for. She looked at the door lock and fell into deep thought.
……
The doorknob in front of him stopped after turning twice. Spirituality did not give any enlightenment. Charlie King stared at the doorknob that had stopped turning for a while. Finally, without divination, he stepped forward and opened the door.
The golden head squatting at the door raised his head when he heard the movement, blinked twice and looked at him.
Charlie King took a deep breath, looked at the eyes that were as innocent and ignorant as the last time he saw them, and suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness from the bottom of his heart.
Fate seemed to really intend for him to choose a way to die that he liked. …
With the thought that it has come, Alice looked at the door lock in front of her and began to think about the feasibility of picking the lock.
She squeezed the doorknob and tried to turn it a few times, then began to look for tools nearby that could be used to pick the lock - although she did not actually master this skill.
But what can I say, it's here... Alice searched around, but when she couldn't find the target, she finally picked up a strand of her hair and seriously considered the possibility of using her hair to pick the lock.
...It’s all written like this in the book!
Faced with the option of cutting her hair, Alice hesitated for a moment and finally gave up. She tried to twist the door handle twice more, then squatted down and hugged her knees, buried her head between her knees and began to think about life.
...So why is she so seriously ill that she has to come here in the middle of the night?
It wasn't until the door opened that Alice raised her head blankly, looked at Charlie King who opened the door, and thought about what she should do now.
Charlie King's eyes reflected complex and diverse emotions. If Alice had to describe it, it was the kind of look that a person has when he is about to die.
Alice looked at Charlie King's eyes, blinked twice blankly, and began to think about what the other person had experienced during this period of time.
She saw the other person's eyes gradually change from complicated to relieved, and finally smiled bitterly and said to her: "Come in and sit for a while."
Then, the other party let go of the door handle and walked into the living room without looking back, leaving the open door and his back completely to her.
……
Charlie King looked at the confused Alice and remembered his emotion not long ago.
Some people don't get what they ask for, while others are struggling.
He was longing for fate's favor and favor, but the girl in front of him seemed to be wishing that fate would take his eyes away from her and look at someone else for a while longer.
In fact, they are all equally powerless in the face of fate.
So why does fate favor the other side more?
In fact, the answer was already in his heart - he lost the desire to struggle under the influence of fate, but the girl in front of him had the desire to hold fate in his hands.
Then... I wish her success.
He smiled relievedly at the girl and said, "Come in and sit for a while."
Then, he ignored Alice's reaction and went straight back to the living room. Then he turned back, looked at Alice who came in hesitantly and didn't forget to close the door, and asked, "What would you like to drink? Coffee or black tea?"
……
Alice felt a little confused when she looked at Charlie King who invited her in to sit down and then turned around without looking back.
This person...why is he like this?
The spirit is as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, without the slightest desire to warn.
Alice looked at Charlie King's back and hesitated for a moment, then finally decided to believe in her own spirituality and go in and sit for a while.
She entered the door carefully, closed it behind her, and then heard Charlie King's question: "What would you like to drink? Coffee or black tea?"
Alice hesitated, looked at Charlie King and asked: "Do you... have ice cream here?"
(End of this chapter)
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