Mystery: Lucky One

Chapter 118 Chapter80 He is hidden in the air
Alice pulled out the spiritual materials from her body, hastily prepared a sacrificial ceremony, and threw in the gold coin that exuded invisible attraction.

As the sacrificial door closed, Alice finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She has no intention of swallowing a Sequence 5 Beyonder characteristic without a ritual or auxiliary materials. This kind of thing once is enough, really.

No matter how much Klein studied the extraordinary characteristics above the gray mist, after the most dangerous thing to her in this room disappeared, Alice looked at Charlie King's body and suddenly realized a problem.

...That is to say, even if Charlie King committed suicide, it is strange for her to come here in the middle of the night, right?

Would she want to see the Nighthawk again in her dream...

After Alice stared at the body and thought for a moment, with the idea of ​​"we'll talk about it then", she walked around the coffee table and started to search the body.

Regrettably, Alice only found one extraordinary item on Charlie King in the end—well, yes, that "money-making accessory."

This accessory was in the shape of a brooch inlaid with turquoise gems. It was worn by Charlie King as a cufflink on his sleeve. After Alice held it in her hand and looked at it for a few seconds, she decided to put it away and go back to study the thing. What are the side effects.

Alice looked at the simple living room and seriously considered whether to rummage through the cabinets in Charlie King's house. Thinking of the side effects of the "wealth-making accessories" mentioned by him, she decided to forget it.

...Wouldn’t the money dug out of Charlie King’s house be considered her fortune?

Alice suddenly understood the horror of "getting rich accessories".

In fact, the worst thing about the "wealth accessory" is not the side effects, but the characteristics of its function - it gives first, and then takes the price.

Just like fate for her.

"So...should we pay the price first and then get the reward?"

Alice's mutterings went unanswered, and her intention was not to receive a response. She sighed for a long time, righted Charlie King's body, and bowed to the other's body.

Alice has mixed feelings about Charlie King. She was angry at his offense and felt a subtle sympathy for his experience.

In the end, the scene where Charlie King swallowed a bullet and committed suicide had a huge impact on her.

In the end, Alice just let out a long sigh and began to pick at Charlie King's remaining value - she wanted the psychic potion formula!

After folding and putting away the paper recording the potion formula, Alice hesitated for a moment, then picked up the cup of coffee she had put down and took a sip.

Then she left here with a grimace.

She did not immediately go looking for the night carriage, but walked quietly on the streets in the early morning.

"Thum, thump, thump."

In the silent alley, only her footsteps echoed.

Listening to the echo of her own footsteps, Alice's thoughts began to wander.

She has already obtained the main materials and potion formula of Sequence 5. Although the content of the ritual sounds a bit metaphysical, Alice believes that fate will not embarrass her in this regard.

So...theoretically, as long as she collects auxiliary materials, she can be promoted?

Alice suddenly staggered.

She subconsciously held onto the wall and looked back - it turned out that she had just accidentally stepped on a stone while distracted.

This is a normal thing, right? It is indeed easy to trip if you are walking in a daze, especially if you are walking at night.

But Alice couldn't laugh.

Everything around is calm, the night breeze still blows occasionally, the red moon still rises and sets, and occasionally a few birds can be heard. ——Everything looks perfectly normal.

Alice closed her eyes, her vision suddenly darkened, and her premonition became clearer.

——It was like a monster was quietly devouring everything in the darkness, approaching her, surrounding her, and then...eating her!

Alice opened her eyes in horror, turned around and ran wildly.

Her footsteps, which were no longer calm, sounded in the alleys. Finally, she stopped.

Alice leaned against the wall again and closed her eyes.

The feeling of terror is gone.

But Alice no longer had the courage and interest to continue walking late at night, and she quickly began to look for the night carriage.

Sitting in the carriage, listening to the regular sound of wheels and horses' hooves, Alice finally calmed down.

She breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the carriage wall.

The coachman who came out to carry passengers late at night might be bored, or maybe he was a little scared of driving alone on the empty road. He started looking for a topic to chat with Alice: "Madam, why are you still out so late?"

"I couldn't sleep at night, so I went out for a walk." Alice, who had just experienced a fright, didn't have much interest in chatting and answered perfunctorily.

"Really? Then your hobbies are really special, just like mine." The coachman didn't sound affected by Alice's perfunctory, and responded with a chuckle.

special? What can we do in this era of lack of entertainment? Alice raised her eyebrows and asked, "What are your usual hobbies?"

"I usually play cards with myself to kill time," the coachman replied. "It's the game that has been popular recently, 'Fighting Evil,' you know, right?"

"Recently..." Alice blinked blankly, thinking about the age gap between Emperor Russell and herself, and fell into deep thought, "It's not very close, right?"

The coachman said nothing.

Alice frowned, always feeling that something was wrong, but she couldn't remember it. She thought for a moment and then asked: "Why do you want to play cards with yourself? Can't you play with others?"

"The place where I live is relatively remote, and I rarely see people - besides, no one is willing to play cards with me." The coachman still smiled and replied.

No wonder... Alice nodded thoughtfully, feeling that she understood everything. Then she asked curiously: "It stands to reason that there are more people during the day? Why do you want to pull the carriage at this time?"

"Of course it's to meet ladies and gentlemen with unique hobbies like you." The other party said with a smile.

"...So, this is purely a personal hobby of yours, not to make money?" Alice asked curiously.

"Yes," replied the coachman.

Alice was silent for a moment, silently reciting "Blessings of Respect" and said: "Then... then your hobby is quite special."

The carriage driver chuckled, stopped the carriage, and said to her, "We're here."

"So fast?!" Alice jumped out of the carriage in surprise, and said in surprise when she found out that she had indeed arrived.

"I'm also sorry that the time I spent chatting with you was so short," the coachman smiled and stretched out his hand to rub his right eye socket, "but I think we will meet again."

A faint sense of disharmony spread in Alice's heart. After looking at the coachman for a few seconds, she frowned and paid and left.

Behind her, the coachman stared at her back, took out a monocle from his pocket and put it on his right eye.

(End of this chapter)