Mystery: Lucky One

Chapter 119 Chapter81 Amon in Life
Alice returned home without knowing anything and lay on the bed. Instead of trying to sleep, she stared at the ceiling with her eyes open and thought.

In the end...what's wrong?

Start by stepping out of Charlie King's house.

Monsters emerge from the depths of darkness... monsters that are extremely subtle yet seem to be everywhere.

After escaping, the uneasiness still lingered.

Sitting in the carriage, I suddenly felt calm.

And as for the coachman...

Play cards with yourself.

"Fight against evil" has been popular recently.

The place where I live is very remote and there are few people around.

Pulling carriages is a hobby.

And the recent movement of reaching out to press the right eye socket...

A familiar voice echoed in my mind.

……

"Don't look at the 'wrong' approach that sounds noble... it's actually just thieves and liars."

"Thieves and liars?"

"Yes, from stealing money at the beginning, to stealing thoughts, memories, abilities, destiny, and status... From deceiving people at the beginning to deceiving the laws of nature... To put it bluntly, it is a thief and a thief. Just a liar!"

……

Thieves and liars?
Recalling Song Shu's description, Alice's eyes became frightened little by little - He could steal thoughts and memories, but could he... steal her uneasiness?

Alice jumped up and rushed out the door. The street at the door was empty and silent. Only Evelin, who happened to be back, said hello to her: "...Morning?"

"...Morning." Alice nodded, returned to the room and closed the door.

Rethinking her experiences along the way, Alice came to a conclusion: Even if it was really Amon, she should still be interesting in the eyes of the other party, and the other party has no intention of killing her yet.

As for how the other party found her... Do you still need to ask this kind of question! There is an Amon next to the little sun in Silver City!

Alice thought carefully about what to do if this was really Amon, and finally decided to wait until then.

She lay in bed and slept soundly this morning, then went out to have a pleasant lunch, and then bought an ice cream stick at a stall she was familiar with.

The boss skillfully made a stick of ice cream and handed it to Alice. Alice took a lick and frowned slightly.

"What's wrong?" the boss asked, looking at her frown.

Alice took another lick of the ice cream, then frowned and replied with some uncertainty: "I always feel that the taste is different from before..."

"What's different?" the boss asked curiously.

"Maybe..." Alice replied hesitantly, "Maybe it's not as delicious as before?"

The boss looked at Alice in surprise and said, "How could that be?"

Alice shook her head and said, "I don't know... maybe it's an illusion?"

After saying that, Alice shrugged and left with the ice cream.

Behind her, the owner of the stall prepared another ice cream and imitated Alice's actions and took a lick.

He frowned, reached out and pressed his right eye socket, took out a monocle from somewhere, put it on his right eye, then made another ice cream and took another lick.

Finally, he put down the ice cream with a frown, closed the stall thoughtfully and left.

On the other side, Alice, who returned home, started making video calls with Mr. Fool, whom she had forgotten.

Mr. Fool, who could not figure out what was wrong with that extraordinary characteristic no matter what, couldn't wait to ask: "What's wrong with that extraordinary characteristic?" Alice realized that Klein might have misunderstood that she had thrown the extraordinary characteristic to Klein. Regarding Ryan's reasons, she pinched her eyebrows helplessly and replied: "No problem."

"?" Klein showed an expression that said, "You'd better give me an explanation."

"...Maybe the problem is not that Beyonder characteristic, but me." Alice replied thoughtfully.

"What do you mean?" Klein frowned.

"Hmm..." Alice said nothing and motioned to Klein to take out the extraordinary characteristics from the pile of debris.

Klein doubtfully took it out of the pile of junk to see the extraordinary characteristics. He looked at Alice and wanted to say something, but saw her expression.

——It is obsession and longing.

"Alice?" Klein shouted tentatively.

He saw Alice's eyes wavering for a moment, but in the end she did not move away from the gold coin.

"Alice!" Klein couldn't help shouting.

"...I'm here." Alice replied.

She finally woke up, but not completely. Her eyes still fell on the gold coin from time to time, and her eyes were still filled with indelible obsession and desire.

Klein opened his mouth to remind her something, but Alice had already closed her eyes, leaned back on the chair, pressed her fingers very hard on the table, and said with her remaining strength:
"Quick, put it back."

Klein obediently put the gold coin back, frowned and looked at Alice and asked, "What are you...?"

Alice opened her eyes, held her forehead with one hand, and made a "shh" gesture with the other hand and said to Klein: "Shh, let me think."

Klein then became quiet.

Alice held her head and recalled.

When she was at Charlie King's house, she forced herself to look away as soon as she felt the attraction, without daring to recall or explore what it was that attracted her.

Above the gray fog with Klein watching, she could finally relax and explore the secret behind that attraction.

The extraordinary characteristics of the original "lucky man" in the memory exude an alluring luster.

In the potion of "Disaster Priest", she saw the rolling waves.

And "Winner"... In the extraordinary characteristics of "Winner", she finally saw clearly the whole picture of the things that had always attracted her.

That's a river.

It is beautiful and dreamy. Starting from the invisible source, it divides into countless tributaries. Dreamy waves surge out from the invisible source, surge up, submerge each tributary, and turn them back into the main trunk. part.

Then, the waves continue to move forward, flooding the next section of the river's tributaries, and this section becomes a river with countless tributaries again.

What was flowing in the river was not water, but the same blurry and dreamy waves as before.

She longed to be close to the river.

Alice opened her eyes, looked at Klein, and said in an ethereal voice: "I am longing for it, them, or something related to them."

Klein was slightly startled.

Recalling the appearance of the river and her own experiences, Alice finally made a conclusion:

“Maybe I’m longing for destiny itself.

"Perhaps it is fate itself that longs for me.

"Or maybe we are one...

"Who knows?"

(End of this chapter)