Mystery: Lucky One

Chapter 138 Chapter 12 From Nighthawk to Nighthawk’s Informant
When Klein and Dr. Allen arrived, they saw Alice holding on to the tree trunk and staring at the ground with a twisted expression.

Dr. Allen stopped. Before he could react, Klein, disguised as Detective Sherlock Moriarty, did what a detective should do - he blocked his employer. Behind him.

Alice raised her head following the footsteps and looked at the strangeness and vigilance disguised on Klein's face. The corners of her mouth twitched twice before she stopped her desire to laugh. She pinched her eyebrows with a headache and said:
"Call the police."

"Call the police?" Dr. Allen looked at this scene doubtfully.

"...You don't want to see what's under this tree, trust me." Alice said, looking at the branch that stood like a road sign.

Dr. Allen looked at the birch tree he had seen in his dream, and then at the branches on the ground, and suddenly remembered the scene at the end of the dream.

——Will Auceptin was sitting at the root of the tree, pointing to the ground!

He looked at Alice and suddenly thought of a possibility, and asked with excitement: "Did you discover something?"

"..." Alice frowned and looked at Klein doubtfully.

Realizing that Alice might be regarded as a "professional," Klein tried to use his extraordinary ability to calm his expression and said calmly: "Madam, you'd better tell me clearly what's underneath."

Dr. Allen wisely gave the shovels to Klein and the gravekeeper.

It didn't take long for Dr. Allen to return with the three shovels and a gravekeeper he had obtained with his money offensive. By then, Klein and Alice had returned to the original distance.

Klein suddenly wanted to curse.

"That's enough." Klein interrupted Alice's detailed description, his expression becoming as distorted as Alice's at the beginning.

"Okay." Dr. Allen left the woods without refusing.

Very good. Alice, who counted the number of shovels, sighed silently, then tapped her foot to face them and said, "It's about this location, dig it out."

Alice glanced at Dr. Allen and the gravekeeper with pity, took a few steps back and turned her head, trying to be out of sight and out of mind.

The shovel in Allen's hand fell and hit a rock. He pointed at the exposed body, his body and lips trembling violently.

After Alice stared at him for two seconds, she gave up trying to dissuade him and said instead: "Can you please borrow some shovels?"

It wasn't until the sound of a shovel falling on a stone was heard that Alice turned her head.

"... Will Asceptin's body," Alice replied expressionlessly, "the skin and flesh almost melted into the soil, and there were countless bugs crawling around in his body, and from time to time they came out of his body. Crawling in and out of the mouth and nose..."

Dr. Allen's expression became tangled, and he asked hesitantly: "Will this have any bad effects on me?"

After Dr. Allen left, Klein put away his disguise, walked in doubtfully, and asked, "What is underneath this?"

"...Are you sure you want to see it?" Alice decided to ask Dr. Allen for his opinion one last time.

Alice obediently stopped talking, then looked at Klein solemnly and said, "So, you can dig it out later."

"...You might be disgusted." Alice hesitated and replied.

"I'm a surgeon." Dr. Allen shook his head, looking very confident in the knowledge of his profession.

Alice sighed and walked over to observe the corpse. After a while, she came to the conclusion that it was still more disgusting than in the dream.

When Allen saw Alice, he seemed to have just come back to his senses. Regardless of whether Alice could understand it or not, he shouted to her with a trembling voice:

"Will Auceptin! Will Auceptin!" Alice sighed and said in a gentle voice: "I have advised you not to read it."

Klein hesitated and glanced at Alice, then turned to the frightened tombkeeper and said, "Call the police."

"Okay, okay." The tombkeeper was stunned for a moment, then picked up the shovel on the ground and escaped from the woods without looking back.

Alice looked at his missing shoes and fell into thought.

Klein continued to do what a mature adult should do. He walked up to Alan Kress, patted him and said, "There is nothing to be afraid of. He is already dead."

"...it's just being dead that scares people," Allen calmed down a little. He raised his head, looked at Alice and asked, "Why are you here?"

Alice was silent for a moment and said: "...This is the revelation of fate."

Of course, this was the natural answer. Allen opened his mouth, suddenly not knowing what to say.

Klein smiled and said, "At times like this, praying to the gods you believe in has a good effect."

"Really?" Allen was stunned for a moment, tapped his chest four times clockwise, and chanted in a low voice, "Goddess of the Night, which is nobler than the starry sky and longer than eternity, your devout believers pray for your favor... "

Alice looked at his pious expression and reflected on herself seriously. After discovering that Klein also lowered his head to pray, in order not to look out of place, she also prayed.

Twenty minutes later, they were sitting in the police interrogation hall.

Klein told the police calmly that he was just a private detective on commission and had no idea what had happened.

Then came Dr. Allen. Dr. Allen frankly described his dream, the reason for exhuming the body, and the situation at the scene. Obviously, no policeman accepted his outrageous explanation.

The pressure came to Alice. After pondering for a moment, Alice said: "This is the revelation of fate."

The police officer looked like he wanted to give Alice a look, but unfortunately, he was hurriedly called out before he could do so.

A moment later, he walked in with a blue-eyed Nighthawk - Alice guessed it was a Nighthawk, this was the West End after all.

Then, Klein and Allen were freed, and only Alice and this strange Nighthawk were left in the interrogation room.

"Miss Briar Rose?" the other party confirmed.

Alice nodded.

"Why are you there?" he then asked.

"This is a revelation from fate," Alice repeated again.

The other party was silent for a moment and couldn't help but ask: "Are you... from the School of Life?"

"I'm not," Alice said with a smile, "but I am from the 'destiny' path."

"..." The other party opened his mouth, then gave up and invited instead, "I heard that you believe in the goddess... Are you willing to provide us with some help?"

Alice, the former Nighthawk, was lost in thought.

(End of this chapter)