Mystery: Lucky One

Chapter 176 Chapter50 Happy Birthday
Klein was looking worriedly in the direction of Backlund's east side.

The gradually changing fog made Klein couldn't help but worry about Alice. Even if he knew that Alice was here for the promotion ceremony, he couldn't let go.

He was not mainly worried that something would happen to Alice. He was mainly worried that Alice would tell him that the "Original Witch" had come to find her when she came back.

...After all, the impression Alice left on him was so unreliable!
Suddenly, Klein noticed that the branches outside the window began to sway, and the glass window trembled slightly.

The wind is blowing... Klein was startled slightly, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes - the wind would blow away the fog, which meant that this incident was about to end.

I wonder what happened to Alice... Klein thought and tried divination without any hope - the coin stood in his palm.

Klein thought for a moment, then took four steps backwards and came to the top of the gray mist to try divination.

The coin stood in his palm again, and the dream was completely blank.

Klein stared at the crimson star belonging to Alice and thought for a moment, but ultimately did not try to poke it.

……

The unusually thick fog made Evelin give up her plan to find Alice and stay at home with peace of mind.

A clear voice rang in the room: "You are too rude... Do you talk like this in front of Him? He didn't do anything to you?"

"Really?" Allen smiled and entered the bathroom casually.

Evelin thought happily, looking forward to the arrival of the New Year, and then glanced at the fog outside in annoyance.

Velma smiled and nodded, and said as if jokingly: "I feel like you've been going to the bathroom a lot lately."

Allen was silent for a moment, returned to the living room, and glanced at Velma's belly uneasily.

——The New Year is coming soon anyway, and they have made an appointment to celebrate the New Year together.

After checking the door lock three times, Allen looked in the mirror and asked, "What's wrong with the fog outside?"

"What has she done to make you keep belittling her in front of me?" Allen asked in confusion.

After a while, a black cradle appeared in the mirror with a silver baby inside.

"That's not a put-down... In the past, I had imagined how I would introduce her to others - although until she disappeared, I never mentioned her existence to anyone else.

"She is the destroyer of worlds and the creator of miracles."

After saying this, the image in the mirror disappeared directly, without giving Allen any chance to ask questions.

"Ha," the clear voice smiled mockingly, "He...well, even if it is 'her' now."

Allen looked at the increasingly thick fog outside the window and suddenly said to Velma: "I'm going to the bathroom."

The voice emphasized the word "her", and then was silent for a moment before continuing:

The trembling branches and swaying window frames attracted attention. She walked to the window and looked at the fog that weakened with the increasing wind, and suddenly felt better.

However, the fog is really inconvenient... Huh?

……

He was a little worried about whether his original choice was correct.

……

In the land abandoned by the gods, the exploration team of Silver City finally got rid of the cycle after several attempts and prepared to return. Finally... Derrick took another look at the ruins of the city and sighed slowly in his heart.

Then he quickly cheered up.

This all relies on the reminders of Mr. Fool and Miss Destiny, as well as the help of Mr. "The Hanged Man"...

Well, I have to seize the opportunity to help Miss Destiny move things over...

I hope Amon won’t come too soon, at least, it will give me time to escape...

Thinking of this, Derrick suddenly sighed and sighed silently: It would be great if Miss Destiny could be like Mr. Fool... However, such a capricious character is indeed very Destiny.

……

"Happy birthday to you...Happy birthday to you..."

In the flickering candlelight, a group of people sang softly around the girl on the hospital bed, but the expression on no one's face was happy, and most of them were hiding deep sadness.

There was no one else in this ward, and the lights had long been turned off. Under the illumination of candlelight, a middle-aged woman who looked fifty-six times similar to the girl on the bed opened her eyes and slowly wiped the tears on her face with a wet wipe.

The middle-aged woman took a deep breath and blew out the candles. At the same time, someone turned on the lights in the ward and handed the cake knife to her hand.

The middle-aged woman glanced at the girl on the hospital bed with a painful expression, then cut a piece of cake with a cake knife and put it on a plate.

The middle-aged woman walked towards the hospital bed carrying the plate. The people in the circle got out of the way and watched her in silence as she walked to the bedside.

"Snapped!"

The plate fell to the ground together with the cake, but the middle-aged woman's attention was not there. She looked at the girl on the hospital bed in disbelief. After a while, she turned back tremblingly and asked:

"Did you see it just now?"

"...Did Huanhuan's finger move?" In the silence of the room, another man whose face was also similar to the girl spoke uncertainly.

……

Half a month has passed since the last change. Middle-aged women and middle-aged men take turns guarding the ward.

After confirming that it was not a hallucination, they hurriedly called the doctor. After the examination, the doctor told them that maybe something had stimulated "Huanhuan"'s consciousness. If they continued, there might be hope for her to wake up.

They cried with joy. In the next half month, they sang Happy Birthday in front of "Huan Huan"'s hospital bed every day. For fear that the recording was not enough, they rushed over to sing it themselves when they had time. They only played the recording when they were really desperate.

As of today, both of their voices are completely hoarse, and their throats hurt when they speak and swallow.

However, the situation that day seemed to be their hallucination, and they never saw the girl on the hospital bed move again.

The middle-aged woman and the middle-aged man looked at each other and twitched the corners of their mouths with difficulty. Then the middle-aged man who was standing in front of the hospital bed stood up and left. The middle-aged woman sat where he had just sat.

As she did every time she arrived, she reached out to tuck "Huanhuan"'s quilt, trimmed "Huanhuan's" hair twice, then lowered her head, preparing to kiss "Huanhuan" on the cheek.

Suddenly, her movements stopped, and she noticed that "Huanhuan"'s lips moved twice, as if she said something, but the voice was too low for her to hear clearly.

She forced down her inner excitement, held the edge of the bed with her trembling hands, carefully lowered her head, and put her ear close to "Huanhuan"'s lips.

Ignoring the pain in her voice that was tearing apart and her still trembling body, she tried her best to make her hoarse voice soft and gentle, and whispered:
"Huanhuan? Do you have something to say to your mother? Can you say it again?"

At the same time, tears streamed down her face and fell on the quilt.

(End of this chapter)