Mystery: Lucky One

Chapter 199 Chapter73 The Secret of the Monocle

Velma returned home with the ice cream.

She didn't seem to notice anything was wrong, so she changed her shoes, took off her coat, and sat on the sofa to try some ice cream.

She scooped up a spoonful and put it into her mouth. Then, as if she remembered something, she put the ice cream on the coffee table without even taking a bite, stood up and walked to the bedroom.

"Oh, I knew I left it here!" Velma picked up a bracelet from the bedside table and breathed a sigh of relief.

After putting away the bracelet, Velma returned to the living room and immediately saw the ice cream on the coffee table. She was about to walk over to continue her previous plan when suddenly, she covered her belly.

She frowned and entered the bathroom, closed the door, and lingered in there for nearly twenty minutes before coming out. She saw the ice cream on the coffee table again and wanted to walk over.

At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open, and in came Alan, who had just gotten off work.

Allen said hello to her, took off his coat and shoes, and saw the ice cream on the coffee table.

"This is...?" Allen asked.

Velma smiled and nodded.

How in the world can there be spicy ice cream? Who came up with the idea?

……

"No problem, but there is a problem," the voice still sounded a little frustrated, "You will know after you take a taste."

When she woke up in bed, Alice couldn't help but sigh that Amon was so kind.

Allen pondered for a moment, then came to the living room, picked up the cup of ice cream, scooped up a spoonful and put it into his mouth.

The person who made the ice cream was very skillful. A beautiful spiral formed on the top of the ice cream, and the pink strawberry jam was poured evenly from top to bottom. Although the shape was a little damaged after scooping out a scoop, it was still very tempting.

Velma nodded, so Allen helped her into the bedroom, and after helping her lie down, he said to her: "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Throw that ice cream away!"

As she spoke, she walked towards the coffee table and bent down to pick up the ice cream. Suddenly, she frowned, covered her belly, and let out a soft breath.

Allen, who has long been accustomed to this scene, asked: "Is there something wrong with that cup of ice cream?"

Before Allen could respond, the scene in the mirror disappeared, and the bathroom was quiet, as if nothing had happened.

The answer seems obvious - after all, the last time he showed this expression was because he drank a cup of coffee with unknown ingredients.

Allen looked at the mirror, and sure enough, a silver baby in a black stroller appeared inside.

Velma thought of the ice cream as soon as she saw it. She smiled and responded: "Oh, I bought this on the way back and forgot to eat it."

Allen quickly stepped forward to help Velma, glanced at the cup of ice cream without leaving any trace, and then asked with concern: "What's wrong? Can I help you take a rest?"

His expression instantly became distorted, and he looked at the ice cream in his hand incomprehensibly.

So Allen left the room without any abnormality and entered the bathroom. Almost as soon as he closed the door, he heard an angry voice:

He actually remembered to send her home! It's not like throwing it on the ground!
Alice was moved and decided to start believing from today... Well, forget it, it's too scary.

Alice gave up a certain dangerous idea and got up from the bed to go out and find out what time it was today.

She got up from the bed, pulled off the wrinkled clothes on her body, and decided to change her clothes first. After changing her clothes, Alice carried the changed clothes with her left hand and put her hand on the door handle, ready to open... huh? ? ?

Where's the door handle? !
Alice stared at the door where the doorknob had turned into an empty hole, lost in thought.

After pondering for a moment, Alice threw her clothes on the bed, squatted down, put her eyes on the round hole and looked out.

What disappoints her is that no one looks at her outside the door, and there are no fantastic and magnificent scenes. There is only the living room that she is all too familiar with.

Alice stood up in disappointment, opened the door, looked at the familiar living room, and sighed heavily.

Needless to say, this must be a good thing Amon did.

From the date of the newspaper in her mailbox, Alice confirmed that it was Saturday.

Alice carried the newspaper and letter back to the room, touched her belly, and decided to eat something first.

As two of Alice's favorite foods in the world, Dixie pie and sweet ice tea are undoubtedly the best partners. In Alice's impression, they always appear together.

When you take a bite of Dishi pie, the rich meaty aroma and juice will flow into your mouth, whetting your appetite. At this time, take a sip of sweet ice tea, and the refreshing sweetness will dispel the greasy feeling caused by the meat juice. , bringing a wonderful dining experience.

Alice smelled the aroma and found Dixie pie and sweet ice tea, bought them happily, and then couldn't wait to take a bite.

She was lost in thought.

Her sense of taste... seemed to be gone.

Alice closed her eyes and took a deep breath, the rich fragrance lingering on her nose.

She took another bite. She could feel the grainy minced meat, the splashing juices, and the outer layer of cake, but she couldn't taste anything.

Alice took a sip of the sweet iced tea, and the slightly cool liquid slid through her mouth, along her throat and into her esophagus, flowing down without leaking any taste.

Standing on the street, Alice's eyes became blank. She subconsciously reached out and pushed the monocle on her right eye, but found that there was no push.

Ok?
Alice reached out again and pushed the monocle very hard, but still no push.

Alice was lost in thought.

Thinking of the missing doorknob on the bedroom door, I realized that this was definitely Amon's doing.

...So what should she do? !
Alice chewed a few sloppy bites, and after deeply realizing how horrible it was to eat food without taste, she began to confirm what it was that she had disappeared.

After tasting the five flavors of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, Alice finally understood - spicy food is indeed a kind of pain.

This did not help Alice solve the problem. She reached out and tugged hard on the two monocles that were motionless. She realized that if the cause of the current situation was the side effects of the monocle, then this matter might not be easy to solve.

After placing the very dangerous-sounding choice "Pray to Amon" at the end of all choices, Alice pondered for a moment and decided to go home and reply to the letter first.

...If she doesn’t reply to her letter, Evelin might really come to her door.

After replying to the letter, Alice, who was very sure that this had something to do with the monocle that could not be taken off, tried to divine the effect of the monocle.

Divination gave the answer. While improving her stealing skills, this monocle took away her sense of taste as a price.

It's an innocuous side effect, but the monocle has a strange curse attached to it - it cannot be removed or moved while it is worn.

(End of this chapter)