Mystery: Lucky One

Alice entered the church as quietly as she could, sat down and prayed quietly.

After a while, she couldn't bear it and opened her eyes, turned to the side and said, "If you look at me like that again, I will think you like my skirt."

After all, you seem to have expressed your intention to wear women's clothing before... Alice endured it again and again, but still did not say this teasing sentence.

Leonard was silent for a moment, looked at Alice and declared: "I have no such idea."

"That's your friend?" Alice looked at him doubtfully.

These familiar words made Leonard dazzled, his eyes became a little heavier, and Alice was shocked to realize that she seemed to have inadvertently reenacted a scene from the past.

In order to prevent the matter from revealing her identity further, Alice took the initiative to change the subject: "What exactly do you want to ask?"

Leonard frowned and looked at the monocle pinned to her clothes, and spit out a name: "Amon."

Alice stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly laughed, stretched out her hand to put the monocle on her right eye, and imitated Amon's joking tone and asked: "Do you want to ask, or does your friend want to ask?" ask?"

Leonard was silent for a while and then said: "He said your acting is nothing like it."

Alice's eyes widened, and she almost subconsciously wanted to question. Then she remembered that she was in a church, and she reluctantly lowered her voice and asked, "What's different!"

After another moment of silence, Alice heard an answer that made her even more excited: "He said Amon was not that weak, nor that stupid."

Alice's smile disappeared. After she stared at Leonard for a while, her smile suddenly became bright again:
“You say, how about I give the guy that’s attached to you to Amon as a gift in return?
"If I guess correctly, that should be an angel with the 'Stealer' path, right?"

The atmosphere suddenly calmed down, and neither Leonard nor his unnamed friend spoke anymore. Alice then took off her glasses, got up and left the church.

After walking out of the church door, Alice murmured: "Oh, I walked too fast. I should have asked Amon what kind of gift he might like in return..."

——After all, we can’t really sell Leonard.

Alice sighed and thought about this painful question as she walked home.

Amon...stealer...wrong...wrong!
Alice patted her head and remembered something: "I remember that 'error' comes from the English word 'bug'... How about I give Amon a 3500-word word..."

While talking to herself, Alice searched for the words she remembered in her mind, and was surprised to find that she only remembered the first one - abandon, to give up.

Alice sighed and rejected this choice:

"Sure enough, I started memorizing words from abandon... This doesn't work, let's change it to another one, what should I change it to...

"How about considering his father... uh... Amon's father... uh... did Song Shu say that Amon has nine fathers in total..."

Alice briefly regretted not asking who the nine fathers were, but she quickly interrupted this dangerous thought - she was sure that doing so would really anger Amon.

...So what exactly are you giving?

Alice returned home in pain and continued to struggle with her return gift to Amon.

This time it's not because it's rude not to return the gift, but... Amondu came here specifically to tell her that she can use the sacrificial ceremony to give things. If she doesn't, she will be found!

After lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling for half an hour, Alice sat up suddenly and decided to do something to change her mood. Alice got into the study, dug out the copy of "The Witch Tastes So Good" that she had not taken out, copied five more copies, kept the original copy as a manuscript, and went out with the remaining five copies.

Stepping into the Brave Bar, Alice saw the familiar bartender, who was wiping his glass. After Alice knocked on the bar twice, he raised his head and showed a somewhat surprised look.

"I'm looking for Caspars," Alice said to him.

The bartender's eyes became even more surprised, and he said in surprise: "Kaspars is dead."

Alice's eyes widened in surprise.

The bartender glanced at Alice's expression and then added:
"It is said that when I went to bed at night, I was not careful, wrapped myself too tightly, and covered myself to death... I don't believe that this kind of thing can happen. I have only heard of similar situations in ghost stories, but those black and white That's what the dog said.

"This was a long time ago."

Alice took a deep breath and immediately realized that Caspars was most likely an ordinary person who was involved in the struggle between extraordinary people and accidentally injured.

No, it could also be to vent her anger... Alice's eyes dimmed, thinking of the coachman and ice cream vendor who were accidentally injured when they first met Velma who was pregnant with Will Asceptin, the gambler and the gambler who lost their minds in the casino that day. That Warren who was so happy, and that unlucky passerby yesterday.

In fact, there is also... the ice cream stall owner who was parasitized by Amon... In front of the extraordinary, the life of a mortal is as fragile as a piece of paper.

An inexplicable emotion struggled in Alice's heart, but fell back before Alice could figure out what it was. Alice blinked blankly, feeling a little empty in her heart.

She shook her head, ignored the discomfort, pursed her lips and asked, "So, are there any new merchants?"

"'Old man'," the bartender who received no response lowered his head and continued wiping his glass, "is in the billiards room No. 3."

So Alice walked to Billiard Room No. 3 and knocked on the ajar door.

"Come in." A deliberately lowered voice sounded.

This voice doesn't sound "old man" at all... Alice muttered as she pushed the door open and entered.

Standing next to the table was a young boy. Alice wondered if the boy was older than her. In order to appear mature, the boy had a pair of mustaches glued to his mouth, but his youthful skin was exposed.

This child was wearing an old coat, a brown round hat, and a pair of bright red eyes, which reminded Alice subconsciously of Mr. Moon at the Tarot Club, that silly-looking vampire.

"'Old man'?" Alice closed the door behind her back and asked in a questioning tone.

The child pretended to be calm and said:

"what are you looking for?
"Weapons or intelligence are fine."

Frankly speaking, his acting skills are much more mature than Alice's. After all, he is a child who has been living on the streets all year round, but Alice has always been sensitive to other people's emotions, and what she just said successfully made the child nervous.

Alice stared at the boy for a moment and then asked:

"intelligence.

"I want to know if you are older than me?" (End of Chapter)