Mystery: Lucky One

Alice didn't think too much about the meaning of those words. Of course, there was no need to think about it. Some of the answers were obvious, but the specific details needed to be explored.

Besides, my own affairs are still a mess, what does what happens to Adam have to do with me... Alice muttered irresponsibly in her heart, but looked at herself in the mirror and fell into deep thought.

"Consider me as a part of your life..." Alice reached out to touch the mirror, aligned the tips of each finger with herself in the mirror, and then slowly pressed her palm down, "Why do I feel like He is sticking to me?"

The girl in the mirror had the same confused look as the girl outside the mirror, and she did not suddenly reveal a mysterious smile like Song Shu.

Alice felt inexplicably disappointed. She withdrew her hand, took out the "Iron-Blooded Knight Tastes Really Good" that she had put down before, and went out to the "Brave Bar".

As soon as she walked out the door, she attracted the attention of many passers-by. Alice hesitated for a few seconds before realizing that it was because of her clothes.

"School uniforms have become strange clothes here..." Alice muttered to herself while looking for a carriage.

Although it’s not impossible to teleport there, but humans should look like humans... Hey, why does it sound like students should look like students?
Alice shook her head, threw this terrible thought out of her mind, and got on the carriage.

……

"Where's the 'old man'?" Inside the Brave Bar, Alice ignored the looks on her "strange attire" and walked straight to the bar.

The bartender was still the familiar bartender. He looked Alice up and down at her outfit, his eyes full of hesitation.

Alice thought for a moment, stretched out her hand and waved it twice in front of his eyes, and asked, "Did you hear that?"

"...Is this a popular style somewhere?" the bartender couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, yes," Alice replied seriously, "this is the prison uniform in my hometown. Many people like to wear it."

"Ah?" The bartender's eyes became confused.

"Especially underage children would wear this," Alice added.

"Ah?" The bartender's expression gradually became one of doubt about life.

"So, where is the 'old man'?" Alice looked at the bartender with pity and decided to let him go for the time being and not continue to fool him.

The bartender was a little slow to react to the topic and paused for a moment before answering, "Yes, in the card room No. 1."

Alice looked at the bartender and blinked twice.

The bartender looked back at her blankly. A few seconds later, Alice was the first to ask, "Where is Card Room No. 1?"

The bartender subconsciously pointed to a room, and Alice walked over without looking back and knocked on the door twice.

"Come in." She heard a hoarse voice.

Alice pushed the door open and walked in. Ian, wearing a long windbreaker and a fake beard, was sitting at a table fiddling with a deck of cards. He looked at Alice with surprise.

Why is he surprised? He's not afraid of me... oh wait, he hasn't seen me in my true form!

Alice suddenly realized what was going on, then locked the door and sealed the room with her spiritual power.

Although he could not detect any spiritual fluctuations, Alice's action of locking the door still aroused Ian's vigilance. He clenched the playing cards in his hand, stood up, and looked at Alice vigilantly.

"Why aren't you playing cards in the billiard room?" Alice tried to identify herself in one sentence. "Don't you think that feels special now?"

Alice walked towards Ian as she spoke, and when she finished speaking, she was standing in front of the table and watched Ian fall back to his seat.

"Have you told my secret to anyone else?" Alice blinked, dragged the chair next to her and sat down without any hesitation, then asked.

Ian shook his head quickly and vigorously. It would be easy to sprain his neck if he was so strong... Alice touched her chin, pushed out the five pages of "The Iron Knight Tastes Really Good", and asked with a smile:

"You know what to do, right?"

Ian took the diary and nodded vigorously twice. Then there was a "click" sound and he really twisted his neck.

"Does it hurt?" Alice asked softly.

At a certain moment, Ian thought of his predecessor, Caspers, who suffocated himself to death with a quilt.

With examples like this, and the impression Alice left on him, Ian did not consider the possibility that this was an accident. His experience of coming out of the bottom made him directly regard this as a threat.

This realization made Ian calmer. He realized that Alice did not kill him directly, but stopped at threatening him.

This means that Alice has a purpose she wants to achieve through him, and it also means that he still has a chance to survive.

Ian raised half of his face with difficulty, exposing his pale upper face to Alice, and then asked:

"You, what do you want me to do?"

There was undisguised pain in his voice.

Alice tilted her head, suddenly realizing that Ian had misunderstood her.

Actually, I didn’t intend to threaten him… Alice blinked and simply went on with Ian’s misunderstanding:
"I'm so worried that you might reveal my secret someday... Well, what do you think I should do?"

Ian froze for a few seconds before saying, "I know people like you have ways of making people keep secrets..."

"But why would I do this?" Alice tilted her head. "It's easier for the dead to keep secrets, and it doesn't cost anything, right?"

I need to convince her... Ian realized this, he calmed himself down and organized his words:
“I can help you sell Roselle’s notes.

“Even if I die, new merchants will appear here. If you plan to continue selling Roselle’s notes here, you will have to face new merchants again.

“Even if you sell Roselle’s notes through other channels, you still have to communicate with new merchants, and they may still leak your secrets…”

Hearing this, Alice finally couldn't help but interrupt Ian:

"But killing people is not difficult...

"Since we've spent so much effort to prevent you from leaking the secret, wouldn't it be a permanent solution if we just killed you all?"

Ian's face turned terribly pale, with a dense layer of cold sweat on his forehead, but he still tried to persuade:

"This will put you at greater risk of exposure..."

"Are you threatening me?" Alice tilted her head.

Ian suddenly felt a strong sense of powerlessness. His hands loosened weakly, and the deck of cards that he had destroyed beyond recognition scattered onto the table.

Alice blinked twice and suddenly smiled:

"Let's take a gamble?

"If you win, I'll let you go. How about that?" (End of this chapter)