Mystery: Lucky One

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Amon…

A familiar name popped into Alice's mind. She looked down at the Time Worm that was still wriggling and crawling on her palm, as well as the Time Worms that were densely packed around it, and couldn't help but frowning.

So disgusting... How could He come up with this kind of scene... Should I cooperate?
After a brief moment of confusion, Alice recalled how she had behaved when she had seen Amon before, closed her eyes, and uttered a sharp voice:
"Help ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

She only had time to scream halfway before she felt a sense of falling, as if she had fallen from a high altitude to the ground. When she opened her eyes, she saw the familiar ceiling in front of her.

...Where is Amon?

The first face she saw was not Amon's. Alice felt it was a little strange. She subconsciously sat up from the bed, looked around, and finally found a crow with white circles around its eyes on the windowsill.

Why doesn't He become like other crows with white fur and black around the eyes? A white crow, how cool is that...eh? !!!
A strange thought flashed through his mind, and seemed to have successfully led the other person in the room astray. The crow on the windowsill really turned into white feathers with black eye circles.

Alice opened her mouth in surprise, and after a moment's silence she asked:
"In that case, why don't you try rainbow colors, gradient colors, fluorescent colors..."

The sound stopped here, her vocal cords were still vibrating, but her voice disappeared.

...? !

Alice stared at the white crow on the windowsill with wide eyes, her expression full of anger.

But he was a crow and seemed too lazy to pay attention to her. He flapped his wings and flew out of the window. Alice climbed out of bed and ran to the window. In the process, she changed the appearance of her pajamas in a ritualistic manner, and then she lay on the windowsill and looked out.

Hey, human... help! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Alice watched in horror as a man wearing a monocle crouched down next to her and looked out the window with her.

She swallowed, turned her head and asked politely: "How many of you are here now... Hey, can I speak now?"

"Hmm," Amon ignored her question and lowered his head to think seriously, "It shouldn't be as many as in your dream."

In a dream... ?
"How many were there in the dream?" Alice asked calmly.

"345726." Amon replied calmly.

Alice turned her head in surprise, not understanding the earthquake sound and asked:
"Why did you really count?"

"Because," Amon turned his head and gave her a gentle smile, "I thought you would like to know."

In Alice's blank eyes, Amon pushed his monocle and said with a smile:

"Look, you want to taste the 'worm of time', didn't I prepare a luxurious 'worm of time' meal for you?

"You didn't even taste it carefully, it's really... I'm so disappointed.

"Do you think that using dreams is not sincere enough?"

Facing Amon's sincere smile, Alice shuddered and replied with a smile and tone as sincere as Amon's:

"How could that be? We are good friends! I will be happy with anything you give me!
"And I remember that the 'Time Worm' is used to form your clone, right? The clone is also your body. How could I covet my good friend's body!
"Why does this sentence sound a bit strange?"

Alice blinked twice belatedly, suddenly realizing that this sentence was not usually used in this situation.

Ah, this... Alice glanced at Amon, who didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said, and quickly changed the subject:
"Do you have something to ask me? Or are you just passing by?" "Really? You'll be happy with anything I give you..." Amon glanced at Alice with a smile, but his first sentence was not to answer her question, "Then I have to give you a big gift."

...?
Alice froze in place for two seconds before reciting Klein's lines: "As long as the thought is there, it's good enough! The gift isn't important!"

After a pause, she lowered her head and asked, "So, where are you coming to...?"

Amon looked down at her for a few seconds, then without saying a word, he smiled and extended a hand to her.

...What is this for?
Alice thought about it, put her hand on it, and asked doubtfully:
"What do you want to do?"

Amon's eyes deepened for a moment, and then, still with that nonchalant smile, he grabbed Alice and disappeared without saying a word.

When her body fell back into the real world, Alice subconsciously looked around and asked:
"This is where?"

No one answered her. Alice closed her eyes and concentrated her mind, but still noticed nothing.

She opened her eyes in confusion and observed her situation.

The first thing she noticed was that she was sitting in a coffin.

The coffin was empty and dark black, and the lid was not closed - well, as it should be.

Alice continued to look around and found that the coffin was placed on a black base. She lay down on the coffin and found a portrait.

The painting had been carefully framed, and the image was very similar to the one she had given to Amon, but not exactly the same.

The female image, the comic style, the white wizard robe, the familiar monocle and the playful smile together make up the picture.

But the biggest difference is that this painting is much more vivid than the cartoon that Alice gave to Amon. The Amon in the painting seems to be alive...well...maybe not alive.

Alice was shocked by this. After hesitating for a moment, she waved to Amon in the painting and greeted him tentatively:
"Hi?"

No one responded to her, and the portrait didn't even bother to blink.

Regardless of whether the portrait was of Amon or not, Alice decided to assume it was not and continued to observe the conditions in the tombs.

There were candles burning on the walls of the tomb as a light source. Alice stared at the candles for a while and found that although the candles were burning, the flames seemed fake. She watched for a long time but did not see the candles shorten or shed tears.

This was undoubtedly the work of an extraordinary ability. Alice was not interested. She looked away and observed her surroundings with the help of the candlelight.

The tomb was very new. Alice guessed that this should be the same technique as the candles on the wall. Maybe it was time, maybe it was fate, or maybe it was just an illusion. Alice was not interested in it.

When Alice realized that this was a tomb, she understood why Amon brought her here.

She once suggested to Amon that she wanted to lure Sylvia over, and let Amon hide in the coffin and suddenly get up, and she also paid Amon for the performance fee.

Alice guessed that this was probably a disguised mausoleum, and she...she might be Amon in the coffin now.

What did Amon do? (End of this chapter)