Mystery: Lucky One

Chapter 37 Chapter 1 The Meeting of Three Dead Men

Am I... dead?

Alice felt like she was in a sealed box, surrounded by lightless, airtight darkness, and something was tightly attached to her body, leaving no gap.

She tried to move, but the things around her wrapped her very tightly. No matter how hard she tried, it was of no avail. She tried hard, tried hard, wanted to roll, roll gently, and just turn over quietly... Turn over?

She is... who is she?

The surrounding darkness seemed to have a soul for an instant, and brilliant colors spread from one point to the entire picture. Alice saw a quill pen writing.

No ink, no master, this is... 0-08.

A pale hand holds the quill from behind, and the picture moves along the hand. This man is wearing a double-breasted pure black clergy robe. His lips are pursed, the bridge of his nose is high, and his facial features are like classical sculptures. A hint of wrinkle. He was blind in one eye, and the remaining pupil was a very deep blue, almost a deep black. His hair is dark blond and he wears a soft hat...

He's Ince Zangwill!

The moment she recognized the person who killed her, Alice finally remembered who she was, and the surrounding scenes faded away like a tide - just when everything was about to be completely broken, it was bridged together by a strange force.

Alice saw a shimmering kingdom in the distance - perhaps a kingdom.

Moon flower, sleep flower, night vanilla...

Alice, who recognized several familiar herbs, tentatively said, "Goddess?"

No one answered.

Alice tentatively took a few steps forward. She was neither closer nor further away from the shimmering country.

Stopping again, Alice tried again: "Goddess? Did...did you save me?"

In the silent darkness, Alice heard a soft, distant sigh.

"Do you really not know what's happening to you?"

Alice stood there confused.

"There is an unknown existence that has erased the existence of the original owner of this body from its destiny and inserted your destiny into it."

Alice froze in place. The purpose of the goddess who didn't want to show her face seemed not to get her answer or observe her expression. After she finished speaking, the dream suddenly shattered, leaving her no room to think.

Alice returned to the airtight, lightless darkness - that's not right, this time it was not wrapped as tightly as before, this should be a rectangular box... Speaking of which, it was wrapped so tightly before, why didn't she feel suffocated? Coming?

The question that was destined to be unanswered popped up in Alice's mind. She dismissed the question and recalled the last scene of her being "killed" in her memory. She realized that she was most likely in a coffin.

So, Alice moved her body a few times and stretched her hand towards the coffin board.

……

Raphael Cemetery at night.

Azik, who had a bronze complexion, held a bouquet of white flowers and stood in front of Klein's grave. He did not speak for a long time. Just when he was about to say something, his eyes and movements suddenly stopped. ——In another tomb next to Klein's tomb, the tomb of Alice Kingsley, the stone slab sealing the tomb was flipped, and then, a rather healthy-looking hand belonging to a girl stretched out from inside.

Not a living corpse, not a monster, but a living person who is breathing, has a heartbeat, and is quite healthy...

Realizing this, Azik stopped where he was and watched the owner of the hand push away the tombstone and climb out of the grave. Then he noticed him standing next to him and said hello hesitantly: "Hi?"

After saying hello to the stranger who was being disturbed while sweeping the grave but not getting a response, Alice quietly turned on her spiritual vision to observe the other person's condition. After confirming that the other person was not frightened and failed to respond, and was even quite calm, she decided to continue. own things.

So, in this weird silence, Alice climbed out of the grave in front of a stranger, wiped the soil off her body, checked whether her clothes were intact and whether there were any wounds on her body, and then buried the coffin. Go back and restore the tomb.

"Fortunately, cremation is not popular in this era..." Alice muttered quietly, raised her head after processing everything, and planned to say something to this person, but then she stopped again.

——A pale hand stretched out from the grave belonging to Klein in front of the stranger.

So they fell into silence, watching their mutual friend crawl out of the grave and join in the awkward meeting.

Klein: "?"

Azik: "?"

Alice: "Well... how about you bury the coffin back first, and then we change places?"

They suddenly realized that it was not a good idea for three dead people to chat in the cemetery. They might be discovered by the Nighthawks at any time.

Therefore, Klein worked hard to restore his grave to its original state despite the wounds that had not yet fully healed. Then the three dead men left the scene of the crime and found a safer place.

This awkward meeting diluted their originally brewing sadness. The three of them looked at each other. Finally, Mr. Azik, who was the most experienced in this kind of thing, took the lead and said, "What are you going to do?"

"...In this era, cremation is promoted?" Alice asked hesitantly, not understanding what Mr. Azik was asking.

"..." Klein reached out and pinched his eyebrows, and had to introduce the two of them aloud, "Alice, this is Mr. Azik, my teacher. Mr. Azik, this is Alice, this is me. A...colleague and a very good friend.”

"Hello?" Alice blinked twice.

"Hello," Mr. Azik nodded, "Have you ever thought about where to go next? Have you ever thought about what kind of identity and face you will act as? You know, to other people, you two have already Dead."

Alice suddenly realized that she finally realized the real focus of the matter, so Alice, who had no experience in this matter, looked at Klein.

"...I don't know." Klein's eyes were filled with confusion. After all, he had not seen the last of Ince Zangwill and was still confused about everything.

"Can I ask you something?" Alice turned her head and looked at Mr. Azik. Seeing him nodding, she continued, "How are the other Nighthawks?"

"They are all alive." Mr. Azik gave a short answer, which made Klein and Alice feel relieved.

"Thank you," Alice said aloud. "You mean, we need new identities and faces, right?"

(End of this chapter)