Mystery: Lucky

Alice didn't make it to the underground market - she was called to help.

Last night, Tris entered the underground market to buy materials. After being discovered, he fled all the way to the lower street of Iron Cross Street. The Punishers searched Tris's temporary residence on this street, but the clues were cut off there.

"So, why me? Isn't there anyone on the Punisher side who can track him?" Alice·Don't Want to Go to Work·Kingsley complained unsatisfiedly.

"The Mechanical Heart has a senior secret peeper. I even suspect that he has been promoted to Sequence 8, but in terms of divination, maybe you have more advantages, and your dream..."

Dunn explained, but Alice felt that the main reason for this matter was still the dream she had. Maybe after hearing about this, the Punishers thought it would be better to let her go to the scene?

Alice reluctantly followed Dunn to the lower street of Iron Cross Street. After handing over to the Punisher team, she entered Tris's temporary residence alone.

This temporary residence looked ordinary - meaning that no personal belongings could be found. That's right. If there was any, the Punishers would have taken it away long ago.

Alice walked around the room and found nothing. She decided to do a dream divination to deal with it.

"Anyway, there won't be any real results... What should I write?"

Alice touched her chin, wrote down "Triss's way to leave here" and repeated it several times. After making sure she remembered it, she started the dream divination.

Her consciousness fell into the dream, and she saw a slender figure in a dark black dress flashing in the dream for a moment, and then it shattered and disappeared as if the signal was bad... Huh? !

Alice's eyes widened. She took out a copper coin, silently said "Triss has become Triss" seven times, and then gently tossed it up, and then watched the coin roll and fall.

It was the king's head.

Alice wrote "Triss's current location" expressionlessly and tried to enter the dream divination - and then she was ruthlessly sent out.

"Someone interfered with the divination? Why didn't we do it before... Is it because we just discovered it?" Alice blinked in confusion and decided to do the last divination.

She wrote "The reason why Tris became Triss" on the paper and then fell into a dream.

Alice saw a "book" handed from a woman to a man. The "book" had an old and mottled bronze shell, and a strange star-shaped lock was hung next to it. The bronze shell was written with - witch.

"..." Alice was so shocked that she didn't know what expression to make. She could only pack up her things in a seemingly calm manner and then walked downstairs absent-mindedly.

"Don't worry if there is no result. I asked you to come just to try your luck." Dunn obviously misunderstood Alice's expression.

Alice sighed weakly and shook her head. She did not respond to Dunn, but turned her head to look at the Punishers: "I failed to divine her location... The divination was disturbed."

The Punishers showed a clear expression. These angry people obviously did not realize the difference between "she" and "he".

"But maybe you need to change a new wanted order," Alice added expressionlessly, "Triss has become a witch now."

"?" The Punishers were full of question marks.

Seeing the expressions of the Punishers, Alice was very satisfied and felt that her heart, which was hurt upstairs, was healed: "I need to prepare a ritual to draw a portrait of Triss... Captain, do you have the materials?"

"I..." Dunn was interrupted.

The Punishers, who finally sorted out the mess in their brains, couldn't help but speak first: "No, wait, what does witch mean?"

"The potion of sequence 7 of the assassin's path is called witch," Alice sighed helplessly and answered patiently, "Tris took the witch potion and became the witch Triss... Do you understand what I said?"

"In other words, he is now a woman?" The Punishers showed unbelievable and incomprehensible expressions at the same time.

"It's her." Alice corrected their words, although it didn't change anything.

After confirming that they were not hallucinating, the expressions of the Punishers seemed to be full of indescribable tastes. The calmest person here was probably Dunn - I don't know if he was really calm or didn't know what expression to make.

After drawing a portrait of Triss, Alice returned to the Blackthorn Security Company and greeted Leonard weakly.

"...What's wrong with you?" Leonard looked at Alice in surprise. After all, he had seen Alice like this several times in the past few days.

"Haha." Alice forced a smile, "Do you know what the next sequence of assassins and instigators is?"

"...What is it?" Leonard suddenly had a bad premonition.

"It's a witch." Alice returned to her expressionless look and verified this premonition for him.

"Ah?" As expected, Leonard also showed an expression of pig brain overload, "Then, if a man drank the potion..."

"Then he would become a witch." Alice gave the answer.

"...Let me sort it out," Leonard's expression looked very confused, "I remember you went to help find Tris..."

"Yes." Alice looked at him encouragingly and signaled him to continue with her eyes.

"He was an instigator before..." Leonard continued to speak under Alice's gaze, but his speech speed gradually slowed down. He always felt that Alice's encouraging eyes were malicious.

"Yes." Alice looked at him approvingly, hinting him to speak quickly with her eyes.

"So, Tris is now..." Leonard opened his mouth, but still didn't say the possibility that seemed absurd to him.

"When the Punisher copies the new wanted order and sends it over, you will see what the witch Tris looks like." Alice broke his last delusion.

"..." Leonard also left as if he had lost his soul, so only Alice was left in the hall.

What? You asked Alice why she stayed here? Well... She was going to tell the story of the instigator Tris and the witch Tris to everyone who could listen next.

So, today, the entire Blackthorn Security Company, except for Captain Dunn who looked as calm as ever, everyone who left the hall had the same lost expression on their faces.

Well, it's good news, there's one more sequence data for the church...

Once I start writing a paper, I find it particularly fun to write...