Mystery: Lucky

Alice returned home without knowing anything and lay down on the bed, but she did not try to sleep. Instead, she stared at the ceiling with her eyes open and began to think.

What exactly was wrong?

It started from the moment she stepped out of Charlie King's house.

The monster that emerged from the depths of darkness... a very tiny monster that seemed to be everywhere.

After escaping, the feeling of uneasiness still did not disappear.

Sitting in the carriage, I suddenly felt at ease.

And the words of the coachman...

Playing cards with myself.

The "fight against evil" that has been circulating recently.

The place where I live is very remote and there are few people.

Pulling a carriage is a hobby.

And the action of reaching out and pressing the right eye socket at the end...

A familiar voice echoed in my mind.

…

“Don’t think that the ‘wrong’ path sounds very high-sounding… In fact, it’s just a thief and a liar.”

“A thief and a liar?”

“Yes, from stealing money at the beginning to stealing thoughts, memories, abilities, destiny, and status later… From deceiving people at the beginning to deceiving the laws of nature later… To put it bluntly, it’s just a thief and a liar!”

…

A thief and a liar?

Recalling Song Shu’s description, Alice’s eyes became terrified little by little—He can steal thoughts and memories, so can he… steal her anxiety?

Alice jumped up and rushed out the door. The street in front of the door was empty and silent. Only Evelyn, who happened to return, greeted her: “… Good morning?”

“… Good morning.” Alice nodded, retreated into the room and closed the door.

Recalling her experiences along the way, Alice came to a conclusion: Even if it was really Amon, she should still be interesting in his eyes now, and he has no intention of killing her.

As for how the other party found her... Is there any need to ask such a question! There is an Amon next to the little sun in Silver City!

Alice thought seriously about what to do if this is really Amon, and finally decided to talk about it later.

She slept well in bed this morning, then went out to have a pleasant lunch, and then bought an ice cream at a familiar stall.

The boss skillfully made an ice cream and handed it to Alice. Alice took it and licked it, frowning slightly.

"What's wrong?" The boss asked, looking at her frowning eyebrows.

Alice licked the ice cream again, then frowned and answered uncertainly: "I always feel that the taste is not the same as before..."

"What's different?" The boss asked curiously.

"Maybe..." Alice hesitated and answered, "Maybe it's not as delicious as before?"

The boss looked at Alice in surprise and said, "How could it be?"

Alice shook her head and said, "I don't know... Maybe it's an illusion?"

After that, Alice shrugged and left with the ice cream.

Behind her, the owner of the stall made another ice cream and licked it like Alice.

He frowned, reached out and pressed his right eye socket, took out a monocle from somewhere, put it on his right eye, and then made another ice cream and licked it again.

Finally, he frowned, put down the ice cream, and walked away thoughtfully.

On the other side, Alice, who had returned home, started a video call with Mr. Fool, who had forgotten her.

Mr. Fool, who could not figure out what the problem was with the extraordinary feature no matter what, asked impatiently: "What's the problem with that extraordinary feature?"

Alice realized that Klein probably misunderstood why she gave him the extraordinary feature, and she pinched her eyebrows helplessly and replied: "No problem."

"?" Klein showed an expression that said you'd better give me an explanation.

"...Maybe it's not the extraordinary feature that has a problem, but me." Alice replied after pondering.

"What do you mean?" Klein frowned.

"Hmm..." Alice didn't say anything, and motioned Klein to take the extraordinary characteristics out of the pile of junk.

Klein took the extraordinary characteristics out of the pile of junk in confusion, looked at Alice and wanted to say something, but saw her expression.

——It was obsessive and eager.

"Alice?" Klein called out tentatively.

He saw Alice's eyes waver for a moment, but in the end they did not move away from the gold coin.

"Alice!" Klein couldn't help but shout loudly.

"... I'm here." Alice replied.

She finally woke up, but not completely. Her eyes still fell on the gold coin from time to time, and her eyes were still surging with indelible obsession and desire.

Klein opened his mouth, wanting to remind her something, but Alice had already closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, pressing her fingers hard on the table, and said with the remaining strength:

"Quick, put it back."

Klein obediently put the gold coin back, frowned at Alice and asked: "What are you doing...?"

Alice opened her eyes, supported her forehead with one hand, and made a "hush" gesture with the other hand and said to Klein: "Hush, let me think about it."

Klein then fell silent.

Alice supported her head and recalled.

When she was at Charlie King's house, she forced herself to look away as soon as she felt the attraction, and did not dare to recall or explore what attracted her.

Above the gray fog with Klein watching, she could finally relax and explore the secret behind that attraction.

The extraordinary characteristics of the original "lucky man" in the memory exude an alluring luster.

In the potion of "Disaster Priest", she saw the rolling waves.

And "Winner"... In the extraordinary characteristics of "Winner", she finally saw clearly the whole picture of the things that had always attracted her.

That's a river.

It is beautiful and dreamy. Starting from the invisible source, it divides into countless tributaries. Dreamy waves surge out from the invisible source, surge up, submerge each tributary, and turn them back into the main trunk. part.

Then, the waves continue to advance, flooding the next section of the river's tributaries, and this section becomes a river with countless tributaries again.

What was flowing in the river was not water, but the same blurry and dreamy waves as before.

She longed to be close to the river.

Alice opened her eyes, looked at Klein, and said in an ethereal voice: "I am longing for it, them, or something related to them."

Klein was slightly startled.

Recalling the appearance of the river and her own experiences, Alice finally made a conclusion:

“Maybe I’m longing for destiny itself.

"Perhaps it is fate itself that longs for me.

"Or maybe we are one...

"Who knows?"