Mystery: Lucky

To run or to walk, that is the question.

No, this is actually not a problem. With high-sequence methods, it is unlikely that Amon would not have noticed me, and I would not be able to hide anywhere...

Thinking of Adam who greeted her in the prophetic dream, Alice was silent for a moment, turned the doorknob, and pushed the door open.

As expected, Amon was sinking into the sofa, looking towards the door with a smile. When he saw her opening the door, his smile became sincere: "Good afternoon?"

Alice subconsciously glanced at Amon's hair. Well, it was really as messy as a bird's nest.

...Obviously the hair style of the previous avatar was quite neat!

Alice closed the door without saying a word, locked it, then pressed her back against the door, staring at Amon warily.

At the same time, she was rapidly thinking about what Amon wanted to do.

Can't think of it, forget it, don't care.

Things are so strange sometimes. The next second this idea appeared, Alice continued to think hard.

What is Amon's purpose... Hey, why does he seem to be smiling more happily?

Forget it, never mind.

Alice blinked twice, unaware of the thought of "forget it, never mind" that she had lost and returned again.

Amon looked at Alice's vigilant look with interest, waved lazily and said, "Come here."

Alice was silent for a moment, then carefully and little by little began to move her body.

Amon looked at Ai Li who wished she could turn into a snail and pondered for a moment and asked:

"Weren't you very brave last time? Well... you were very brave when you wrote to me."

Alice was silent for two seconds, then shouted with a broken face: "I didn't expect you to express yourself here!"

"Wow," Amon looked at Alice in amazement, "You provoked me like that in the letter, but you weren't mentally prepared for me to come to your door?"

Alice looked up at the chandelier on the ceiling and began to calculate the trajectory of the chandelier according to Newton's laws.

"...What is this?" Amon, who stole a handful, fell into deep thought.

Alice turned her head and said sincerely:

"This is the possible movement trajectory of the chandelier assuming that there is a wind with a speed of 10m/s from the south direction, blowing the chandelier. However, since the quality of the chandelier is not clear..."

"Shut up." Amon's reply was concise.

Alice reached up and covered her mouth without hesitation.

"I don't understand," Amon looked at her with a puzzled look, "Did you study these things every day before?"

Alice was silent for a moment and replied:

"Then if I analyze the light and shadow, perspective, etc. of the chandelier here, or analyze the design ideas of the chandelier from the aspects of color, shape, etc..."

"Shut up." Amon replied without hesitation.

Alice covered her mouth again. After a few seconds, she couldn't help but put down her hand:

"No, I still think I should ask, even though you came uninvited and even came directly."

"What?" Amon asked doubtfully.

Alice asked ritually: "Coffee or tea?"

After a moment of silence, Alice heard Amon's answer: "...coffee bar."

So Alice finally no longer felt uncomfortable all over. She went to make coffee with natural movements, and then made a cup of coffee with a strange taste in a natural movement. She brought it to Amon and sat on the sofa opposite.

After Amon stared at the coffee for a while, he raised his head with a smile, looked at Alice, and asked in a gentle tone:

"Do you want to drink it yourself, or do you want me to drink it for you?"

Alice pondered for a moment and then asked: "But, aren't you curious about what a cup of coffee like this tastes like?"

Amon fell into thought.

Alice added:

“You see, what I put in it was completely random, and even I don’t know what this cup of coffee tastes like.

"If you drink it, you'll be the only person in the world who knows what it tastes like."

After Amon pondered for a moment, he raised his head and replied: "You almost convinced me."

Alice humbly asked for advice: "Then what's missing is...?"

Amon showed a gentle smile and said softly:

“I want to share the taste of it with you.

"Anyway, as long as you drink it, I can know its taste.

"So...please?"

While speaking, Amon even stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture very politely.

Alice pondered for a moment and then raised her head and replied: "No, I still think that such a good thing should be tasted in person to have a better feeling."

After a pause and meeting Amon's smiling face, Alice added: "But since the two of us are so humble to each other, I have a better idea."

"Oh?" Amon looked at Alice curiously, looking forward to what else she could do.

Then, the cup that held that cup of coffee might not be strong enough. It exploded with a bang under the high temperature, and the fragments flew everywhere. The unknown liquid inside splashed high, and almost jumped onto Amon's face, but fell down weakly in the end. .

Amon narrowed his eyes and looked at Alice who had stopped smiling. Instead, he laughed out loud. He curled his lips and said, "You are a little bolder than last time."

Alice's body suddenly froze. She was keenly aware of the dangerous atmosphere in the other person's smile. She subconsciously pressed her body against the sofa and asked cautiously:

"That... If I say I didn't mean to attack you, would you believe it?"

Amon looked at her with his lips curled, and said softly: "Whether you did it on purpose or not, you will be punished for your mistakes."

Alice wanted to say something, but suddenly, her spirit was pierced by a sharp needle, and her consciousness was instantly scattered. She only felt the sharp pain, which made her spirit vibrate.

Alice's body collapsed on the sofa. After a while, when the pain dissipated and the vibration of her spirit calmed down slightly, a hand lifted her chin without resistance, exposing the hatred and murderous intent in her eyes that had not been covered yet without reservation.

"Ah," the man showed an amazed expression and sighed in surprise, "You want to kill me?"

Alice looked at Amon coldly without saying a word.

Amon raised his hand in boredom, took off the monocle from her face, and said to her as if he was treating a friend:

"You are the first person who survived wearing my monocle. It's ok if you don't appreciate me, but you actually want to kill me?"

Alice stared at Amon with murderous eyes for more than ten seconds, and suddenly a bright smile spread across her face.

Then, Alice reached out and hugged Amon's hand, lowered her head, and bit it without hesitation.