Mystery: Lucky

Alice's skillful blame-shifting behavior was declared a success, and Reinette Tinichole readily accepted it, and asked about the corresponding rituals in a good manner.

To this, Alice responded:

"Ask...ask Gehrman Sparrow."

After leaving the troublesome matters to Klein as usual, Alice began to think about what she was really interested in:

"Speaking of which... the spell should have a name, right?"

Reinette Tinichole's four heads nodded simultaneously.

Alice immediately decided to take over this important task:

"I'm good at this!

"Since it is a spell used to restore the peak level of the past, well... the past... yesterday... then let's call it 'tomorrow'!"

Reinette Tinichole's four heads reached a rare agreement and said in unison:

"ah?"

Isn't it strange...Compared to the names I gave before, this one should look much more normal in the eyes of others...Does He think this is too hasty?

Alice looked at him with confusion, thought for a moment and then said:

"Isn't this a bit too hasty? Well...be a little more serious, tomorrow...tomorrow...well, let's just say 'let's talk tomorrow'!"

Reinette Tinichole's four heads showed puzzled expressions at the same time.

"That's it," Alice snapped her fingers, "'We'll talk about it tomorrow' - this name was chosen by me as soon as I heard it, and no one else would be able to come up with such a unique name like mine!"

This is a topic that people don’t know how to answer. After being quiet for two seconds, Reinette Tinichole took the initiative to suggest:

"I..." "Go..." "Look for..." "Shadow of Doom."

Only then did Alice remember the beginning of this transaction. She waved her hand and said:

"No rush, would you mind answering me a question first?"

Four heads scrambled to speak:

"what is the problem?"

It was obvious that this was a failed negotiation, and the two heads who did not get the right to speak were in great pain. Seeing this, Alice hurriedly started a new conversation:

"I don't understand... Does the Shadow of Doom have any easy-to-achieve and fatal weaknesses? Otherwise, a normal 'winner' wouldn't be able to defeat such a thing..."

In other words, it can't be hit.

Although she has never seen it with her own eyes, Edwina's description makes Alice suspect that the Shadow of Doom is a bizarre creature that will die if touched but cannot be hit at all.

This is not a groundless guess, because Alice feels that she is also like this, easy to kill but hard to catch...

She reasonably speculates that this may be characteristic of the entire pathway.

Reinette Tinichole didn't know what Alice was thinking, and her four heads relayed explanations:

"Few people know that the Shadows of Doom rely on instinct to find their habitat, and they don't have much subjective thoughts themselves.

“This makes it difficult for the Shadow of Doom to choose when two or more habitats with very similar conditions appear and become entangled.

"And the body of Shadow of Doom is not stable..."

At the beginning, Alice tried to look at each head when it opened, and her eyes kept wandering between the four heads.

But under the relay race of four heads speaking one word at a time, Alice could no longer hold on any longer, and she set her sights on Reinette Tinichole's empty neck.

It's so uncomfortable, such a strange feeling... Alice stared blankly ahead, thinking seriously about how to turn Renette Tinichole into a humanoid.

Otherwise it would be too uncomfortable to chat like this.

Alice forced herself to turn her attention to Renette Tinichole's words, listen carefully to her description of the shadow of doom, and then fell into deep thought.

"So," Alice organized, "it is struggling to death due to difficulty in choosing?"

"Difficulty in choosing" is also not a word that belongs to this era. Reinette Tinichole took some time to understand what Alice meant, and she nodded four times.

Alice watched this strange scene in silence for a second, raised her head to face his empty neck, and said seriously:

“Can you put another head on your neck?

"It's fine if it's fake, just nod that way from now on..."

This request seemed somewhat bizarre. Reinette Tinichole looked at Alice with confusion and confusion in her eyes. She should probably be angry, but Alice apologized quickly:

"sorry!

"I just have the same difficulty in making choices as the Shadow of Doom!"

The moment Renette Tinichole's eyes turned cold, she apologized quickly, then covered her mouth with her hand and looked over with a pitiful look.

The impression accumulated over so long collapsed in an instant, and Renette Tinichole instantly realized why Alice always gave him a strange feeling - there was a serious mismatch between her personality and her mental age. She was clearly A child.

It was useless to reason with the child. Reinette Tinichole obviously understood this. He just glanced at Alice and disappeared.

Alice was relieved when she saw this. She put down the hand covering her mouth, touched her chest twice, and let out a long breath.

She murmured: "Fortunately, He didn't care... Even though He did, it seems like He couldn't do anything to me."

On the other side, Klein, who had just finished cleaning a toilet, was holding back the sweat that was about to drip from his forehead - he didn't want to wipe the sweat with the hand he had just finished cleaning the toilet.

If Alice were here, I wouldn't have this kind of trouble... No, forget it, she shouldn't be here.

Klein imagined the toilet that he had just cleaned becoming dirty again, and rationally gave up his thoughts about Alice.

He took a breath, picked up the brush and walked to the next toilet. When he was about to continue his struggle, his spirituality suddenly touched him, and he clenched his teeth and opened his spiritual vision.

Renette Tinicole suddenly appeared, but the mouths of the four heads were all empty, and there was no letter in their mouths.

In Klein's puzzled eyes, the four blond and red-eyed heads spoke one after another:

"You..." "Daughter..." "Of..." "Family..." "Education..." "There is..." "Big..." "Of..." "Problem."

Klein suddenly coughed violently.

What he was most grateful for was that in the past month of his acting career, he had gradually adapted to the smell here and no longer needed to hold his breath to clean the toilet - otherwise his face would be very ugly now.

But even this was ugly enough. Klein used the extraordinary ability of the "Joker" to stop his coughing, and then he said in a shocking voice:

"Where is my daughter!

"If she was my daughter, I would have beaten her up long ago!"

--Obviously, he knew who Renette Tinicole was referring to. (End of this chapter)