Mystery: Lucky

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Amon…

The familiar name broke into her mind. Alice lowered her head and looked at the Worm of Time still crawling and crawling in her palm, as well as the densely packed Worms of Time around her. She couldn't help but frown.

How disgusting... How did He come up with this scene... Me, should I cooperate?

After being briefly dazed, Alice recalled her previous behavior when she saw Amon, closed her eyes, and made a sharp voice:

"Help ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

She only had time to scream halfway when she felt a falling sensation. She seemed to have fallen from a high altitude to the ground and opened her eyes. She saw the familiar ceiling in front of her.

...Where is Amon?

The first thing she saw was Amon's face, and Alice felt a little strange. She subconsciously sat up from the bed, looked around, and finally found a crow on the windowsill with white circles around its eyes.

Why doesn't He look like the other ones with white fur and black eyes? White crow, how cool...eh? ! ! !

Weird thoughts flashed through his mind, and seemed to successfully distract the other person in the room. The crow on the windowsill really turned into white fur and black eye circles.

Alice opened her mouth in surprise, and after pondering for a moment, she asked:

"In that case, why don't you try rainbow colors, gradient colors, fluorescent..."

The sound stopped abruptly here, her vocal cords were still vibrating, but her voice disappeared.

...? !

Alice stared at the white crow on the windowsill with wide eyes, her expression full of anger.

But he was a crow and seemed too lazy to pay attention to her. He flapped his wings and flew out the window. Alice climbed out of bed and ran to the window. In the process, she ritually changed the shape of her transformed pajamas before lying on the window sill. Look outside.

Hey, people...Help ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Alice watched in horror as a man wearing a monocle lay down next to her and looked out the window with her.

She swallowed, turned her head and asked politely: "How many of you are here now...Hey, can I speak?"

"Well," Amon ignored her question, lowered his head and thought seriously, "it shouldn't be as much as in your dream."

In a dream...?

"How many were there in the dream?" Alice asked calmly.

"345,726." Amon replied calmly. Note①

Alice turned her head in surprise, unable to understand the earthquake sound and asked:

"Why did you really count!"

"Because," Amon turned to her with a gentle smile, "I think you would want to know."

In Alice's blank eyes, Amon stretched out his hand to push up his monocle and said with a smile:

“Look, you want to taste the ‘Insect of Time’, didn’t I prepare a luxurious ‘Insect of Time’ meal for you?

"You didn't taste it carefully, I'm really... disappointed.

"Do you feel that using the form of a dream is not sincere enough?"

Facing Amon's sincere smile, Alice shook her body and answered with the same sincere smile and tone as Amon:

"How could it be? We are good friends! I will be happy with whatever you give me!

"And I remember that the 'Insect of Time' is used to form your clone, right? The clone is also your body. How can I covet the body of a good friend!

"...Why does this sentence sound a bit strange?"

Alice blinked twice belatedly, suddenly realizing that this sentence was generally not used in this situation.

Ah, this... Alice glanced at Amon, who didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said, and quickly changed the subject:

"Do you have something to ask me for? Or are you just passing by?"

"Really, you will be happy with anything I give you..." Amon glanced at Alice with a smile, but his first sentence was not to answer her question, "Then I will give you a big gift."

...?

After Alice was stunned in place for two seconds, she learned Klein's lines: "As long as it's what you want! Gifts are not important!"

After a pause, she lowered her eyebrows and asked, "So, what exactly are you here for...?"

After Amon looked down at her for a few seconds, he didn't say a word, but instead stretched out a hand towards her with a smile.

...What is this for?

Alice thought for a moment, stretched out her hand to pick it up, and then asked doubtfully:

"What do you want to do?"

Amon's eyes were deep for a moment, and then he still had that careless smile and without saying a word, he grabbed Alice and disappeared.

When her body fell into the real world again, Alice subconsciously looked around and asked:

"This is where?"

No one answered her. Alice closed her eyes and concentrated on spiritual feelings, but she also noticed nothing.

She opened her eyes suspiciously to observe her situation.

The first thing she noticed was that she was sitting in a coffin.

The coffin was empty and dark, the lid not closed - well, that was as it should be.

Alice continued to look around and found that the coffin was placed on a black base. She lay down on the coffin and found a portrait.

The painting was carefully framed, and the picture was highly checked for plagiarism, but it was not the same as the portrait she gave to Amon.

The image of a woman, the technique of comics, the white wizard robe, the familiar monocle and the playful smile all make up the picture.

But the biggest difference is that this painting is much more vivid than the cartoon Alice gave to Amon. The Amon in the painting seems to be alive... well... maybe not.

Alice was shocked by this. After hesitating for a moment, she waved to the Amon in the painting and said hello tentatively:

"Hi?"

No one responded to her, and the portrait didn't even bother to blink.

Whether the portrait is Amon or not, Alice decided to pretend it is not for the time being, and she continued to observe the situation in these tombs.

Candles were burning on the walls of the tomb as a light source. Alice stared at the candles for a while and found that although the candles were burning, the flames seemed fake. She watched for a long time but didn't see the candles shorten or drip tears.

This is undoubtedly the work of extraordinary ability. Alice is not interested. She looked away and observed the surroundings with the help of the candle light.

The tomb is very new. Alice guessed that this should be the same technique as the candles on the wall. Maybe it's time, maybe it's fate, maybe it's just an illusion. Alice is not interested in this.

When Alice realized that this was a tomb, she understood why Amon brought her here.

She had mentioned to Amon that she wanted to lure Sylvia here, and let Amon hide in the coffin and suddenly get up, and she even paid Amon for the performance.

Alice guessed that this was probably a disguised mausoleum, and she...she might be Amon in the coffin now.

Then what did Amon do? (End of this chapter)