Mystery: Lucky

It was obviously not a wise choice to eat lunch with eyes closed.

Sitting opposite Klein, Alice, who had wrapped a cloth around her eyes to prevent herself from accidentally opening them, regretted her decision for the umpteenth time.

What bothered her most about this matter was not that she couldn't find food - for some reason, she was almost very skilled at moving with her eyes closed.

In fact, what Alice hated most was not being able to see the appearance of the food. Even though, to be honest, Loen was not a country rich in delicious food, Alice still believed that at least half of the appetite came from the appearance of the food.

...Speaking of which, considering the level of Loen's food, even if you open your eyes, it will only affect your mood for eating, right?

Of course, this did not prevent Alice from being angry about it, so she treated her enemies with an attitude and viciously tore off a piece of bread, as if she was tearing off a piece of meat from her enemy.

It is undeniable that this formalistic act of revenge did scare Klein in a sense, so he hesitated several times, but unfortunately it was just a wink to a blind man - who made Alice block his eyes?

"I thought you had something to say to me." Alice couldn't help but speak first after tearing off another piece of bread.

Klein was obviously disturbed by the name that Alice blurted out. He had been thinking about this question for almost the whole morning. At this moment, he certainly asked the question that he had organized all morning without hesitation: "That name... where have you heard of it?"

"I don't know." Alice said as she tore off another piece of bread.

This answer froze the scene. Klein was not sure whether he should continue to ask. He could only stiffly make the most common sound people make when they are confused: "...Ah?"

"You should have heard that I lost my memory, right?" Alice gave up fighting with the bread and looked at Klein with her covered eyes - of course she couldn't see anything.

"Then why..." Klein looked at Alice in confusion. Of course, he had heard that this lucky lady had lost her memory of the past, but there was no way there was someone named Zhou Mingrui in Rune. She must have learned this name from somewhere else - what if she could remember it?

"In my last... or first memory," Alice put down the bread, sat up straight, and showed a rare serious attitude, "a girl wearing a very ugly and baggy sportswear with a school badge called me 'Huanhuan'... I remember we were classmates." (The words marked with quotation marks are in Chinese, the same below)

"...'Huanhuan'?" Klein was stunned, and a guess emerged from the bottom of his heart-after all, this is obviously not a Loen-style name.

"Yes, and she seems to speak another language..." Alice made a thoughtful expression, "A language completely different from Loen's language system."

"'Chinese'?" Klein couldn't bear it anymore, he decided to show his cards first-after all, this lucky lady who lost her memory probably couldn't remember much, and listening to the description, he suspected that this lucky lady was not very old.

"You really know," Alice's mouth curled up with a happy arc, even if you can't see her eyes, you can feel her happiness, "You must have something to do with that place... So, can you tell me who 'Zhou Mingrui' is?"

"...It's me." Klein admitted helplessly.

"!" Alice seemed even more excited. "Have you heard of 'cars'? Have you heard of 'neon lights'? Have you heard of 'Internet'? Have you heard of..."

"I've heard of them all." Klein interrupted Alice. He finally realized the purpose of this lucky lady - she was like a duckweed looking for a fixed point. The world in her memory was different from Rune's, but she couldn't remember the people and things related to it - maybe she even forgot her own name.

How much better am I than her? Klein laughed at himself, shook his head, and said to Alice: "Maybe we come from the same place, a place called 'Earth'."

"'Earth'," Alice repeated the word, and then subconsciously recited a string of words, "'It is the third planet 150 million kilometers from the sun, and it is also the only celestial body known to mankind that breeds and supports life...'"

Then this recitation was ruthlessly interrupted by Klein: "Stop!"

Alice stopped.

"Do you remember how you traveled through time... uh, you know... do you remember what travel through time means?" Klein tried to get the topic back on track.

"I don't remember, but I can imagine," Alice replied, "If I remember correctly, I should be dead? Well... I remember I was talking to the girl who called me 'Huanhuan', and then she suddenly became very frightened and screamed for me to be careful, and then I just felt a sharp pain..."

Recalling death is obviously not a pleasant experience. The pain that penetrated the soul made Alice unable to even distinguish the spiritual warning from it, so she stopped and did not continue.

Klein also realized that there was something wrong with his question. It was obviously inappropriate to ask this question. He changed the question: "I mean, did you encounter anything special?"

"Can you be more specific?" Alice asked confusedly. Although she probably couldn't remember it, what if she remembered it after being reminded?

"That is, something that seems to be related to mysticism? For example, strange spells or rituals... or maybe objects?"

"..." Alice frowned and began to think.

"There is one thing... I am not sure."

"What?"

"I... The last thing I heard her say was that she said I was like a natural monster."

"Natural monster?"

"... Sequence 9 of the lucky ones, called monster."

Klein did not make a sound for a long time - he really did not know what he should say. Alice's words made him feel cold all over, and he did not dare to think about it.

Alice also did not choose to break the embarrassment, or rather, she did not have the energy to do this now.

"The fool who does not belong to this era,

"The mysterious master above the gray fog,

"The yellow and black king who controls good luck,

"I pray for your listening,

"I pray for your attention..."

In the thick white fog, the familiar girl was folding her hands, reciting this passage in a rather artificial pious posture and tone - of course, still in Chinese.

She seemed to be demonstrating to me.

Alice quickly realized the situation, but when she was about to continue thinking, indistinguishable murmurs and mumblings broke into the white mist, making her face pale, and then the mist dissipated.

"Have you heard of... the Fool?" She turned her face to Klein in a daze and asked in an ethereal voice.

In fact, this book came from my nonsense when I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. When I woke up yesterday and found that it had passed the review, I regretted it and wanted to delete my account and run away... But I found out that someone really read it (tactical retreat), well, anyway, since someone has read it, I will try my best to write it first...