Mystery: Lucky

"Can you tell me..." Alice heard Amon ask her with a smile, "Who is the other protagonist?"

Alice quickly entered a meditative state and threw away all the messy thoughts in her mind.

She knew that Amon had the ability to steal thoughts. Theoretically, even if she couldn't beat Amon, she shouldn't be able to steal her thoughts at will. Unfortunately... she held the power but didn't know how to use it.

Facing this fraud incarnation, Alice knew that she could never play tricks as well as Him, so she chose to play to her strengths and avoid her weaknesses - she chose not to use her brain.

She was good at this.

All thoughts were forcibly terminated. Alice kept a blank mind and looked up at Amon's smiling face. She took a deep breath and made the most instinctive reaction.

- She threw down the book and turned around and ran.

Facing such a dangerous enemy, running away is of course the best solution, and when there is no quick way like teleportation, of course you should run with your legs... Without thinking, Alice naturally came to this conclusion.

However, after only three or five steps, she felt a hand on her shoulder.

It was obvious that this hand came from Amon, whom she had been thinking about. Alice's escape stopped abruptly. She slowly turned around and looked at Amon. He didn't seem angry, and there was a strange smile on his face.

"... You know it's useless, right?" Amon took back his hand and leaned over to ask her, "You even ran on your two legs..."

- So, if you are caught running away, what should you do?

Under Amon's smiling gaze, Alice came to a conclusion again. She defended herself earnestly:

"I'm sorry, I just haven't seen you for too long, and I'm too excited. My hands and feet are a little out of control.

"Um... can you help me pick up the book just now?"

"Ha," Amon laughed, "Okay. "

As if expecting her to make some unreasonable response or say some nonsense, Amon slowly turned around, walked back step by step, bent down and picked up the book on the ground.

His movements were extremely slow, as if he deliberately gave Alice time and opportunity, but Alice did nothing. She still stood there, just watching Amon pick up the comic book, wipe off the dirt on the comic book, and hold the book in front of her with one hand.

Alice blinked, reached out to take the book, and then held the book in front of her chest with both hands like a textbook, and continued to look up at Amon, her mind blank.

They looked at each other in silence. Facing Alice who seemed to be focused but actually had nothing in her mind, Amon was obviously the first to hold back. He was the first to speak out:

"So, you said...who is my former lover who I can't forget? "

While he was speaking, he walked towards Alice step by step. Alice instinctively held the book and stepped back step by step. When the last voice fell, Amon stopped. Alice dropped the book and turned around and ran for the second time, like a frightened bird.

Then the hand was placed on her shoulder again, this time it was obviously not as gentle as the last time, and she was dragged back to her original position.

"?" Amon did not seem to understand her behavior, "You..."

He looked Alice up and down, and asked thoughtfully:

"How about... I teach you how to escape first, and then you try to run?"

Look, what a considerate suggestion - so Alice nodded as a matter of course and accepted the suggestion:

"Also."

After two seconds of silence, Amon turned cold and asked in a commanding tone:

"Tell me, who is my old lover, and who is the other protagonist of this book. "

The order or threat from the Angel King was much more effective than the previous game-like inquiry. Rational thoughts took over again. Alice suddenly remembered the title of the book, and her mind uncontrollably recalled the content related to Amon's question.

Old lover, of course... Wait, Amon's lover, shouldn't it be...

Several paintings that are not suitable for children became pop-up windows in her mind, and were then stolen by Amon - obviously, even when thinking, Alice's thinking is unusual.

Amon narrowed his eyes slightly, and Alice instinctively felt the threat. The instinctive response was to drop the book and turn around and run, but facing this strategy that had failed twice, Alice, who had recovered her thinking ability, chose to reject it.

She closed her eyes resignedly, raised her head and said to Amon: "Kill me, remember to throw the body to the edge of the Western Continent."

Amon looked at Alice, raised his eyebrows, and asked with a little puzzlement:

"Is this person important to you? So important... that you would rather die than tell? "

"Well," Alice shook her head, "Not really, but, but you can't really kill me..."

She shrank her neck slightly, but soon she regained her confidence and continued with sparkling eyes:

"Yes, you don't dare to kill me, why should I be afraid?

"You don't even dare to trap me here for too long, because..."

This cognition made Alice much bolder. She looked at Amon, adjusted her facial muscles, and showed a smile exactly like his, and then imitated his tone and said:

"In that case, you will die."

The coercion from fate, at this moment, became her strongest confidence.

This was a naked provocation. Amon put away the smile on his face and looked at her with cold eyes.

Alice looked at Amon without any fear. After more than ten seconds, Amon's mouth slowly drew a smile, and his voice was gentle with gnashing teeth:

"Very good."

"Very good."

"So, what do you want me to do, little Alice?"

Alice suddenly shook her body, and she realized that Amon must be really angry now.

This is not the situation she wants-you know, if she doesn't plan to pray to the "True Creator" and doesn't plan to go step by step, Amon may be the last way to go to the Western Continent.

Wait, why didn't He hit me this time? Although He didn't kill me when He was angry before, He actually beat me... And in fact, if He wants to know, He can try to interrogate me. The way He asks questions is a little too gentle...

Such a thought flashed through my mind, and soon I got feedback from Amon:

"... So you prefer to be beaten?"

Alice was silent for two seconds, shook her head firmly, and denied it:

"That's not the case.

"I prefer to see others angry but don't know what to do with me... I'm not talking about you!"

At the moment when Amon raised his eyebrows at her words, she immediately defended herself.

Anyway, the atmosphere was not as stiff as before. Facing the much relaxed atmosphere, Alice hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively:

"How do you know that I am the one who drew this comic?"

Amon looked at her with a look of looking at a fool.

After two seconds of silence, Alice silently changed the question:

"Why do you... want to know who the old lovers and protagonists in the comics are? Maybe they have no prototypes at all, and I made them up? "

Although the hope was slim, Alice still wanted to confirm it - what if Amon was just angry about the content of the comic, instead of guessing the hidden meaning behind it? What if?

Unfortunately, her prayer failed, and Amon continued to look at her with a look of a fool.

Alice covered her face with her hands and asked in self-abandonment:

"Then why don't you just interrogate me directly? You...you don't seem to have done anything to me until now?"

Alice tentatively put down her hands and shook her arms twice.

After watching her movements for a few seconds in silence, Amon couldn't help but remind her:

"If you are parasitic, you can't check it out like this."

"Then how to check it? "Alice turned her head and asked seriously.

Amon paused and looked her up and down, as if to confirm whether her previous question was serious.

Alice felt uncomfortable with this look, she raised the comic book in her hand and threw it at Amon's face.

Amon just raised his hand slightly, and the comic book suddenly appeared in his hand from the air. He looked at Alice, shook his head and sighed:

"Even I dare not kill you, you can see... but you can't see this?"

Alice looked at him in confusion.

"I'm..." Amon chose his words, "I'm trying to build a good relationship with you. "

This answer was so honest that it was unreal. Alice opened her eyes wide in astonishment and opened her mouth in surprise. After more than ten seconds, she reached out to close her jaw.

After trying to move her jaw to confirm that it did not drop in surprise, Alice said with a blank look in her eyes:

"You are kidding..."

The absurd yet reasonable answer - indulge her rude request, ignore her blatant provocation, and try to persuade her to trade when he could get the answer in other ways... This seems to be what people who want to build a good relationship would do.

But looking at Amon's overall behavior, Alice couldn't help asking:

"Who taught you to build a good relationship like this!"

This is clearly a psychological shadow.

After a pause, Alice frowned and asked: "Wait, why did you do this? "

Song Shu described the angel Amon as a guy who did things based on interest, and Amon's honorific name seemed to emphasize this point. If we really judge by this point...

Alice blinked, and suddenly recalled a sentence Amon said to her a long time ago:

"I like you very much."

At the same time, Amon smiled and lowered his head and said to her:

"Well... because I like you very much, little Alice.

"You are so fun."

Fear almost overflowed. At that moment, Alice didn't care about the risk of teleporting in the "Forsaken Land of God" with the help of the underlying chaotic power. Her figure quickly faded and disappeared.

She completely integrated into the chaotic power of the "Forsaken Land of God".

And in the original place, Amon looked at the place where Alice disappeared and frowned slowly.

Unlike Alice expected, she was not lost. Although she couldn't identify the direction of the "Forsaken Land of God" and didn't know where she was, Alice knew where she was going.

——That power has been calling her all the time.

Ouroboros used paintings that were imbued with his own power to form "coordinates" so that he would not lose his way even if he merged into the chaotic power of the "Forsaken Land of Gods".

He only needed to stabilize himself in the pull of the chaotic power and reach the coordinates that were fixed in advance.

But when Alice fell into such a state, she realized that everything she had done before was redundant. She did not need to fix the coordinates in advance, nor did she need to try to stabilize herself, because among these chaotic forces , there is a force that never changes.

That force was pushing her in a certain direction, where something seemed to be calling her.

Alice suddenly remembered what happened in the sea of ​​ruins, and remembered Heath Doyle who claimed to be looking for the key to unlock all treasures.

...Did he "hear" the call?

Weird thoughts passed through her mind, but she had no time to think deeply, because the situation she was in was not suitable for thinking. The chaotic power of the "Gods Abandoned Place" had a close contact with her spirituality. Even though she did not need to find the direction by herself, she did not need to Moving on your own is still very dangerous.

Alice stopped all thoughts and actions and focused all her energy on preventing herself from being contaminated by the power of chaos.

She felt like she had turned into a small boat - no, that was not accurate, because a boat without oars or sails would just drift randomly on such a sea.

Alice felt like she had become a kite, with a string holding her far away, and someone at the end of the string constantly trying to recycle the string.

During the time when her attention was focused, time became extremely fast and extremely slow. Alice had no idea how much time had passed, nor how far she had "drifted". She just waited in a daze for the moment she reached the end.

After she didn't know how long, Alice seemed to wake up from a dream, and she heard a chaotic noise.

Like everyone who wakes up from a long sleep, Alice was confused at first, then tried to open her eyes to see clearly the surrounding situation.

She struggled to open her eyes and saw an ugly and deformed face.

This man had no nose. Where the nose should have been, there were two empty round holes. His eyes, one large and one small, were squeezed together. His mouth was distorted, and the empty spaces on his face were filled with tumors.

Although she still hadn't remembered what happened and didn't understand the current situation, Alice still had the most normal reaction when faced with this terrifying face:

"Help ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

She screamed as if she'd seen a ghost.

This sound frightened the person who had been close to her. The person fell to the ground. Alice bounced up from the ground, only to find that he was not the only one like him - there were dozens of strange-looking people, staring at them. She looked. (End of chapter)