Mystery: Lucky

They stopped and looked at the source of the bloody smell. They saw a woman lying in the living room in front of them.

The woman's expression was full of pain, as if she had been brutally abused during her lifetime. Alice looked towards her abdomen, and sure enough, through the huge wound in her abdomen, she could see that the internal organs inside were missing.

At the same time, they all heard a "ho ho ho" sound.

Starting from the 12th time!

That devil dog!

Alice instantly realized what had happened. Unlike Klein, whose hair stood on end, Alice's mentality was still calm. She raised her head and scanned the bright yellow living room layout, finally landing on the bright red carpet.

The carpet was stained red by the blood of the female corpse and was slowly soaking away, while Alice's acquaintance, the devil dog that had escaped, was squatting aside, with its mouth half open, and there was still fresh flesh and blood on its teeth.

The two of them were reflected in the pupils of the devil dog. Alice saw the devil dog arching its back, the fur on its body exploding, and a demonstrative growl coming from its throat: "Ho!"

Before they could react, the demon dog roared and retreated, actively getting out of their way.

Klein looked at Alice in astonishment. He recalled the scene where Alice described the demon dog being scared away by her, and suddenly fell into deep thought.

Alice looked at the demon dog that was obviously very fierce but took the initiative to give way, and she was silent for a moment.

Does this dog still remember what happened last time?

Alice pulled Klein expressionlessly, and left along the path that the demon dog left under the vigilant gaze of the devil dog.

The next escape route went very smoothly. After parting with Klein, Alice happily took the public carriage home.

——Then, he happened to bump into Evelin who opened the door.

"Good evening, Brielle." After a moment of embarrassment, Evelin reached out and closed the door, smiling at Alice.

"...Good evening." Alice frowned slightly and looked at Evelin with evasive and panicked eyes.

"Haha, you, why did you come back so late? What did you go out for?" Evelin replied in a panic.

"...Well," Alice was silent for a moment and decided to help Evelin save this embarrassing scene. "I won't ask you what you are going to do next, and you don't ask me why I came back so late."

After the words fell, Alice clearly saw Evelin heaving a sigh of relief, and then said as if to hide something: "What are you talking about? I just can't sleep and I'm too stuffy. Come out for some air. I'll go back in a few minutes... …”

Alice looked at Evelin's appearance and began to wonder if she had looked so clumsy when she lied before.

Under Alice's gaze, Evelin's expression gradually became panicked. Alice looked at her evasive eyes and sighed: "It's not safe outside at night. Come back early."

Next, she walked towards her home next door without waiting for Evelin to respond.

As for why you didn’t ask Evelin what she was doing out there? Ha, it's too obvious. It must be related to the Nighthawks anyway.

After returning home, Alice lit a lamp and sat on the sofa in the living room. She was about to report to Klein that she was safe, but suddenly she stared stiffly at the pea vine hanging down in front of her.

How could there be pea vines falling from the ceiling? Alice slowly raised her head, and more pea vines fell down, covering the entire living room into a green forest.

Bernadette followed the pea vine and appeared in front of her.

"Who is the person who stole the bookmark?" Bernadette looked at Alice with emotionless eyes and asked.

"...Why do you think I know?" Alice wanted to struggle again.

"I got here before you." Bernadette replied softly but without emotion.

Alice then asked: "Then why don't you suspect that I disguised myself as someone else and stole the bookmark..."

Bernadette looked at Alice calmly and disdainfully.

The despised Alice widened her eyes, gritted her teeth, and changed her question: "Why do you want to find him?"

"To be precise," Bernadette looked at Alice and said in a soft voice, "I want to know about the followers of The Fool."

Alice quickly understood what Bernadette meant.

Just look at the madmen of the Aurora Society and you will know that the state of the believers can also reflect the state of the gods. Bernadette hopes to confirm the status and character of "The Fool" through his followers.

So, what’s next? What does she want to do after confirmation? Pray? Or send someone to infiltrate a church that doesn’t even exist…

Alice tried her best to suppress the raised corners of her mouth, but Bernadette already showed a suspicious expression.

Oops, she was too defenseless when facing Bernadette... No, this was mainly because Bernadette never showed any malice to her... Well, she couldn't have seen her character, so On purpose?

Alice, who gradually let herself go, gathered her thoughts and made a suggestion to Bernadette: "Just the two of us can't help you determine the status of Mr. Fool... I think you should go to the circle of extraordinary people to inquire."

Then you will find that no one has ever heard of such an evil god...haha.

Bernadette, who was unaware of Alice's inner slander, looked at Alice and asked, "So, you're not going to say it, are you?"

Alice blinked twice innocently and asked seriously: "Why didn't you just go to the street to catch us, but why did you wait for me here?"

“…” Bernadette glanced at Alice, hesitant to speak.

“I can’t tell you,” Alice shrugged, her eyes flickered, and she changed the subject. “However, we ran into the demon dog on the way back—the murderer of the Backlund serial murder case.”

Bernadette raised her eyebrows.

“It has completed its 12th murder,” Alice said softly, “If we don’t catch it quickly, it might complete the ritual and advance to Sequence 5 at any time.”

Looking at Alice, who did not intend to reveal the identity of the other person, Bernadette paused and asked, “Has he also believed in the ‘Fool’?”

“Absolutely not,” Alice denied categorically, “At least he has not believed in the ‘Fool’ I know.”

“Okay,” Bernadette replied in an emotionless voice, “There is a ‘blasphemous card’ in the bookmark… is it also written in his diary?”

Alice nodded.

“What else is written in the diary?” Bernadette asked.

"Unless you give me the diary in the exhibition hall, or give it to us," Alice replied.

Bernadette stared at Alice, and then the pea vines around her disappeared along with her, as if nothing had happened.