Mystery: Lucky One

Alice's skillful act of shifting the blame was declared a success, and Renette Tinicole gladly accepted it and asked about the corresponding ceremony in a friendly manner.

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:

"By the way...spells should have names, right?"

All four heads of Renette Tinicole nodded at the same time.

Alice immediately decided to take over this important task:

“I’m good at this!

"Since it's a spell used to restore one's former peak level, um... the past... yesterday... then why not just call it 'tomorrow'!"

The four heads of Renette Tinicole reached a rare agreement and said in unison:
"what?"

Is it weird... Compared to the names I gave before, this one should look much more normal in the eyes of others... Could it be that He thinks this is too hasty?

Alice looked at Him with a puzzled look, thought for a moment and said:
"Isn't this a bit too hasty? Hmm... let's be a little more serious. Tomorrow... tomorrow... well, let's just say 'Let's talk about it tomorrow'!"

All four heads of Renette Tinicole showed puzzled expressions at the same time.

"It's settled," Alice snapped her fingers. "'We'll talk about it tomorrow' - I can tell right away that this name was chosen by me. No one else could come up with a name as unique as mine!"

This was a topic that made people unsure how to respond. After being silent for two seconds, Renette Tinicole took the initiative to suggest:
“I…” “Go…” “Find…” “The Shadow of Doom.”

Alice then remembered the beginning of this deal, and she waved her hand and said:

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

Four heads vying for the floor:

"what is the problem?"

Obviously, this was a failed negotiation. The two heads that didn't get the chance to speak were in great pain. Seeing this, Alice quickly started a new conversation:

"I can't figure it out... Does the Doom Shadow have some easy-to-reach and fatal weakness? Otherwise, a normal 'winner' wouldn't be able to defeat this thing at all..."

Or it can't be hit.

Although she had never seen it with her own eyes, Edwina's description made Alice suspect that the Shadow of Doom was a strange creature that would kill anyone who touched it, but could not be hit at all.

This is not just a guess, because Alice feels that she is the same, easy to kill but hard to catch...

She reasonably speculated that this might be characteristic of the entire pathway.

Renette Tinicole had no idea what Alice was thinking. Her four heads took turns explaining:
“Few people know that the Doom Shadows rely on instinct to find their habitats, and they don’t have many subjective ideas.

“This means that when two or more habitats with very similar conditions appear, the Doom Shadow will find it difficult to choose and become entangled.

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

At first, Alice tried to look into each head's eyes when it opened, and her sight kept moving between the four heads. But with the four heads talking one word at a time, Alice soon couldn't hold on any longer, and she set her sights on the empty neck of Renette Tinicole.

Such an uncomfortable, strange feeling... Alice stared blankly ahead, thinking seriously about how to turn Renette Tinicole into a human being.

Otherwise it would be too uncomfortable to chat like this.

Alice forced herself to shift her attention to what Renette Tinicole said, listened carefully to her description of the Shadow of Doom, and then fell into deep thought.

"So," Alice organized her words, "it's because it's suffering from indecisiveness that's killing itself?"

"Difficulty in making decisions" is also not a term that belongs to this era. It took Renette Tinicole some effort to understand what Alice meant, and she nodded her four heads.

Alice was silent for a second as she watched this strange scene. She raised her head and looked at His empty neck, saying seriously:
“Can you put another head on your neck?

"It's okay if it's fake, just nod your head from now on..."

This request seemed a bit strange. Renette Tinicole looked at Alice with a look of confusion and doubt. She should have been angry, but Alice apologized quickly:
"sorry!

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

She apologized quickly the moment Renette Tinicole's gaze turned cold, then covered her mouth with her hand and looked away with a pitiful look.

The impression accumulated over such a long time collapsed in an instant, and Renette Tinicole immediately realized why Alice always gave her a strange feeling - her status and mental age were seriously mismatched, she was clearly a child.

It was useless to reason with a child. Renette Tinicole obviously understood this. She just glanced at Alice and disappeared on the spot.

Alice breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this. She put down her hand that was covering her mouth, patted her chest twice, and let out a long breath.

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

On the other side, Klein, who had just finished scrubbing the toilet, was trying to endure the sweat that was about to drip from his forehead. He didn't want to wipe the sweat with his hands that had just finished scrubbing the toilet.

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

Klein imagined the toilet that he had just flushed 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, he was suddenly touched by his spirit. He clenched his teeth and opened his spiritual vision.

Renette Tinicole suddenly appeared, but the mouths of the four heads were all empty, without a letter in their mouths.

Under Klein's puzzled gaze, four blond, red-eyed heads spoke one after another:
“You…” “daughter…” “her…” “family…” “education…” “has…” “big…” “problems…”

Klein suddenly started coughing violently.

What he was most thankful for was that during 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 he would definitely look very ugly now.

But this alone was already ugly enough. Klein used the Joker's extraordinary ability to stop his coughing, and then he said in a trembling voice:

"Where did my daughter come from!
"If she were my daughter I would have beaten her up long ago!"

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