Mystery: Lucky

Before Angelica felt embarrassed, Alice took a half step back and signaled to Angelica that she didn't need to care about her.

"Do you have a designated diviner?" Angelica glanced at Alice gratefully, and then enthusiastically greeted the short-haired man, while Alice quietly turned on her spiritual vision.

"I would like to ask Mr. Klein Moretti to help me with divination." Alice pressed the right side of the dim-colored abdomen when she saw the short-haired man speaking.

"But Mr. Moretti is not here today." Angelica replied without confirmation.

The short-haired man fell silent for a moment and paced back and forth: "When will Mr. Moretti come over?"

"No one knows, he has his own things to do. According to my observation, he comes most often on Monday afternoons." Shoujielika said while thinking.

"Okay." The short-haired man's face darkened, and he turned around to leave.

"...Maybe you should see a doctor instead of asking for divination." Alice looked at the dim color in his body and couldn't help but remind him.

The short-haired man looked back at Alice in surprise: "Who are you?"

"This is our fortune teller, Miss Alice Kingsley. Maybe you can also ask Miss Kingsley to divine for you." Angelica took the opportunity to interject.

The short-haired man hesitated. After all, Klein had the guarantee of a friend, and Alice... to be honest, this child looked very unreliable at first glance.

Alice stared at him for a few seconds, then took out a coin, silently recited "I should divine for him" seven times in his uncomprehending eyes, and then tossed it up - it was a king's coin.

"..." Alice frowned as she looked at this result. She couldn't understand what stealing Klein's business would bring to her.

"Miss Kingsley, can I ask you to divine for me?" the short-haired man asked.

"Hmm...6p a time, is there any problem?" Alice replied thoughtfully.

"...6p?" The short-haired man looked at Alice in surprise. He began to doubt the possibility that Alice was really a doctor.

"This is a choice of fate," Alice shrugged, "Just like I didn't plan to walk into the fortune telling club today, I didn't plan to become a fortune teller, let alone..."

She stared at the short-haired man for a few seconds before saying the next words: "I have no intention of fortune-telling for you."

The short-haired man looked a little confused, but it had to be said that at this time, Alice's behavior was in line with the behavior of a fortune teller, and he felt a lot more at ease, so he stroked his chest and saluted Alice: "Then , I would like to ask you to divine for me.”

Alice looked at Angelica, and she heard Angelica say something that satisfied her: "You can use the citrine room."

Alice, who didn't need to make a choice, came to the citrine room with the short-haired man. The short-haired man introduced himself to Alice: "I am Bogda Jones. I have actually seen a doctor. The doctor told me that I need an operation." , but I’m scared of it.”

"Well," Alice checked the divination tools in the room, "Do you want to divine the results of the operation?"

"Yes, I hope to get a good result." Bogda looked uneasy.

"I must remind you," Alice turned her gaze on him, "Your expectations for the results of divination will also affect the results of divination, which will affect the accuracy of divination."

Bogda took a deep breath.

"Okay," Alice looked at his expression and thoughtfully took out a deck of tarot cards, "Maybe you are just asking for psychological comfort like most people... In this case, let's try it first. Tarot cards?”

Bogda nodded nervously. In this regard, he seemed to be even worse at making decisions than Alice.

So Alice asked him to shuffle the cards, cut them, and set up a deck of Intis cards.

Even though it was meaningless, Alice still turned over each card with a sense of ritual, and finally revealed the card that symbolized the result - the reversed Wheel of Fortune card.

"Things are going to be bad." Alice said softly, looking at the card.

"Is there no hope?" Bogda's face was pale and his voice was soft and trembling.

"Well," Alice stared at him for a few seconds, feeling that asking him to draw Tarot cards was not what she needed. "Well, just leave your ring and write down your date of birth, and then go out and wait."

Bogda calmed down a little under Alice's calm attitude. He wrote his date of birth on the paper and left the ring before leaving the room.

Silently reciting "Hope for the cure of Bogda Jones' liver disease", Alice fell into a dream.

This is a shop with a strong herbal smell. A man in his thirties or forties with short black hair and a round face is busy in the shop.

This man was dressed like a country witch doctor, with a deep robe embroidered with various strange symbols.

Alice blinked, then her eyes quickly retreated. She caught a glimpse of the house number and the panoramic view of the street. She secretly remembered the address here - Rosen's folk herbal shop, No. 18 Flood Street, East District.

"I should go to Rosen's B\u0026B herbal shop." Alice recited this sentence seven times in her heart, then tossed the coin, looked at the upward facing king, and smiled.

Silently reciting "What I can get", Alice fell into dreamland again.

...is an underground trading market.

Alice saw that she was in the underground trading market. The "monster" looked at her in awe, and then left suddenly.

"I can find 'monsters' there... maybe the School of Life? Yes, the School of Life has extraordinary people with the path of pharmacists." Alice suddenly realized, she stood up and opened the door, and sure enough, she saw Bogda who was waiting anxiously.

"You can go to Vlad Street in the East District," Alice returned the ring to him, "pay attention to the places related to 'Rosen'."

"Is that my hope?" Bogda's eyes lit up.

"I think so." Alice replied.

So Bogda excitedly took out his wallet and took out a pound note from it to give to Alice.

But Alice didn't take it, she just emphasized: "My divination price is six pence."

"But you deserve more," Bogda looked at Alice, "I think, you..."

"...If fate tells me that I should charge 6 pence, then I'd better only charge 6 pence. Because I have already got what I want from it, I can't ask for more-such as money."

Alice was talking, but her attention was not here. She saw the familiar pure white mist, and she realized that behind the mist was her lost memory, and the part she could see clearly was what she had remembered.

She realized that she was writing at the desk, and her hand was tender and had baby fat that had not completely disappeared - she should not be very old at the moment.

Alice looked at the tender but neat handwriting on the paper, which contained a short and ambiguous sentence: "Use your luck sparingly, and don't squander it."