Vilma took the ice cream home. She didn't seem to notice anything wrong, changed her shoes, took off her coat, sat on the sofa and prepared to taste the ice cream. She scooped up a spoon and put it in her mouth, then she seemed to remember something, and put the ice cream on the coffee table without even eating that one bite, stood up and walked into the bedroom. "Oh, I knew it was left here!" Velma took a bracelet from the bedside table and breathed a sigh of relief. After putting the bracelet away, Velma returned to the living room and saw the ice cream on the coffee table at a glance. She was about to walk over to continue her previous plan, but suddenly, she covered her lower abdomen. She frowned and went into the bathroom, closed the door, and lingered inside for nearly twenty minutes before coming out. She saw the ice cream on the coffee table again and wanted to walk over. At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open, and it was Alan who had just got off work who walked in. Alan greeted her, also took off his coat, changed his shoes, and saw the ice cream on the coffee table. "What is this...?" Alan asked. The ice cream maker was very skilled. A beautiful spiral was spun on the top of the ice cream, and the pink strawberry jam was evenly poured from top to bottom. Although the shape was slightly damaged by a spoonful, it was still very tempting.
As soon as Wilma saw the ice cream, she remembered it. She smiled and replied, "Oh, I bought it on the way back and forgot to eat it." As she spoke, she walked to the coffee table and bent down to pick up the ice cream. Suddenly, she frowned and covered her lower abdomen, and sighed softly. Alan hurriedly stepped forward to support Wilma, glanced at the cup of ice cream without leaving a trace, and then asked with concern: "What's wrong? I help you to rest for a while?" Wilma nodded, so Alan helped her into the bedroom, helped her lie down, and said to her: "I'm going to the bathroom." Wilma smiled and nodded. So Alan left the room without any abnormality and went into the bathroom. Almost as soon as he closed the door, he heard an exasperated voice: "Throw away that ice cream!" Alan looked at the mirror, and sure enough, there appeared a silver baby in a black stroller. Alan, who had long been accustomed to this scene, asked: "Is there a problem with that cup of ice cream?" "No problem, but there is also a problem," the voice still seemed a little exasperated, "You will know after you taste it." Before Alan could respond, the scene in the mirror disappeared, and the bathroom was quiet, as if nothing had happened. Alan pondered for a moment, went to the living room, picked up the cup of ice cream, scooped a spoonful and put it in his mouth. His expression twisted instantly, and he looked at the ice cream in his hand incomprehensible. How can there be spicy ice cream in the world? Who came up with this idea? The answer seems obvious-after all, the last time he showed this expression was because he drank a cup of coffee with something added. ... When she woke up in bed, Alice couldn't help but sigh that Amon was really kind. He actually remembered to send her home! It's still on the ground! Alice was moved and decided to start believing from today... Uh, forget it, it's too scary.
Alice dismissed a dangerous idea, got up from the bed and prepared to go out to confirm what time it was today. She got up from the bed, pulled her wrinkled clothes, and decided to change clothes first. After changing clothes, Alice held the clothes she changed with her left hand, put her hand on the door handle, and prepared to open... Hmm? ? ? Where's the door handle? ! Alice stared at the door where the door handle had turned into an empty hole, and fell into deep thought. After pondering for a moment, Alice threw her clothes on the bed, squatted down, put her eyes on the round hole and looked out. What disappointed her was that there was no one looking at her outside the door, nor was there a fantastic and magnificent scene, but only the living room she was familiar with. Alice stood up disappointedly and pushed the door open, looking at the familiar living room, and sighed heavily. Needless to say, this must be Amon's doing. Alice confirmed that it was Saturday by looking at the date of the newspaper in the mailbox. Alice took the newspaper and the letter back to the room, touched her stomach, and decided to eat something first. As Alice's two favorite delicacies in this world, Dixie pie and sweet iced tea are undoubtedly the best partners. In Alice's impression, they always appear together. When you take a bite of Dixie pie, the rich meaty aroma and juice will flow into your mouth, making you hungry. At this time, take a sip of sweet iced tea, and the refreshing sweetness will dispel the greasy feeling brought by the gravy, bringing a wonderful dining experience. Alice found Dixie pie and sweet iced tea by smelling the aroma, bought them happily, and then couldn't wait to take a bite. She fell into deep thought. Her sense of taste... seemed to have disappeared. Alice closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and the rich fragrance lingered around her nose. She took another bite. She could feel the granular meat, the splashing juice, and the outer layer of the cake, but she couldn't taste anything. Alice took a sip of sweet iced tea. The slightly cool liquid slid through her mouth, down her throat into her esophagus, and flowed down without leaking any taste. Alice, standing on the street, looked blank. She subconsciously reached out and pushed the monocle on her right eye, but found that it didn't move. Hmm? Alice reached out again and pushed the monocle very hard, but it still didn't move. Alice fell into deep thought. She remembered the doorknob that disappeared on the bedroom door, and realized that it must have been done by Amon. ...So what should she do? ! Alice chewed it hastily, and after deeply feeling how terrible it was to eat without taste, she began to confirm what exactly disappeared. After tasting the five flavors of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty one by one, Alice finally understood that spicy is indeed a kind of pain. This did not help Alice solve the problem. She reached out and pulled the motionless monocle twice, realizing that if the current situation was caused by the side effects of the monocle, then this matter might not be easy to solve.
After putting the option of "praying to Amon", which sounded very dangerous, at the end of all the options, Alice pondered for a moment and decided to go home and reply to the letter first. ...If I don't reply to the letter, Evelyn might really come to my door. After replying to the letter, Alice was sure that this was definitely related to the monocle that she couldn't take off, so she tried to divine the effect of the monocle. The divination gave the answer. While improving her stealing skills, the monocle took away her sense of taste as a price. This was a harmless side effect, but the monocle was attached with a strange curse - after wearing it, it could not be removed or moved.