Am I... dead? Alice felt like she was in a sealed box, surrounded by lightless, airtight darkness, and something was tightly attached to her body, leaving no gap. She tried to move, but the things around her wrapped her very tightly. No matter how hard she tried, it was useless. She tried hard, trying to roll, roll gently, just quietly turn over... turn over? Who is she...? The surrounding darkness seemed to have a soul in an instant, and the gorgeous colors spread from one point, dyeing the whole picture. Alice saw a feather pen writing. No ink, no owner, this is... 0-08. A pale hand held the feather pen from behind, and the picture moved along the hand. The man was wearing a double-breasted pure black clergy robe. He had tightly pursed lips, a high nose bridge, and his facial features were like classical sculptures, without a single wrinkle. He was blind in one eye, and the only remaining pupil was a very deep blue, almost deep black. His hair was dark gold, and he wore a soft hat on his head... He was Ince Zangwill! The moment she recognized the man who killed her, Alice finally remembered who she was, and the surrounding scene faded like a tide - when everything was about to be completely shattered, it was reunited by a strange force. Alice saw a country with a faint light in the distance - perhaps it was a country.
Moonflower, deep sleep flower, night herb... Alice, who recognized several familiar herbs, tentatively said: "Goddess?" No one answered. Alice took a few tentative steps forward, and she was not closer to the country with a faint light, nor was she farther away. Stopped again, Alice asked again: "Goddess? Is it... did you save me?" In the silent darkness, Alice heard a soft, distant sigh. "Do you really not know what happened to you?" Alice stood there in confusion. "An unknown existence has erased the existence of the original owner of this body from fate, and stuffed your fate in." Alice froze in place. The goddess who was unwilling to show her face did not seem to want to get her answer or observe her expression. After she finished speaking, the dream suddenly shattered, leaving her no room for thinking. Alice returned to the closed, lightless darkness again - no, this time it was not wrapped as tightly as before, this should be a rectangular box... Speaking of which, why didn't she feel suffocated when she was wrapped so tightly before? A question that was destined to have no answer popped up in Alice's mind. She waved away the question and recalled the last scene in her memory where she was "killed". She realized that she was most likely in a coffin. So, Alice moved her body a few times and reached out to the coffin board. ... Raphael Cemetery at night Azik, with a bronze complexion, stood in front of Klein's grave holding a bunch of white flowers. He didn't speak for a long time. Just when he was about to say something, his eyes and movements suddenly paused. --Another grave next to Klein's grave, the grave of Alice Kingsley, the stone slab that sealed the grave flipped, and then a hand belonging to a girl with a healthy complexion stretched out from it. It was not a zombie, nor a monster, but a living person with breathing and heartbeat, and quite healthy... Realizing this, Azik stopped where he was and watched the owner of the hand push away the tombstone and crawl out of the grave just like that. Then he noticed him standing next to him and hesitantly greeted him: "Hi?"
After greeting the stranger who was disturbed while visiting the grave without getting a response, Alice quietly turned on her spiritual vision to observe the other party's condition. After confirming that the other party was not scared and unable to respond, and was even quite calm, she decided to continue doing her own thing. So, in this strange silence, Alice crawled out of the grave in front of a stranger, brushed off the dirt on her body, checked whether her clothes were intact and whether she had any wounds, and then buried the coffin back and restored the grave. "Fortunately, cremation is not popular in this era..." Alice muttered softly. After handling everything, she raised her head and planned to say something to this person, but then she stopped again. ——A pale hand stretched out from the grave belonging to Klein in front of the stranger. So they all fell into silence, watching their mutual friend crawl out of the grave and join this awkward meeting. Klein: "?" Azik: "?" Alice: "Well... how about you bury the coffin first, and then we go to another place?" They suddenly realized that it was not a good idea for three dead people to chat in the cemetery. They might be discovered by the night watchers at any time. So, Klein, with his wounds not yet fully healed, worked hard to restore his grave to its original state, and then the three dead men left the crime scene and found a safer place. This awkward meeting diluted the sadness they had originally prepared. The three of them looked at each other, and finally Mr. Azik, who was the most experienced in this kind of thing, spoke first: "What are you going to do?" "...Promote cremation in this era?" Alice asked hesitantly, not understanding what Mr. Azik was asking. “…” Klein stretched out his hand and pinched his brows. He had to introduce the two of them. “Alice, this is Mr. Azik, my teacher. Mr. Azik, this is Alice, my… colleague and very good friend.” “Hello?” Alice blinked twice. “Hello,” Mr. Azik nodded, “Have you thought about where to go next? Have you thought about what identity and face you will act as? You know, to other people, you two are already dead.” Alice suddenly realized that she finally realized the real point of the matter, so Alice, who had no experience in this, looked at Klein. “…I don’t know.” Klein’s eyes were full of confusion. After all, he hadn’t seen the last Ince Zangwill, and he was still confused about everything. “Can I ask you something?” Alice turned her head and looked at Mr. Azik. After seeing him nod, she continued, “How are the other night watchers?” “They are all still alive.” Mr. Azik gave a brief answer, which made Klein and Alice feel relieved. "Thank you," Alice thanked him. "You mean, we need a new identity and face, right?"