Klein couldn't help but glance at Alice. If she didn't know the "audience" pathway and was called a writer, then her sentence would be a complete nonsense, just like every sentence Alice had ever said before. He shook his head, looked into Alice's eyes, and said something that seemed a bit haphazard: "Sevia daisy symbolizes happiness." Alice was slightly startled, realizing that this was an answer to her previous question. This is a kind of chrysanthemum that comes in many colors, including yellow and white. The most common variety is golden. As Klein said, this flower symbolizes happiness. But this is not a flower commonly used when sweeping graves - although in theory chrysanthemums are indeed suitable for sweeping graves. However, Alice remembered this kind of flower. She accompanied Klein to meet Benson and Melissa before leaving Tingen City, and Klein gave them this kind of flower. Before she could ask a question, Klein changed the topic: "Alice, besides... uh, is there any other reward you want?" Alice shook her head.
There was nothing she desperately needed, or in other words, there was nothing she desperately needed but couldn't get. After all, she had just experienced something as outrageous as being gifted with extraordinary characteristics. Alice frowned and thought hard for a while, and suddenly had a good idea: "By the way...can you help me sell something?" "What?" Klein was stunned for a moment. Alice shook her head and explained: "Can you help me sell the equipment of the demigod who wants to kill you?" Explosive... explosive equipment? Klein was stunned for a moment before he realized that this should refer to extraordinary characteristics. She really is... Klein glanced at Alice with a slight headache, shook his head, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. ——Compared with the ten thousand gold coins that Reinette Tinichole asked for, the price Alice asked for was too light. This is obviously special care for him, a special preference... Speaking of which, can Alice represent destiny? Klein suddenly shuddered. ——If Alice can represent fate to a certain extent, then, as the object favored by fate, what does he need to pay? Even if she can't... Even if she can't, according to what Alice said, she actually seems to be placing a bet... Although she may not really have any ideas, as far as her success is concerned...the fate that somehow guides her bets, what kind of benefits does she hope to get? Klein thought of Alice's mother's voice for no reason. He felt that his whole body was not well, and he looked at Alice with frightened eyes. In Alice's doubtful gaze... he agreed to her words: "good." Alice blinked blankly and wanted to ask something, but Klein took away her authority and returned to the real world. Above the gray fog, Klein looked at the place where Alice's figure disappeared. After being silent for more than ten seconds, he sighed helplessly.
"If this is the request, it would be the most ideal result..." He whispered to himself, "After all, it's impossible for me to really ignore her... If things really come to that point, I will definitely agree... uh , is this also a part of fate’s calculation?” There was still silence above the gray fog, and no one answered him. He had no choice but to sigh, and after giving Alice some money, he returned to the real world. Taking the money stored in the great Mr. Fool, Alice re-entered the police station and asked the three police officers who were still playing cards: "Um...can you help me transfer the rent arrears to the landlord?" The three policemen looked at each other, as if it was the first time they saw someone come to the door to pay back the money. After Alice stared at them and thought for a few seconds, she asked slightly hesitantly: "Do you need payment for the errands?" The policeman who spoke to her the most took a breath. Although they are not Extraordinary themselves, as Backlund's front-line police officers, they are familiar with Extraordinary events and Extraordinary people to a certain extent - this is a group of people who can create a "gas explosion" level case by themselves alone. Guy. In other words, it was very dangerous, so dangerous that they suspected that Alice could sweep the police station alone as long as she didn't care about the consequences. It sounds outrageous for such a being to run away for not paying the rent, but now that the church has recognized it, they can't say anything and can only find ways to deal with the landlord. As a result, now that the landlord didn't care and rented out the house again, this lady said...she wanted to pay back the money? ! Do you even have to pay them for running errands? They looked at each other, and finally Brooks, who had spoken to Alice the most, said: "What are you talking about? This is our obligation, our responsibility - just leave your money here." "Ah," Alice suddenly understood. She nodded and expressed her gratitude to them sincerely, "I'll excuse you!" "You're welcome," Brooks replied with a polite smile. So Alice left the rent in arrears, bought an ice cream on the street, and then found the subway station to go to Pulitzer Harbour. The sack-style school uniforms she left behind have now become popular in Backlund. The wide and lightweight styles, rough fabrics and gray colors have become the favorite clothes of manual laborers. Alice saw many Those who pull carriages and those who deliver couriers like to wear this kind of clothes. When she got off the subway and came to Pulitzer Harbor, she was even more silent, because this thing was not uncommon among porters at the dock. In fact, Alice saw that this kind of school uniform even appeared in some slightly slim-fitting styles... … Following Intis, Backlund's clothing moved towards modernization in another direction. It was not focused on beauty, but more on ease and comfort - Alice had already seen similar hooded sweatshirts on the street. "It really feels like I'm back home..." Alice boarded the ship heading to Enmatt Port with mixed emotions. This was the closest port to Tingen City. She could have taken the steam train to Tingen City, but considering that she came to Backlund by boat, she finally chose to return by boat. She got off the boat at nightfall. There was no carriage at this time, but the flower shop was closed. Alice did not choose to go to the cemetery just like that, but found a hotel nearby to stay. Early the next morning, Alice got up from bed, took a carriage to Tingen after checking out, and entered a flower shop. "Welcome," a woman put down a pot of flowers and looked at her with a smile, "Do you need anything?" Alice looked around the flower shop, observed the varieties of flowers, and then said: "I need a bouquet of Seville daisies... No, wait."
Her eyes swept across the golden Sevia daisies, and her sharp eyes caught sight of the daffodils next to them. "Daffodils and sevia...can I arrange flowers?" Alice asked. This was a sudden thought. One was that she knew that Klein had lived on Daffodil Street before, and the other was the special nature of this flower - daffodils blooming in early spring, symbolizing new life and hope. In a sense, it actually fits the occasion. After all, the people in these two tombs climbed out... Alice kept her facial expression calm, and the lady who seemed to be the shopkeeper readily agreed to her words: "Of course...what are you going to do?" "That's great," Alice laughed, "I'll take two handfuls - I'm going to visit the grave." "Ah..." The shop owner was stunned for this answer. "It seems you have good news to bring...whose grave are you visiting?" While chatting with Alice, she took out scissors and other tools and prepared to arrange flowers. "My own chiefly," Alice answered honestly. The shopkeeper paused for a moment, glanced at Alice subconsciously, and finally laughed: "Haha, you, you really love to joke..." She subconsciously glanced at the sun outside the window. Unfortunately, the sun was covered by clouds at this time. She just exhaled a breath and took it back instantly, and the movements of her hands became much faster. Alice quickly got the two bouquets of flowers she needed. The white daffodils are placed at a higher position, with their slender stems and elegant flower shapes serving as line elements of the bouquet, adding to the sense of space. Golden Seville chrysanthemums are placed in the middle and lower part of the bouquet. Their full flower heads and dense petals make the bouquet look more plump, three-dimensional and layered. Green leaves or twigs serve as a foil to the bouquet, which not only adds a sense of nature, but also balances the colors, making the overall look more harmonious. Alice took the bouquet from the shopkeeper who was silent and quickly arranged the flowers. She held a handful in each hand, stuck her head out from the middle and said: "Thank you... uh, can you get it for me? I can't pay for it like this." Her bright smile diluted the shadows in many shopkeepers' hearts, so the shopkeeper subconsciously glanced out the window again. The sun that had been blocked just now was now exposed. So the shop owner felt relieved, took the bouquet with a smile and said, "Okay." "How much?" Alice asked, blinking. "Freshly made bouquets will be more expensive, each bouquet will cost you 15 pounds..." the shop owner replied. "Hiss," Alice gasped, "It's so expensive..." She shook her head, took out banknotes and coins one by one, counted out 30 pounds and handed it over, muttering: "Fortunately, I asked for more money... Oh, it would be great if I could really get the paper money." The shopkeeper's expression became hesitant again. She took the money hesitantly, handed the bouquet back to Alice, and then looked at the sun outside the window. Fortunately, the sunshine was still too...warm, which made her slightly relieved. However, after Alice stepped out of the flower shop, the dark clouds seemed to have sensed it and covered the sunshine again.
At this moment, an unknown wind blew up and blew into the room. The shop owner shuddered subconsciously. She looked at the direction Alice left and found that she had disappeared into the crowd at some point. So fast...? The shopkeeper trembled in fear, hurriedly moved the flowers back to the door of the shop, closed the door, and hurried towards the church. Alice didn't know what the shopkeeper was doing behind her. She blended into the crowd with two bouquets of flowers, found a lucky coachman, and took the carriage to Raphael Cemetery. After two seconds of silence at the entrance to the cemetery, Alice decided to give up searching for her own tomb. She came to the door of the gravekeeper's hut, knocked on the door with difficulty with her elbow, and then shouted: "Is anyone here?" An old man walked out, and Alice saw his gray hair and wrinkled skin. The old man was wearing a black robe and asked her in a hoarse voice: "What happened?" "I want to find the graves of Alice Kingsley and Klein Moretti," she said. The old man glanced at her, and it seemed that this was not the first time he had encountered such a situation. He said to Alice in a voice that sounded old: "Well... please wait a moment." The old man then returned to the hut, and after a while he pushed the door open. Alice saw that he was holding a dim lantern in his right hand, and a booklet in his other hand, which seemed to be a road map. "Follow me." The old man said to her. Alice immediately followed him, and as she walked, she asked curiously from behind: "Isn't it daytime now? Why are you holding a lantern?" The old man led the way in front and responded: "This is for peace of mind." "After working in the cemetery for a long time, you will always encounter some strange things... Are you here to sweep the graves?" "Yes." Alice nodded, and then remembered that the old man could not see. The old man continued to ask as he walked: "Look at the flowers you prepared... Are the people in the graves important to you? " Alice was stunned for a moment, and looked down at the flowers in her hand blankly, and an idea popped up. ...So, the flowers I prepared are very expensive = I have a good relationship with the people in the tomb? This is indeed a flawless deduction. Alice was choked and decided to confirm the gravekeeper's speculation: "Yes...very important, one is a former colleague and now a very good friend, and the other is myself." The gravekeeper paused and looked back at her. She was alive, with smiling eyes and rosy face, and she was full of vitality. The gravekeeper just glanced at her, then looked at the sun in the sky, and continued to walk. "It's better not to make such jokes in the cemetery. "The gravekeeper warned unhappily. Alice opened her mouth, wanting to make sure it wasn't a joke, but she thought about it and closed it again - it sounded weird.
Under the guidance of the old man, they walked a little further and finally came to a row of graves. "It should be here..." The old man walked in along the road, stopped in front of two graves, and got closer to look at the names and photos on the graves. "Klein Moretti... Yes, that's it," the old man nodded, continued forward, and walked to the next grave, "Alice Kingsley..." He moved closer and saw the name on the tombstone and the black and white photo above the name with his cloudy eyes. Then, his movements paused for a moment, and he turned around and looked at Alice. -The only difference between this vivid girl's face and the black and white photo on the tombstone is the difference between black and white and color, flat and three-dimensional. (End of this chapter)