Alice's body suddenly froze. The voice came from right next to her. The female demigod approached her at some point. The crowd behind them passed through them, but they didn't seem to notice them. Even the commentator didn't realize that there was one less person in the team. He left the exhibition hall with the remaining people. The next visiting team entered the exhibition hall, but they still didn't notice them. The new guide's attitude naturally guided the new tourists, and the new tourists also wandered in front of the exhibition cabinets, and no one noticed that they were in the exhibition hall. of them. Just as the next team was about to leave, the female demigod's voice sounded again: "Why don't you speak?" Alice controlled her body to rotate slowly and faced the demigod. The female demigod's gaze fell on her. Her face was covered by gauze. With only a pair of eyes, she could not judge the other person's emotions. Alice looked at the demigod in front of her and said nothing. The only thing she was sure of was that the demigod in front of her had no murderous intentions for her yet. ...So, what does she want to do? "You seem to be very familiar with the things here," the female demigod's voice sounded again, "love poems, novel manuscripts, basic education textbooks...even games that have not been circulated to the outside world." Alice met the female demigod's gaze and tried to keep her voice calm: "I, I just admire Emperor Russell very much..." Under the gaze of the other party, Alice's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared.
This was really a poor excuse. The female demigod in front of her just looked at her calmly and asked, "Do you believe what you said?" Alice fell silent, considering that although the demigod in front of her was a demigod, he had done nothing to her until now, he just trapped her here, so she tentatively asked: "You too?" This sentence was spoken in Chinese, but the other person's eyes showed that she didn't understand it at all, so Alice was silent for a moment and tried to ask again in more international English: "You too?" However, the other person's eyes did not change. She still did not understand English. She looked at Alice and asked, "What do those two sentences mean?" Alice opened her mouth, but didn't know how to explain. She realized that the person in front of her was not a time traveler, but she seemed to care about these things. Could it be... Alice suddenly thought of a possibility, and she asked hesitantly: "Do you have anyone familiar with these things?" The other party's eyes changed. The female demigod's expression was no longer peaceful, and her voice suddenly changed from an ordinary calmness to a calmness that suppressed emotions: "What does it mean to know these things?" The other party's gaze suddenly became heavy, and the fluctuating emotions let out the demigod's pressure that had been deliberately restrained, and Alice's face turned pale again. ——Excessive spiritual intuition can make extraordinary people unable to hide in front of her, and can also make her almost lose the ability to resist when facing high-sequence powerful people. No, to be precise, she might not even have the heart to resist... Remembering how she ran away in panic when she met the mercury snake, Alice's eyes flashed. The other party noticed Alice's discomfort, regained control of her breath, and frowned, waiting for Alice's answer. It seemed that she had no intention of forcing the answer for the time being... Alice lowered her eyes and asked tentatively: "Why don't you just ask the other party directly?" Then the aura of this female demigod suddenly became dangerous. The cold eyes made Alice tremble uncontrollably. It wasn't until Alice was about to stand unsteadily that the other party regained her breath and replied coldly: "If I could, would I still ask you here?" Alice fell silent, and she realized that if this was the case, either the two of them had broken up, or... the other party was no longer there. Alice sighed softly, stared in the direction of the showcase and said, "I need to know that person's identity and relationship with you first." "Do you think you have the qualifications to bargain?" The other party frowned. "I think you want to get to know that person." Alice said softly, looking at the display case.
"..." The other party did not speak immediately. After examining Alice for a while, she also looked in the direction of the showcase, "He is the protagonist of today's exhibition." ! ! ! Alice turned her head with a huge movement, and her eyes were filled with surprise. Thinking of the identity of the other female demigod, Alice suddenly guessed her identity, and blurted out: "Bernadette?!" Bernadette looked away from the showcase and looked at Alice with a cold expression. She said nothing, but she obviously acquiesced in the answer. Alice looked at Bernadette in front of her, and uncontrollably recalled the sentence "The witch tastes so good" in her mind, and suddenly understood why the emperor did not teach his child Chinese. No, you can't lift up your senior's pants like this... Alice restrained a dangerous thought in time and decided to leave the last trace of dignity in front of her daughter for this senior time traveler she had never met before. Then, Alice said to Bernadette with a strange expression: "In a sense, he can be regarded as the predecessor of me and people like us." "Senior?" Bernadette repeated the word in confusion. "The senior who almost blocked the path of the junior." Alice replied, maintaining the same expression as before. "What do you mean by people like you?" Bernadette asked with a frown, "What do you mean by almost blocking the way for the younger generation?" "People like us means that in this world, there are not only me and him who can recognize these things." Alice explained her words to Bernadette, "As for almost blocking the way for the younger generation... Don't you think that many of his works don't seem to be written by the same person?" Bernadette was slightly startled. "The work will reflect the author's thoughts, personality, experience, etc. There is a saying that the work contains the author's soul," Alice continued to explain her words, "Do you think his works are really written by him?" "...I don't know," Bernadette finally replied, "I...I have never thought about such a question." "You admire him like most people, right?" Alice asked with a sigh. Bernadette's eyes hesitated, she didn't nod or shake her head. "He loves you very much," Alice whispered. "Those notes he wrote during his lifetime that are circulated are actually diaries - you should know this, right?" Leave some pants for the emperor (referring to the taste of witches is really good)