When it was close to five o'clock in the evening, the rain that had been falling all afternoon finally stopped, but the sky above the city was still covered with clouds and the sky was dark, as if dusk was ushering in before the scorching summer sun had completely set in the west.

Alice was wearing a long white coat over her shoulders and was sorting out the labels on the bottles and jars in the medicine cabinet with some boredom. She was sorting out the bundles of herbal medicine bags for Shermin, who was in charge of purchasing today, and at the same time she was quietly planning in her mind.

subsequent actions.

At this moment, someone knocked twice on the door of the medicine preparation room.

She looked up and saw Dr. Mikhail standing by the door, smiling and lifting the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose.

"Alice, it looks like there won't be any more patients coming to the clinic today. Please tidy up and get off work early. The rain has stopped now, but looking at the weather outside, I don't know when it will start raining again.

I remember you didn’t bring an umbrella today…”

If she had the opportunity to go back earlier, Alice would naturally not let down other people's kindness.

She nodded calmly, barely suppressed the many thoughts in her heart, and thanked Dr. Mikhail in a decent and polite manner for his considerate suggestion.

So she quickly ended the work at hand, closed the door of the medicine cabinet again, locked the door to the medicine plantation garden, and after completing her duties as usual, she took off her clinic assistant's clothes.

Long coat, hang it back on the coat rack in the office.

Alice, who put her casual coat back on, walked to the door of the reception room, said goodbye to the doctor who was looking through the medical records, and turned around and walked out of the clinic.

Until her figure gradually faded away, Mikhail finally put down the blank medical record in his hand, took off his glasses and leaned back on the chair. He closed his eyes as if he was tired and sighed softly.

"Goodbye, Alice..."

I don’t know when it started, but it started raining outside the window again.

A girl dressed in a ruffled shirt top and a knee-length skirt is walking on the street with the street lights on. She has a light brown windbreaker jacket that she took off between her arms. She is strolling leisurely in the rain.

It's like taking a walk after lunch.

Aimless and following one's will.

But whether it was the passers-by who hurried past her holding an umbrella, or the taxi driver who was waving his whip and driving the carriage on the street looking for guests, they seemed not to see this slightly lonely figure, let alone this figure who had never held an umbrella.

Miraculously, the girl's body was not wet at all.

It was as if there was some kind of invisible barrier, and it was as if the rain had actively and consciously avoided this figure. She was in the rain, but she seemed to be isolated from the world, watching in silence, watching this land indifferently.

This city in the rain.

Nearly two months and about fifty days have passed since she arrived in this city called Tingen.

The exhaustion and weakness when crossing the astral passage have long been recovered, and when establishing contact with the resident of this world "Cline Moretti" in the name of "Alice", Alice chose Klein as her

The Oath Keepers, whose spellcasting ability was restricted to third-level spells by some unknown rules, was finally liberated.

Even if she is besieged by a team of people with extraordinary abilities and encounters props with strange abilities, she will not be at a disadvantage, let alone be caught.

And now...

Alice has spread her footprints all over the city.

She has seen dilapidated houses in dirty slums, and has also been to the solemn city hall building; she has stopped outside factories filled with pungent smells, and listened attentively next to schools where the sound of books was being read.

She has seen good and bad, and discerned good and evil.

But good and bad don't mean much to her.

She is neither a witness nor standing in the position of judging others. She is just watching all this and the various destinies of the people living here that this land tells her.

"Then let's start from the beginning."

Whispering at a volume that only she could hear, Alice slowly walked towards the street leading to the north district of the city.

She stopped at the house number reading No. 19 Halls Street, and looked at the empty house with her eyes closed.

Illusive lines stretched out from the ground, pulsing with the breath of life like a living thing, allowing her to see scenes of strange scenes that were no different from hallucinations in the dark and boundless field of vision.

An old man over fifty years old and a brown-haired middle-aged man in a black classical robe were gathered around a dark black notebook spread out on the table. They were transcribing some content with joyful and ferocious expressions...

"Next location."

She kept her eyes closed and walked step by step to the door of No. 35 Halls Street, where the Ten Bells Bar signboard was hung.

Another invisible and illusory line quietly emerges from the buried life trajectory.

It was still the old man who was over fifty years old, and the brown-haired middle-aged man wearing a black classical robe. They were sitting at opposite ends of a round table, entertaining the third person at the table, a young man with a rich figure.

The man, and the dark black notebook that also appeared in the previous scene was placed on the table.

Quietly, the visitors from another world crossed the rain curtain and arrived at the Deville Library in Jinwutong District.

Over fifty years old, an old man with gray-blue eyes and a young man wearing round glasses and a plump forehead sat on adjacent seats in the library room, discussing something in a low voice. The book placed in front of them was a

A religious book about the belief in the gods of the Fifth Age, with mysterious and weird and ominous illustrations on the pages.

Connected by illusory lines, the girl strolled back to the Halls neighborhood and stopped in front of a residential house that she had never passed before.

This time, Klein's figure appeared in the picture shown by her pulling the lines.

He, the young man with a rich figure, and a young lady wearing gauze gloves, the three of them divided their labors to place the dark black strange notes in the center of the ritual circle, lit a few dark candles, and spoke.

The shape changes from time to time, as if muttering something...

The next line comes from a somewhat familiar residential building in the West District.

Klein's eyes in the past image were dull, and he dropped the dark-covered notebook on the ground like a zombie. He knocked on the door and turned to leave. A slightly bloated man opened the door and picked up the notebook.

, with a puzzled look on his face.

Following the invisible guidance, Alice's figure appeared outside a warehouse in the dock area.

Her eyes remained closed, but she stared at a certain patch of road with dark traces on the ground as if she could see, and stood silently for a long time.

…

On the outskirts of Tingen, there is a house with a dark red chimney.

Ince Zangwill walked up to the second floor, opened the door of the master bedroom, went straight to the window, and sat down behind the desk.

He held the holder of a quill pen in his hand, but he seemed to have no intention of writing. Instead, he opened the closed notebook on the table and found several descriptions with a gloomy expression.

"...The Nighthawks solved the 'Dockside Monster', solved the out-of-control Rhyl Bieber, and successfully resolved a crisis that may have threatened the lives of innocent people, but they will soon face an attack by members of the Secret Order...

…”

"... What's puzzling is that Klein didn't die, but reversed the situation and killed the member of the Secret Order of Sequence 7.

The sound of gunfire attracted two agents who were patrolling nearby to investigate the situation. Although Dunn Smith came into contact with the Antigonus family's notes, he did not rush to read them because he was concerned about the presence of agents.

Content……"

"...It doesn't matter. Although Klein accidentally got a reminder from Azik who was hiding a secret and saw the dark red chimney house where Ince Zangwill was, he had very bad luck. He always looked for

Without the correct target, it may take several months before he can locate the real dark red chimney house..."

"An unreasonable phenomenon happened again! Klein hired a taxi and went to the outskirts of Tingen to look for red chimney houses! Where did he get this information? Whose help did he accept? This... Such a development is absolutely unreasonable.

It's illogical and inconsistent with common sense! There must be some variable that Ince Zangwill has overlooked..."

"Although the image of the 'True Creator' that Dunn Smith saw in his dream did not contaminate him, it succeeded in exacerbating his mental instability and making him prone to losing control - that's how it should be

, until Klein, the genius who summed up the 'acting method', the newcomer Nighthawk who submitted a special application for promotion in just the past month, told Dunn Smith the secret of acting and helped the opponent stabilize his state!"

Summarized the acting method yourself? Genius?

The former archbishop with a gloomy expression, Ince Zangwill, twitched the corners of his mouth and sneered.

The knuckles of his fingers holding the quill holder were so hard that they almost turned white. The veins on the back of his hands and arms protruded ferociously, as if he was suppressing something with all his strength.

After a while, he turned his still intact eye, looked at the blank space on the page where no ink had been left, picked up the pen and started writing:

"Ince Zangwill does not believe the authenticity of this coincidence, but he has no choice. The original plan may need to be changed a little. A new story has emerged..."

The quill pen that was about to drop ink suddenly stopped.

Ince Zangwill thought that this weird-tempered "0-08" sealed object would try to escape from his control again and start writing on its own. He had not thought about how to continue to arrange this dramatic story that happened in Tingen.

, so he relaxed his strength and planned to see what "0-08" would write first. If the development trend was too unfavorable to him, he would hold the pen in time to prevent it from writing complete sentences.

Thinking like this, he looked intently at the beginning of the new line, looking at the content written word by word in "0-08":

She saw it.

"She saw it? Who saw it?" Ince Zangwill frowned, extremely confused by this new paragraph that had no clue and no foreshadowing.

"She saw the story written by Ince Zangwill. All the characters connected by lines, all the events engraved into memory by the land, she saw them all, saw them all, saw them...

…”

The broken "0-08" quill pen that seemed to be writing phrases repeatedly suddenly stopped, but suddenly changed to a new paragraph, and the handwriting became unrestrained and scrawled without warning:

"She - He is looking, looking at you, and also looking at me, looking..."

A pair of eyes as bright as the starry sky and as deep as the deep sea opened.

It pulls countless formless illusory lines from bottom to top, rising from the ground to the sky, pulling the manipulated life trajectories into a ball.

It followed the direction extended by these lines and looked at the dark red chimney house in the suburbs.

Ince Zangwill had no idea what happened, and he didn't know what made "0-08" write such abnormal words, but he instinctively had a premonition of an approaching crisis, and was about to hold the quill pen again.
To be continued...