Alice's Dream Club

Strictly speaking, it was a wall with a huge bust of himself hanging on it.

There is a slight difference between the portrait of the bust and my appearance, and the specific difference is reflected in the age: Compared with the current self, the bust is more mature, closer to the age of thirty.

The clothes he was wearing were also a bit strange, like a standard design of clothing, but it gave people the feeling of a suit.

The reason why it is determined to be here is because of the performance of Alice in different time and space.

It stands to reason that she, who has been maintaining the manor, will definitely clean up and clean up the interior decorations, but Alice, no matter what time of day, will not touch this painting.

And it's not the case where it's not clear that the painting exists.

They knew that the painting was here, but they just wouldn't touch it, as if it was her forbidden area.

This already proves how special this portrait is, right?

More special ones are yet to come.

Obviously Alice has never maintained it once, but the portrait is still not damaged in any way, not even dust has fallen. Based on this alone, Lynch was sure that there must be something wrong with this thing.

... I don't know if I'm scolding myself by saying that...

In short, there must be something wrong with this portrait. Without thinking too much, Lynch touched the corner a little, wanting to see if there was a hidden door or something hidden behind.

The frame is heavy, but still pushable.

But just because of his push, the surrounding Alices immediately reacted with panic and fright.

The degree varies, some ran out of the door immediately, some got under the table directly, and some even lay down straight away.

The plot is slight. After a brief trembling, he began to sing some discontinuous syllables that could not understand the meaning, and then made some actions similar to fighting.

Lynch has no way of knowing what Alice did at that point in time, but theoretically she should be exorcising a demon.

Seeing these pictures, a very bad thought poured out from the bottom of his heart:

If all the current actions can be mapped to the past, is Alice's fear of ghosts caused by her being scared at this moment?

no……

Has anyone guided Alice in the past to achieve this situation in this way?

The more he thought about it, the more flustered he felt, Lynch called Alice telepathically.

Soon Zhengti came in front of him, and taking advantage of the absence of the Second King, she immediately became nervous.

"I've been with you so much, can you still miss me?"

"Think, think about you, want to sleep."

"nerve!"

After pinching Alice's bulging face, Lynch told Alice the truth about his thoughts just now.

Sure enough, her first reaction was to jump up and kick Lynch.

"I just said why the previous residence is always haunted! Especially this broken painting!"

"...It's not... hiss..." Alice absolutely didn't restrain her strength in this kick. Thinking about it, anyone who caught pretending to be a ghost all day to scare her would at least have to beat him first before calling the police and saying that he was suspected of robbery, threats and intentional murder.

Lynch pointed to the portrait: "I mean..."

"It should be impossible for anyone else," Alice responded positively, "No outsider has ever been to the residence or the club. I just sensed here, and no outsider has arrived, so that means..."

Her voice rose sharply.

"My old lady is going to kill you, the culprit, today!"

Alice said that if she was killed, it must be enough to be cremated.

And the noise created by her murder and dismemberment of Lynch also completely cleared the current hall.

Faced with this situation, the only thing Alice can do is:  …

"Look, it's not just me, you're also scaring yourself..." Seeing Alice stare fiercely at himself as a warning, Lynch quickly changed his words, "But it's a good thing, at least the scene is cleared, so we can investigate properly."

Lifting the drawing board with a little force, Lynch motioned Alice to check if there was a hidden door in the wall, while he shone the flashlight on the backing board behind the mural, looking for any hints or guidance recorded on it.

The upshot: they both found nothing.

Seeing that Lynch was very disapproving of the result, Alice snorted angrily: "You can still laugh without secret doors and hints. The Second King's lack of heart is absolutely up to you."

"...It's not like we don't have that kind of thing..."

"But she used your and my data information. If it wasn't for her brain growing crooked, according to the eldest lady, the Second King should be a perfect creature."

Lynch: "..." It's not bad. It directly uses its own genetic information and inherent information clusters to create a core life.

Lynch can still smile, which is naturally a self-comfort for joy in bitterness:

The gratifying thing is that I really didn't make it so simple, but the hard part is what the hell did I do back then! ?

Feeling sorry for himself, Lynch thought that if there are no future generations, at least there are not so many ancients before.

At this point, Lynch began to use his own way of thinking to enter into this matter.

I am used to putting a ring on one thing for insurance. Generally speaking, this practice can be classified as taking off my pants and farting. If I want to hide something or enter and leave a reminder to continue, there must be a requirement: Both conspicuous and absolutely inconspicuous.

Such a large portrait is conspicuous enough, and now it is just a matter of finding more details from the portrait.

Looking at the mature face with his chest resting on his cheeks, Lynch's posture gradually moved closer to that of the portrait unconsciously.

Wait until the same age is automatically unlocked?

This is absolutely impossible, Lynch will not use such a high random variability as a standard: he is also not sure how old he will be found by Alice, or take the initiative to return to Alice.

Then how can I make arrangements for nothing?

Looking at the portrait again, Lynch... didn't look at the portrait.

The portrait is not like the usual method of gazing at a general range of angles. Those eyes have a specific gazing angle and focus direction. He is not looking at a "person", but looking at a certain direction.

Looking along the line of sight of the portrait, the corner of Lynch's mouth finally showed a gratified smile of "I was really a fool before".

——I should have thought of the method of guiding the eyes of the portrait.

Alice saw what Lynch was thinking from his reaction and comparison, but just as she was about to look for it where her eyes were focused, Lynch brought her back.

"What are you doing?"

"Look for a secret door, no, you put it down for me first!"

Gently placing Alice on the ground, Lynch pointed to the portrait behind him.

"Don't you think the position of this portrait is a bit off?"

After thinking about it, Alice kicked Lynch and said, "Just speak human language."

"...It stands to reason that this thing should be hung in a place where you can see it when you enter the door. In addition to pretending to be coercive, it also uses its identity and majestic appearance to create an imposing oppression on visitors, highlighting the nobility of the owner of the portrait. Create a subtle asymmetry with those who come."

"..."

"The direction of its gaze can indeed hide a secret door, but in essence, its wrong position has formed a second misleading, and it is even more useless to hide the original guidance deeper."

Alice continued: "..."

When he said this, Lynch also showed a helpless and broken expression towards himself.

"Actually, I'm still a little curious about how you fell in love with a guy like me who likes to take off his pants and fart... Anyway, the place where the secret door is really hidden should be where the portrait was originally."

After all, Lynch snapped his fingers.

A light arrow without any lethality shot out from his fingertips, and went straight to the hanging lamp in the direction pointed by the portrait's finger.

The moment the arrow of light touched the hanging lamp, muffled sounds resounded from all directions.

Many Alices disappeared into the manor at this moment, and the second king also ran back to the two of them in a bluff.

"Oh my god! It's an earthquake—!"

"Just shout, where did you steal the pillow from?"

Alice glanced sideways at the pillow on the top of the second king's head, and the latter immediately raised his chest confidently.

"Your home is my home, so it's not considered stealing!"

Alice: "..."

The vibration became more and more violent, and the wall where the largest portrait should have been hung finally changed.

There was a depression on its wall, and then a wall panel slowly sank, exposing an extremely complex device organization in it to the sight of the three.

Afterwards, that group of devices protruded outwards and unfolded, transforming into a huge—life-support-like device.

The circular platform can only accommodate one person standing, and the extended mechanical arm stabilizes the semi-arc fixed frames on both sides of the platform, forming an adjustable and controllable cylindrical structure.

At the top is a group of "lids" that can close the entire barrel-shaped structure. There are a group of dense micro-column arrays on the lid. It is suspended by the strongest mechanical arm, and a large number of pipelines are connected between the lid and the complex machinery inside the wall. Between the groups, at least at this stage, apart from looking like a cabin structure, they have no idea what this thing can do.

When the set of devices was deployed, the vibration from the house gradually subsided.

Alice, who was at the same time in different time and space, has long since disappeared, and the atmosphere in the manor castle became much colder in an instant.

Usually when encountering high-tech equipment, it is handed over to the second generation, and this time is no exception. Out of curiosity and safety, Lynch also came over.

After tossing about for a while, the device still didn't respond, and the second generation, who was really at a loss, turned around and asked Lynch for action.

"This thing can't be opened, why don't I try to hit it with my head?"

At that time, Lynch's expression was so wonderful.

Has this girl actually accepted her fate to such an extent! ?

Although I don't know the specific function, but I can always be sure that this thing must be related to the authority of the Shadowlands and the Second World. The equipment involved in this level must be expensive, so Lynch will naturally not let the Second take this risk.

What can I do if it hurts her badly?

Just when the two were in distress, Alice raised a puzzle.

"After talking for a long time, is this device powered on?"