The detective is dead, I did it.

Chapter 69 Alice Died Again

In her mind, she was just an ordinary person who had been inexplicably dragged into this, but the feeling of being fooled made her inherent irritability completely overwhelm her fear.

The pink-haired girl looked at her with the expression of someone looking at a Chihuahua barking at her.

She sighed. "My time is running out," the lighthearted tone in her voice had faded, replaced by a cold indifference. "There's no room for waste. Since you don't understand explanations—"

Rosalind's gaze shifted from her, swept across the crowd, and landed on one person.

Alice. She stood at the edge of the crowd, her face filled with confusion as the one whose memories were most distorted.

It was as if she really was just an ordinary flower girl who had been suddenly drawn into this extraordinary killing game.

Rosalind stretched out her hand and snapped her fingers.

The sound wasn't loud, but Li Ang felt his heartbeat overlap with the snap for a moment, as if it had pulled him along, causing his heartbeat to quicken considerably.

As she snapped her fingers, Alice's body trembled, and then the expression on her face changed instantly.

She raised her head, and the confusion of "Who am I? Where am I?" that had been in her golden eyes was gone, replaced by the sharp light that Li Ang had shown when he first met her in the courtroom.

She remembered everything.

She herself was Alice Kleus, a Sequence 6 armed detective, while the pink-haired girl in front of her was a despicable witch who dared to barge into the courtroom alone and cause trouble.

That's it.

"You witch!!!"

Alice clenched her right hand in the void, and silver light condensed in her right hand, quickly forming the familiar longsword.

Without any hesitation, she gripped the hilt of her sword, leaned forward, and sprang out from the crowd, becoming a blur as the tip of her sword aimed straight for Rosalind's chest.

It's exactly the same as the courtroom.

The ending was exactly the same.

The longsword pierced Alice's chest, and blood gushed from the wound.

Although her eyes were still open, the light in them began to fade, her chest gradually stopped heaving, and she fell forward, crashing heavily to the ground. Her eyes, which had just regained their clarity, lost focus once more.

Everyone's expression changed instantly.

Caltacia, who had just been angrily rebuking Rosalind, was now pale-faced and took several steps back, trying to distance herself from her.

The others weren't much better off; everyone's eyes were filled with fear as they looked at Rosalind, except for three people.

Li Ang was one of them.

He had already witnessed this scene in the courtroom and knew how terrifying the pink-haired girl in front of him was.

He knew very well the speed and power of Alice's sword strike, which was a full-force attack from a Sequence 6 Armed Detective. Yet he was instantly killed twice. Anyone would be afraid of that.

However, he remained expressionless, took half a step forward, and shielded Charlotte behind him.

Charlotte, who was being protected behind Li Ang, looked at the tall back of the man in front of her, smiled slightly, and then immediately put it away.

The presiding judge, Eloise Hope, stood quietly on the other side of the round table, her expression obscured by the light reflecting off her silver-rimmed glasses.

But judging from her unwavering stance, she clearly wasn't too afraid.

Rosalind glanced down at Alice's corpse, clicked her tongue softly, and said, "Please don't be afraid, everyone. At least I've eliminated one option for you, haven't I?"

Then she pointed her index finger at Li Ang from afar, saying, "You are not only the only man here, but also the first person to see through the true nature of this game."

"Although the way you swung your knife at me earlier was very rude, I've decided to give you a special reward."

Li Ang subconsciously summoned the black blade.

He didn't know what the so-called "reward" was, but he was certain that the "reward" this pink-haired witch was talking about was not the same as what normal people understood.

Rosalind took out the card from which she had explained the rules earlier and handed it to Li Ang.

"This is your unique identity, and I look forward to seeing how you perform."

Just then, Li Ang noticed that her body was becoming illusory, and the finger that had been pointing at him had disappeared.

"Looks like it's time." She looked down at her disappearing fingers, a hint of regret in her voice.

"Then——

The witch's trial has officially begun.

At this moment, Rosalind's voice also became intermittent, like the static on a radio that hasn't been tuned properly.

"If you...cannot find the witch...you will all...die here..."

Then her figure completely disappeared.

"What on earth is going on?" someone whispered.

"have no idea."

"Look at the ground."

Alice's body was gone, but the pool of blood on the ground remained, and at the edge of the bloodstain, a line of text appeared.

"Day One. The witch has chosen her prey. The vote at dawn will decide her fate."

Charlotte crouched down where Alice had fallen, and reached out a finger to touch the pool of blood on the ground that was not yet completely dry.

Then she held it to her nose and smelled it, wiped the red off her fingers with the hem of her skirt, and stood up.

"It's real. It's not a hallucination."

When Li Ang arrived at the spot where Alice had fallen, he vaguely saw what appeared to be a small red flower in the pool of blood.

After he picked it up, a prompt appeared on it.

[Evidence: Alice's little red flower, her most treasured possession and the last thing she brought from home before leaving her mother.]

Although he didn't know what use it would be, Li Ang put it away first, took a step forward, and everyone's eyes shifted from the corpse to him.

In this space where no one remembers each other, he was just a stranger who stood up, not knowing why he had to stand up.

"Listen up, everyone. My name is Leon Moriarty. I am an armed detective."

He took out his identification from his clothes and summoned his black sword to prove his identity.

Sure enough, upon seeing the identification and black knife in Li Ang's hand, the eyes of the group of girls lit up instantly, especially Charlotte's, whose gaze was the most intense.

Shirley was the first to speak. She stepped out from the crowd, her carefree smile still on her face. "I never expected you to be a detective! By the way, is that knife you're holding part of your ability? Can I borrow it and take a look?"

She reached out and touched the black knife without any hesitation.

Li Ang did not refuse, letting the other's small hands roam freely over his black knife, during which Sherry even flicked it.

"Wow! It's big and long, and it even moved. How interesting!"

Li Ang felt something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it, so he put the black knife away.

One of the girls came over and stood in front of Li Ang. She was almost a head shorter than him, but when she looked up at him, her eyes did not show much fear.

"You're really a detective? Then you can definitely lead us out of here, right? You can handle that pink-haired woman, right?"

She asked three questions in a row, her tone becoming increasingly urgent and her voice increasingly louder. Li Ang did not interrupt her, but shook his head after she finished speaking.

"I can't handle her. She's far superior to me."