Queen Street.

Avella had been frowning since she left Rorschach's apartment.

In the past, she would never have spent so much time thinking about Rorschach, but this time, the calm-faced man made Avella feel familiar and strange.

What the hell happened to him......

A layer of frost seemed to have condensed on Avella's pretty face, but what made her feel strange was that although she still didn't want to pay attention to him, she seemed to have less disgust than before.

People who have a heart on their minds always walk very fast.

When Avella came to her senses, she walked down a strange street.

Where is it?

She was about to leave when she saw a strange figure in a street shop hanging a beautiful necklace from his cuff.

It was a black rope and a strange pendant, and she couldn't see what the black pendant seemed to be writhing because it was so far away.

What's he doing?

Avella slowed down and stared into the small shop.

The mysterious man held the necklace in his hand, the pendant hanging straight over his chest, his arm motionless as if frozen.

His eyes were half-closed, and the atmosphere around him suddenly became very strange.

Then, in Avella's astonished gaze, the pendant moved!

"Beautiful young lady, do you need divination......" His voice carried some ethereal illusions, making Avella feel as if she was ringing in her own heart.

She nodded subconsciously, and when she came back to her senses again, she was already sitting opposite him!

Only then did Avella realize that this man was at least old enough to be his grandfather, and the wrinkles of vicissitudes crawled all over his face, not only his hair, but even his beard and brows were white.

"Miss, you are anxious, suspicious, and uneasy." The old soothsayer's first words made Avella's eyes widen a lot.

However, she also knows that the street soothsayers have a strong ability to capture expressions, and many of them are masters of psychology and can perceive the emotions of their customers.

However, when Avella raised her head and looked into his deep blue eyes, there was a bit of a trance.

"What do you want to divination, beautiful young lady?" The deep-eyed old soothsayer said in a deep voice.

Avella looked around quietly, although there was the street behind her, and there were pedestrians passing by from time to time, she always felt an inexplicable silence.

She thought for a moment and asked with the attitude of giving it a try, "I want to divinate someone, is that okay?" ”

"Of course, everything in the world is under watch." The soothsayer's words made Avella feel a little strange, but the other party immediately took out another thing.

"This time for divination, you need to use a spirit board."

Avella looked at the round black plank, where she had heard some of the girls who loved divination talk about the ritual.

This inconspicuous round board will be written with dense characters, and then the fortune teller will hang the pendulum, and the pendulum will point to the answer.

"Please, please hang it, beautiful young lady." The old soothsayer said.

"Me?" Avella subconsciously took the pendant he handed over.

A strange smile appeared on the wrinkled face of the soothsayer: "Fate belongs to the individual alone, and it is impossible to divinate without connection, miss, you have a deep connection with the person you want to divination, and I am just an interpreter." ”

Avella was stunned, and she inexplicably felt goosebumps on her arms.

The soothsayer's words seemed to bring a cold aura that made her feel uncomfortable.

Why did he ...... Know that it's not me who I'm going to divination?

Avella forced herself not to think about the strange things, and to treat the divination as a game.

This is the game...... It's just a game......

Avella closed her eyes and took a deep breath, finally clearing away a lot of the inexplicable uneasiness in her heart.

She opened her eyes and looked at the strange pendant in her palm, it was commonplace, it seemed to be everywhere.

But Avella always felt as if it was writhing in a vague way......

She rubbed her eyes, looking like business as usual again.

"Please begin, miss."

The old soothsayer spread out his withered hands and spoke in a low voice.

Avella was silent, and after a few moments, she finally lifted her hand and dropped the pendant from her palm.

One time......

Double-click......

Three times ......

The pendant began to shake incessantly on the Ouija board.

It shook irregularly, left, right, before, after, Avira's gaze moved with it, and the soothsayer was silent and silent.

Until...... Gradually, it began to stop.

Eventually, it stopped at a spooky word.

“δεζνξ”

"It's ...... What do you mean? Avella looked at the word she didn't even recognize, she was sure it wasn't Ekassven.

The soothsayer's deep gaze was fixed on the word, and he was about to say something, but his face suddenly changed.

The pendant in Avela's hand, which had stopped swinging, suddenly moved again!

She was startled as she watched the pendant suddenly swing like crazy.

But I didn't exert any force on it at all.

How is this possible?

How could it have moved on its own?

What's even more terrifying is that this time it swings very regularly!

It kept swinging on the Ouija board, but both Avella and the old soothsayer could clearly see its trajectory.

Inverted triangle.

This pendant is constantly drawing inverted triangles on the Ouija board!

……

Is this it?

Rorschach got out of the carriage and looked up at the numbers on the wall.

"One hundred and thirty-eight South Main Street".

Apparently this is a bookstore, and it's not very large, the size of a classroom at an average university.

The sunlight shines through the window, and you can see the old and old bookshelves inside, which are full of books.

"Diser Bookstore ......"

Rorschach watched its name read out loud, and at the same time, his heart moved, the word Dister...... In Ekasswen it means fate.

With his back to the sun, Rorschach walked into the bookstore, and to his surprise, the bookstore was empty, and there was no one at the counter where people should have been sitting.

However, there are two rows of 20 densely packed square cards on the counter.

"What is this, poker?"

Rorschach picked one up and turned it around to look at it.

However, the pattern on the card made him stunned.

On the half-black, half-white deck, there is a strange eye, and under the eyes is a very exaggerated grin, full of madness......

"Hypocrisy, struggle, madness, pain, a secret man from afar."

An old voice rang out behind Rorschach.

He turned his head and saw an old lady who could barely tell the difference between wrinkles and eyes.

"That's what this card means?"

"That's right."

The old lady replied with a smile.

Rorschach also smiled, he casually threw away the cards, and leaned against the counter with his chin propped up, "Twenty cards are too casual to predict a person's life, right?" ”