Alice had not had time to think through any more details when the room door suddenly opened.
Someone had come in!
Alice instinctively shifted, wanting to hide, but then realized there was no need—no one could see her anyway.
Alice silently remained where she was.
Two people came in. They checked the room, then one of them shook his head and said to the other:
"She ran away."
Huh?
Alice blinked her eyes, realizing that Sylvia had actually been under surveillance.
So they never really believed her. Then why write to me... to fish for information?
A subtle displeasure passed through Alice's heart. Remembering the casually written letter, she stared at the two of them and considered whether she should do something to teach Winfred a lesson.
How dare she... Hmm, no, I said I couldn't do that before...
Her spirituality stirred before Alice calmed it again. Klein's warning and that belated birthday present had left a deep enough impression on her, and she gave up some excessively nasty ideas.
After all, Winfred's letter had been written to Briel Rose, not me... Alice pursed her lips and suddenly remembered Evelyn.
Somewhat irritated, she lifted her foot and kicked the threshold. Her dim, unreadable gaze swept over the two people who had finished investigating and were preparing to leave and report back.
As expected, the person in front tripped over the threshold and fell to his knees. The one following close behind stepped on the first person's foot, and both of them fell to the ground.
Alice watched as they got up from the floor in confusion, suspiciously checked the room again, found nothing, and left. Then she suddenly had an idea:
"How about turning this room into something like a 'cursed room,' where everyone who enters it suffers misfortune..."
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