The detective is dead, I did it.

Chapter 66 Alice the Flower Girl

The shout sounded somewhat familiar, and Li Ang tried hard to recall it in his mind, but his consciousness kept sinking downwards.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in a prison cell.

The ground was cold stone, covered with a thin layer of dry grass. The walls were rough granite, with dark green moss growing in the cracks.

The front of the cell was a row of rusty iron bars. Beyond the bars was a narrow passageway, and across the passageway was another cell. Further away, more cells appeared in the darkness, arranged in a huge arc.

He looked down at himself; his clothes were still the same, and even the detective's badge in his pocket was still there.

He stood up, walked to the iron railing, grasped the two cold iron bars, and looked out.

There was a person lying in the cell across the street.

She had long blonde hair, leaned against a stone wall, her head hanging down in front of her chest, and her hands resting on her knees.

Alice Klein. The armed detective who was the first to make a move in the courtroom and was instantly killed by the pink-haired girl.

However, there was no blood on the other party's dark blue uniform, and the wound on his chest from the longsword had completely disappeared.

Li Ang stared at her for a few seconds, then called out, "Alice."

No response.

"Alice!" he raised his voice.

The woman moved slightly, then slowly raised her head and opened her eyes.

She frowned when she saw Li Ang standing in the opposite cell and her own surroundings.

"Who are you?"

What happened?

Seeing the genuine blank look on the other person's face, Li Ang quickly used his ability.

Alice Kleus. Flower girl. Special marker: Participant in the Witch Trial, identity memory being reset.

Aside from the other person's name, there's no other information. Could it be due to the influence of this so-called witch trial game?

"What do you remember?" Li Ang asked.

Alice lowered her head, looking at her undamaged chest, and gently pressed her fingers on the dark blue fabric, feeling the still-beating heart beneath her skin.

Her brows furrowed even more.

"I am... Alice. Alice Clius. But why am I here? Shouldn't I be selling flowers? If I go home late, my mother will scold me."

Hearing the strange words Alice uttered, Li Ang became even more confused.

Could this be the effect of identity memory reset? It makes an armed detective believe he's just an ordinary person? But why doesn't it work on me?

"Who are you?" Alice asked, looking at Li Ang.

Li Ang did not explain.

He took a step back, summoned his black sword, and then swung it fiercely at the railing in front of him!

The blade struck the iron railings, sparks flew, and then both railings snapped in two.

Li Ang walked out of his cell and came to the door of Alice's cell.

"You...could you be the detective?"

Upon seeing the black knife in Li Ang's hand, Alice's eyes lit up instantly, and even the wariness in her eyes lessened considerably.

It seems that Alice's memories have only been affected, but her basic memories have not been lost.

What Li Ang is worried about now is whether this situation is limited to her alone, or whether everyone except herself has been affected?

"Yes. I'm a detective."

Li Ang gestured for Alice to step back a few steps, then repeated the same trick, cutting a gap in her cell large enough for one person to pass through.

He held out a hand. "Come out first. This isn't the place to talk."

Alice placed her hand on it, stepped out through the gap, and stood properly beside Li Ang.

"Thank you for saving me, Detective."

"You really don't remember anything?"

Li Ang carefully observed Alice in front of him. Her longsword was gone. It seemed that it had either been swallowed by this magical place, or it was a summoned creature like his black sword.

But if she forgets even her combat experience, then her current combat strength might not even be as good as that of a passerby with a knife.

"Do you recognize me, Detective?" she asked.

"Alice Klein." Leon leaned against the broken railing, arms crossed. "We met today."

"But I don't remember." Alice shook her head, still looking blank.

"Because your memory has been reset."

Alice's expression changed from blank to confused, and then to anxious.

"Reset?" She instinctively covered her head, then looked at her hands, noticing a thin layer of calluses on her palms.

"How is it? Can you remember?" Li Ang asked.

"I only remember that I should have a sword," Alice said, bewildered. "But when I reached out my hand, there was nothing there."

Her hand made a grasping motion in the air, as if holding an invisible sword hilt, and with a slight twist of her wrist, she made a gesture of sheathing the sword.

The movement was fluid and natural, like an instinct that had been practiced countless times and was etched into muscle memory.

Li Ang nodded as he watched her actions.

Although the other person is still in the process of memory reset, at least they can still remember some things, which is a good thing.

He straightened up from the railing and looked down into the corridor. Although he didn't know where the others were, his immediate priority was to find the other detectives.

"Come with me," he said.

Alice didn't ask where they were going, nodded, and followed behind him, keeping a step's distance.

This distance is not so far that you would get separated in the dark, nor would it affect your sword-wielding movements; it's a distance that someone who has fought would subconsciously maintain.

Obviously, even though the memory has been reset, some small physical habits are still difficult to change.

Li Ang walked along the corridor until he came to a fork in the road, where he hesitated.

"Choose this one," Alice suddenly said, pointing to the corridor on the right.

Why?

"I can feel the wind moving around here, but not on the other side. It must be a dead end."

Is this the strength of a Sequence 6 Armed Detective? Even when struggling with identity confusion, they can instinctively identify the exit.

Li Ang recalled the pink-haired girl and the last thing he heard from her, a furious shout. It must have been the association's higher-ups discovering something amiss in the courtroom and rushing over.

Rosalind is the name of that girl.

I just don't know if those big shots in the Detective Association will be able to find them.

Setting aside his thoughts for the moment, Li Ang followed Alice's instructions and walked into the right-hand corridor. At the end, he saw a wooden door, and when he pushed it open, a familiar person appeared before him.

There was a person standing in the room. Long white hair, a dark gray trench coat, his back to the door, and his head down.

Hearing the door open, she turned around and sized up the newcomer with her beautiful blue eyes.

It was Charlotte.

She glanced at the two of them, then met Li Ang's gaze with a hint of scrutiny in her eyes.

"Who are you?"