Yan Ning stared intently at the Mad Hatter, then suddenly lowered his voice and asked:

"The Mad Hatter, how come there's blood on your hat...?"

"Blood?"

The Mad Hatter was clearly taken aback, his eyes showing a hint of panic. "Impossible!"

He subconsciously reached out to touch the brim of his hat, rubbing his fingers on it, but didn't actually take the hat off to look at it.

This reaction is strange! Yan Ning's heart skipped a beat.

She deliberately banged his hat hard just now, and now she says there's blood on it. Logically, shouldn't he take it off and check it?

The problem lies with this hat!

Yan Ning felt reassured, a barely perceptible smile playing on her lips. She took a step closer, her tone slightly coercive:

"What, you don't even dare to take it off and look at it?"

The Mad Hatter pressed the hat down harder on his head, making it even tighter.

He feigned nonchalance and changed the subject: "Oh, beautiful lady, forget about the hat, think about my problem instead."

Why does a crow resemble a writing desk?

Yan Ning did not respond.

She walked straight up to the Mad Hatter, suddenly reached out, grabbed the brim of the hat, and forcefully flipped it up!

"Sizzle—"

An indescribable stench assaulted Yan Ning's nostrils, causing him to frown.

What was showing under the hat was not a normal human face at all!

His head was mangled and ripped open, with a gruesome gash, and thick, black blood was dripping down the brim of his hat.

"Aaaaaah! My hat! Give it back to me! I can't take it off!"

The Mad Hatter screamed like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, waving his hands wildly in the air.

Yan Ning immediately turned around, his sharp gaze fixed on the March Hare still munching on its "cake" beside him, and shouted loudly:

"March Hare! Stop biting! Look at your ears! They're covered in blood! Can't you smell it?"

The March Hare quickly covered its long ears with its paws, its green eyes filled with terror:

"Blood?! Nonsense! Impossible!"

The Mad Hatter, now without his hat, and the March Hare, now exposed, both let out piercing screams.

Yan Ning stood there, watching their panicked expressions, and suddenly understood.

She took a deep breath and said firmly:

"Enough! You are not the Mad Hatter and the March Hare!"

"You're just two...dead men!"

These words pierced the illusion like a knife.

The Mad Hatter and the March Hare's exquisite, doll-like appearance began to peel and melt, like cheap paint.

Their bodies trembled and contorted violently, revealing their true form—

A man whose head was smashed to pieces, and a woman who was missing an ear.

Their faces were filled with terror and pain.

"Aaaaah! Our faces! They're so ugly! Change back! Change back!"

The two men clutched their shattered cheeks tightly, letting out desperate cries.

Yan Ning looked at them; the truth was now completely clear.

This eerie tea party space is a dream created by the resentment of these two people after their deaths.

In this dream, they believed themselves to be immortal puppets.

The only way is to shatter this dream and remind them who they are.

Judging from their terrible injuries, they must have been injured in a fall from a great height!

"You are from thirty years ago."

Yan Ning's voice was clear and calm, "The two people who fell to their deaths from the Alice roller coaster, your resentment has trapped you, and it has also trapped this place."

"But a fake is still a fake."

"You're talking nonsense!"

The man and woman suddenly raised their heads, their shattered faces showing only madness:

"We are the Mad Hatter and the March Hare! Go to hell!"

Like two wild beasts that had gone completely mad, they pounced on Yan Ning with bared teeth and claws!

Yan Ning stood still, her eyes showing no sign of panic.

This is the moment she's been waiting for!

The lightning-struck wooden stick hidden behind his waist was instantly pulled out, accompanied by a whooshing sound, and swept fiercely towards the two people rushing towards him.

The moment the lightning-struck wood touched their bodies, it burst into a blinding white light!

"Aaaaaah—!"

A heart-wrenching scream rang out.

Their bodies convulsed and twisted violently in the white light.

Because Yan Ning completely exposed the truth, this illusion built on lies was already extremely fragile.

The lightning-struck wood in Yan Ning's hand also regained its energy.

The white light grew brighter and brighter.

The figures of the man and woman faded and became more transparent in the white light, leaving only their painful and resentful roars.

Finally, like two wisps of smoke blown away by the wind, they disappeared completely.

As they disappeared, the entire tea party scene began to violently shake, distort, and collapse, like a shattered mirror.

Yan Ning held the still slightly warm lightning-struck wood and breathed a sigh of relief.

The surrounding scenery stabilized and returned to the somewhat eerie old tree hollow.

The table is still there, but the tempting cakes and snacks on it are now just cold, lifeless stones.

With a "smack".

A metallic object fell from the corner of the tree hole and landed at Yan Ning's feet.

She bent down and picked it up; it was an Alice Medal.

The medal gleamed with a soft sheen and was engraved with a small, delicate white rose.

Yan Ning carefully put away the medal and then began to explore the cave wall little by little.

Her fingers touched a dent, she pressed down hard, and then pushed gently.

A hidden door slowly opened.

Behind the door was a dimly lit passage, with faint light filtering in through the opening.

Yan Ning stepped inside, passed through the passage, and pushed open the last door.

A rush of fresh, cool air filled the room.

She found herself standing on the familiar amusement park road.

She looked up and saw the deep night sky dotted with stars, and all around her was quiet.

It's already 2 a.m.

Yan Ning wrapped her clothes tighter and walked back.

On the other side.

Doctor Qi Minghao, police officer Feng Jun, and firefighter Zhang Chufeng huddled together, looking at the two medals in their hands with somewhat solemn expressions.

Qi Minghao asked anxiously, "What should we do? We've searched everywhere, but we only found two medals. We're still missing one!"

Feng Jun lit a cigarette, frowned, and remained silent.

Zhang Chufeng glanced around, a cold glint in his eyes, and said in a low voice:

"In this situation, the medal has probably already been found by someone else. It seems the only option is to steal it."