Shen Xiao stood at the intersection of people coming and going, looking dazed.

Dusty streets, hawkers, small shops with thick plastic curtains, and a clutter of bicycles, electric cars and tricycles scattered everywhere.

This...... What the hell is going on?

She was still reading notes in the 24-hour self-service reading room just now?

Shen Xiao hugged his head, feeling like it was about to explode.

——

A few minutes ago.

Shen Xiao has always had the habit of going to the library to read books, she especially likes the 24-hour self-service reading room in the National Library, and she loves the bacon pasta there.

Once she had eaten and drunk at the café, she began to search between the shelves for books she was interested in.

However, I was surprised to find that there is a very hidden desk position behind a bookshelf on the second floor, which is just in people's psychological blind spot, and it is rare to find that there is a vacant seat there, and this vacant seat is next to the floor-to-ceiling window, and the beautiful scenery at night is accompanied by the starlight, there is simply no more wonderful reading position than here.

Shen Xiao walked over and sat down ecstatically, thinking about occupying the table first, and everything else was easy to say.

However, in a blink of an eye, she saw an old notebook on the bookshelf next to her, among a pile of miscellaneous books.

If she wanted to say why she noticed this notebook, it was because this notebook was bulging, and obviously there were so many things in it, so that it was hidden in a pile of miscellaneous books, and the notebook was obviously inflated, like a fat belly trying to hide himself in a pile of thin people, no matter how hard he tried, it would not help.

The library is full of books, why is there such a notebook?

Could it be that someone else is hiding here on purpose?

Is it the thrill of waiting for someone destined to find out, writing secrets on each other, and enjoying sharing secrets with unknown strangers?

In any case, as long as it is placed on the shelf of the library, anyone has the right to borrow it.

So Shen Xiao calmly took the notebook from the shelf, put it on the desk, and began to flip through it with great interest.

Soon Shen Xiao knew why this notebook was so bulging.

Because almost every page in it is plastered with newspaper clippings.

Someone cut out a newspaper article along with pictures and glued it to a notebook with solid glue. The paper of these clippings also varies, some are thinner and some are thicker. Some are in black and white, some are in color, and some are obviously online reports that they printed out on A4 paper.

Without exception, these clippings are accompanied by photographs.

With so many newspaper clippings, it's no wonder that this thin and light notebook bulges so much.

Shen Xiao casually flipped to a certain page, and the newspaper clippings on it recorded that in a certain year and month, a teenager committed suicide by jumping off a building after 36 hours of continuous Internet surfing. His father took the game operator to court for this.

This is a very common case where a child plays a game and somehow commits suicide after the parents sue the game operator.

Shen Xiao flipped through other newspaper clippings and found that they were all reports like this. Either they committed suicide or were killed, and there were serial kills. In short, all cases of deceased people appeared.

Why would someone cut out these unrelated criminal cases from all over the country to make a collection?

It's really weird.

Shen Xiao thought so, she involuntarily opened the title page of the notebook, but found that the name of the owner of the notebook was not marked on it, the title page was very clean, except that someone drew the head of a unicorn in the corner, the unicorn was obviously drawn by a child, the brushstrokes were so immature, but it revealed a strong purity and hope.

For some reason, Shen Xiao always had a feeling that the person who drew this unicorn was not the same person as the person who made the newspaper clippings.

Shen Xiao reads thousands of paintings at FancyArt every day, and she can already see the soul behind them through the paintings. And the person who can draw such a unicorn is definitely not the kind of person who will pay attention to murders. In the mind of this person who paints unicorns, the world must be beautiful, pure, and full of hope, and it is impossible for him to withstand the psychological pressure of making such newspaper clippings.

Shen Xiao frowned, and she thought about how to find out the owner of this notebook. I always feel that the owner of this notebook is not psychologically healthy, and he should have been under heavy psychological pressure, but he couldn't vent it. Obviously, the owner of this notebook did not know that he needed help from others, so he silently carried the pain of not being known.

Maybe......

Shen Xiao looked up and found that this place happened to be a dead end of surveillance, and he couldn't take pictures of the faces of the people who came here.

Maybe she could quietly install a camera here herself...... But it's against the law, no, no.

Then ...... Since that person has left his notebook here, he will definitely come back to check it from time to time. Won't she be able to meet the owner of the notebook?

Shen Xiao nodded while thinking, thinking that his idea was both simple and practical.

The police also have to squat and wait when they catch criminals, which is also part of the arrest.

Okay, that's it.

Shen Xiao grinned in satisfaction, but before the smile could disappear, the font on the notebook in his hand suddenly became distorted, as if there was a vortex in the middle of the spine absorbing the surrounding fonts.

Shen Xiao was horrified to find that his consciousness seemed to have been sucked into this vortex......

Boom!

Shen Xiao fell headlong on the table, unconscious.

——

When she opened her eyes again, she was already standing at the intersection of people, staring blankly at the dusty street and the bustling crowd.

This was all Shen Xiao's memory from a few minutes ago.

She pinched her face hard: Am I dreaming?

How did I end up here? Did I lose a memory? Or did I lose consciousness and be trafficked here?

After thinking about it, Shen Xiao concluded that this was the most scientific reasoning.

Shouldn't I run away now and get the police for help before the traffickers come back?

Thinking like this, Shen Xiao suddenly felt a cool air rushing all the way down her back to the top of her head, freezing her scalp numb.

If the traffickers returned, one can imagine what she would be treated against.

Desperate to survive, she looked left and right, and found that no one was guarding her, so she immediately fled in the direction of the crowd.

Fleeing into the crowd, it will be difficult for the traffickers to catch her.

Thinking so, Shen Xiao tried his best to squeeze himself into the crowd.