The Cheng Wenqu in front of him looked very shy, and after listening to Ming Chuan's words, his face showed a look of surprise and confusion. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Ming Chuan smiled, knowing that this kid still didn't dare to explain, or that the other party might still have doubts about himself, and didn't dare to completely let go of the room, so he changed the topic and said: "The ghosts that come here every night only appear in the middle of the night, right? We still have some time to talk about it, if you don't want to talk about the 'ghost', just talk about yourself." ”

"I—what do I have to say?" Cheng Wenqu became more and more confused. He is very boring both in life and after death, and he has no capital to take out to chat with others.

"Speaking of which, you are so young, and you don't look like you have any disease, how did you die, and why did you come here after you died?" asked Ming Chuan curiously.

"I ......" After listening to these questions, Cheng Wenqu lowered his head again and said softly, "I was riding a bicycle and accidentally wandered, and the result was ......."

Until now, Cheng Wenqu's ears are still echoing the harsh and sharp sound produced by the sudden braking of the car at that time, as well as the exclamations of people afterward, he still remembers the warm feeling of his whole body when he was lying in a pool of blood, and he still remembers the picture after the surrounding area was stained red with blood.

The deformed wheels of the bicycle kept spinning next to him, and it looked a bit like a Ferris wheel in an amusement park. The setting sun became incomparably greater, peeking through the cracks of the wheels, as red as its own blood.

The familiar streets became unfamiliar, and faces he had never seen before looked at him in horror, and he had never been noticed by so many people at the same time since he was born.

He could clearly feel the passage of life.

I'm going to die. The thought was so clear.

As usual, Cheng Wenqu quickly accepted what happened to him and quickly accepted the fact that he died.

By the time he came to his senses, he was already in the library. He didn't know why he was here, but for a moment, he thought that people would be floating around like this after they died.

was asked by Ming Chuan suddenly, Cheng Wenqu didn't know how to answer for a long time, because even he didn't know the answer.

He doesn't have any other advantages other than studying, but in fact his grades are not very good, and he always travels between various cram schools and the library in his spare time on weekends, so he doesn't have any special good friends.

He felt that even if he died, no one would feel sad. Soon he will be forgotten, as if there was no such person in this world, leaving no trace.

"Speaking of which, this library is really large. Ming Chuan suddenly interrupted the other party's thoughts, he walked outside from the bookshelf as he spoke, looked left and right, turned his head and asked, "Where does that guy appear every day in the middle of the night?"

"Probably going back and forth between the first three rows of bookshelves. After coming back to his senses, Cheng Wenqu raised his hand and pointed ahead.

"What's over there?" asked Ming Chuan, raising his eyebrows.

"There are books. After Cheng Wenqu finished speaking, he seemed to realize that he was just saying a nonsense, and immediately added, "It's some books about history." ”

"History, that guy prefers history books?" Ming Chuan scratched his hair when he heard this, a little puzzled.

"I don't know about that. Cheng Wenqu didn't know how to answer this question.

"Let's go over and see. Ming Chuan raised his feet and walked over there as he spoke, glancing at Cheng Wenqu out of the corner of his eye, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't expect that when he simply asked such a sentence, the other party's surroundings began to condense ghostly energy.

This teenager ......

After walking a few steps and finding that the other party did not follow, Ming Chuan turned his head, half-squinted and said, "It's still very early before midnight, what are you afraid of?"

When Cheng Wenqu heard this, he still hesitated a little and floated over cautiously.

Coming to the bookshelves in the first three rows, Ming Chuan glanced inside and frowned slightly.

No matter what the ghost that comes here in the middle of the night every day, the faint aura it leaves behind makes people feel a little uncomfortable, and how to describe this feeling, Ming Chuan can't say at this time.

Being able to destroy something like a book in this world means that the guy has at least become a ghost and has substantial energy. But this residual faint aura is somewhat different from ordinary ghosts.

I always feel that there seems to be something else mixed in.

In terms of strength, the goal this time should not be difficult to deal with, the key is the identity of the other party and the reason why they will stay here.

"By the way, have all the books that were damaged by that guy thrown away?" Ming Chuan looked at Cheng Wenqu and asked softly.

"It doesn't seem to be. Cheng Wenqu shook his head, "I saw Mr. Wu pack them up and put them in the warehouse at the back." ”

"Which one?" asked Ming Chuan, pointing to a small door at the end of the second row of bookshelves.

"Hmm. Cheng Wenqu nodded.

"Let's go over and see. Ming Chuan said and walked over there.

"The door is locked. Cheng Wenqu followed behind him and reminded as he floated.

Mingchuan held the handle and tried it, and sure enough, it was locked.

Then, he took a saber out of his pocket, slid it through the crack in the door, and easily picked the lock open.

"Uh...... That's not good. Cheng Wenqu hesitated.

"We're not coming in and stealing, we're afraid of anything. Ming Chuan replied as a matter of course, "Just look at those damaged books, and leave after reading them, and you won't do anything bad, what's wrong?"

Cheng Wenqu wanted to say something, but seeing that Mingchuan had already walked in, he had to give up and float in.

This room is small, only a few square meters, and it is more of a utility room than a warehouse, with a lot of things for cleaning and some messy miscellaneous items.

After a general glance, Ming Chuan saw a cardboard box placed on the ground next to the wall, and the box contained many broken books.

"That's it?" asked Ming Chuan, pointing to the cardboard box.

"Well, that's it. Cheng Wenqu replied.

Ming Chuan walked towards the box, took out a book casually, and flipped through it in his hand.

This is a hardcover history book, the hard and thick cover has been scratched several times with sharp objects, and the paper inside is badly damaged, as if someone is using this book to vent his anger, constantly scratching it with a sharp knife. Until the book becomes fragmented, and the content and handwriting in it are completely unreadable.

Closing the book, Ming Chuan glanced at the book cover and found that the cover was so broken that he couldn't even read the title and author clearly.

Casually putting the book aside and picking up a few more books, the situation was basically the same as before, and Ming Chuan's brows couldn't help but furrow.

"There should be other books in these libraries that have not been destroyed, right? Can you find these books in good condition and show them to me?" This is the library, there will not be only one book of one kind, Ming Chuan turned his head to look at Cheng Wenqu behind him, this guy has been floating in the library all day, it shouldn't be too difficult to find a few books.

"Well, okay. Cheng Wenqu nodded, and was about to float out to help Mingchuan find it.

However, just as he flew to the door, he suddenly stopped, took a few steps back sharply, and almost hit Mingchuan, who was standing behind him.