"Look at it, we have prepared all the information you said, and it's all here. The staff at the museum explained to Ino.

Looking at the stack of information books on the table, Ino smiled and said to the man, "Thank you!" and walked out of the data room with the materials in both hands.

Ino came to the place where the Konghou was placed again. She froze, her forehead pressed against the glass, her eyes fixed on the instrument. Invisibly, I always feel that the gonghou used to be my personal belongings. At this time, she couldn't say how she felt in her heart. Then, Ino turned around and went out with the information in his hand.

After leaving the museum, Ino came to the nearby bus stop with a heavy load of materials. "Alas!aw!aw!a Unfortunately, she saw that the first bus had just left. "Why is it so bad luck, unlucky to die. She was tired and complained to herself.

"I'm so tired that my hands are sore. Ino couldn't hold it anymore, so he quickly put the information on the edge of the flower pond next to him. She stretched her arm and thumped her waist again. Finally relaxed.

She glanced at the materials and pulled a copy from it. "Anyway, I'm just waiting for the bus to see what kind of information this is. Ino muttered to himself as he flipped through the materials.

Suddenly, she turned her head to look at the shops on the side of the street. "Huh, no?" she asked herself, confused. Then she lowered her head and flipped through the book.

“ko

g-hou!" Ino casually flipped the page and couldn't help but read it out loud. I saw that on that page of information, the name of the instrument was clearly spelled out in pinyin letters, and there were pictures on it. "Ah, it's it, the instrument you see in the museum. It turns out that this is called Konghou. She muttered.

Ino jerked his head up at the people waiting for the bus. "I don't know anybody, and no one looks at me, what's going on?" a strange feeling made her more and more confused. From the time she left the museum, Eno always felt like someone was watching her behind her back.

After a long time, the car finally came. Everyone else lined up to get on the bus first, and when Ino turned around to pick up the materials, he was delayed and almost didn't catch the car.

She got into the car and looked up at the route gauge and was startled. "Huh, so far?" she didn't expect to be so far away from this station to where she worked. She was already late in the car, so she had to stand there with the information.

There are more and more people in the car, and it is getting more and more crowded. Eno was squeezed and staggered. Several times, when the car came to the stop and stopped, she almost fell.

At this time, she looked at the people behind her, "Nobody, no one is looking at me, what's the matter?" Ino still felt that someone was paying attention to her. This feeling became more and more intense, which made her a little uneasy.

Along the way, the car is constantly getting up and down. Ino, who was already tired, came back to sleepiness. She kept her head down, her eyes getting more and more open.

She was sleepy, her head bowed, and she fell asleep. At this time, Ino's head was lowered even more, and he was almost on the information he was holding.

Suddenly, the sound of the newspaper on the car woke her up. "The next stop is...... Please hold on to the handrails......" She jerked her head up and looked around, there were not many people in the car anymore. "Finally a seat. Ino sat down with the document in his arms.

However, she only sat on the ground for one stop before the car stopped and stopped on the edge of the final platform. The back door of the car opened, and everyone got out of the car. Eno was the last to get out of the car with the information.

She looked out into the street, and the people on the street were all going their separate ways, and no one was paying attention to her. At this moment, Ino stood still, closed his eyes, and calmed himself.

"It's an illusion, don't think about it, don't think about it too much, it's because you're too tired. Eno opened his eyes again, grabbed the materials and hurried to the company where he worked.