Ning Chen looked at the rows of bookshelves that were only one meter apart, like a library, and stood in the empty spacer of the bookshelf, which had the feeling of covering the sky and the sun, he had a little headache, and suddenly saw a young man in a wheelchair in the old book area through the diamond-shaped window of the wooden railing, he pointed over there and said, "I haven't been here yet, I'll go there first, and you will be my guide?" ”

Zhang Qingrui shook his head and said, "I have a few books I want to buy, I'll look for them first, and you can go yourself." ”

The man in the wheelchair had a heavy black blanket on his legs, although it was raining, it was not too cold, but the man put on a beige knitted sweater, looking like he had not recovered from a long illness, especially when he saw the man's face, pale face, lips were light purple, and against the backdrop of the gold-wire round-framed eyes, a melon seed face appeared smaller, and his long curled hair hung straight down to the side of his neck, tied with a strip of red cloth.

He nodded to Ning Chen, and looked down at the book in his hand, the yellowed paper had a faint musty smell, but it was not annoying, the books from dozens of hundreds of years ago were lying quietly, and a bookshelf was like a tombstone, densely engraved with the lives of many authors, happy or sad.

The books on the shelves were not classified, they were placed in a mess, foreign ones, and those of the Republic of China were placed crosswise, Ning Chen walked down the bookshelf, and just when he stepped into Los Angeles Book City, the current task on the attribute panel appeared again.

Get the Dark Codex.

However, Ning Chen went around, the book on the top stood on tiptoe to look, and the book under the bottom squatted down to look for it, but still did not find the shadow of the "Dark Codex" in a pile of old books, and the title of the book sounded evil.

"Which book are you looking for?" The young man spoke suddenly, holding the book in his left hand and straightening his glasses with his right hand, and there was no emotion in his cold voice.

Of course, Ning Chen couldn't say such a strange title, he smiled and said, "The first time I came, I just took a casual look. ”

The man nodded, then lowered his head again and stared at the book in his hand.

There was a vermilion wooden door on the south wall, and a bell was installed on the door, and the bell swayed, accompanied by a crisp sound, and a spirited old man in a white shirt, black suit vest, and tight suit pants walked in, he bent down and whispered something in the man's ear, and the man just nodded. The old man pushed the wheelchair away, and out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently glanced at Ning Chen, who was standing on the side, and suddenly stopped what he was doing.

"I wonder if Mr. has time?" The old man walked up to Ning Chen's side and asked respectfully.

Ning Chen faintly felt a hint of something unusual from this old man, and he asked, "Is there something wrong?" ”

"I'd like to invite Mr. into the back room to talk."

"Then I'll go talk to my friend first." Ning Chen pointed to Zhang Qingrui outside and said.

"Of course, it's really troublesome, sir."

Zhang Qingrui was holding a copy of George Orwell's "1984" in his hand, Ning Chen walked over and patted her on the shoulder, but Zhang Qingrui was startled, he pointed to the young man in the wheelchair and said, "That gentleman wants to talk to me, you wait for me here." ”

Zhang Qingrui knew that man, he was the shopkeeper of Los Angeles Book City, and he always stayed there alone, passing by one old book after another, with a faint appearance, as if he had experienced the prosperity and depression of his whole life.

"Okay." Zhang Qingrui agreed without asking too much.

The old man opened the door and walked in front of him with a wheelchair, Ning Chen followed behind, and closed the door with his hand, and the old man nodded at him.

Behind the door is a living room, mahogany furniture, European-style fireplace, but only a small window is opened at the top of the wall, the room is dark like night, the old man walks to the fireplace, there is a small stone platform extending from the wall, on which are placed vases, Pixiu jade statues and other things, the old man turns the Pixiu jade statue, the fireplace automatically rotates, revealing a downward staircase.

The old man picked up the steel crutches leaning against the wall and handed it to the young man, who was expressionless, struggled to stand up and asked, "Why do you want to invite this person?" Is there anything special about him? ”

The old man didn't answer, but Ning Chen couldn't help but feel a little vigilant, and he asked with a smile: "I didn't expect that there is such a thing as a secret room in this world, but please tell me what you want to talk about." ”

"Sir, don't be afraid, our Zhuge family has always been above board." The old man's name is Zhuge Lei, and he has served three generations of family heads, and that young man is Zhuge Chulan, the new generation of the Zhuge family.

The Zhuge family is the descendant of Mr. Zhuge Kongming, but it has been passed down from generation to generation, and there is not much left of the family's exorcism and Dunjia technique, I don't know if it hurts Tianhe, the Zhuge family has been passed on a single line a long time ago, and each generation does not live to be thirty-five years old.

"I wonder if Mr. knows about demons and angels?" Seeing that Ning Chen had no intention of moving, Zhuge Lei asked.

Ning Chen's heart tightened, but he smiled and said, "Aren't these all legendary things?" ”

"These things are real." Zhuge Lei's eyes flashed when he looked at Ning Chen, he took a few steps forward, his momentum was amazing, and said, "Sir, please don't pretend anymore." ”

"Hehe, what do you mean, old man? The first time I heard that there were angels and demons in this world, wasn't that a joke? Of course, Ning Chen didn't admit it, he felt as if he was involved in a whirlpool again, and now he wanted to try his best to get rid of these messy things and live quietly.

"With all due respect, you have a strong demonic smell on you."

Ning Chen's eyelids jumped, pretending to be angry, turned around to leave, and said, "If it's such a sensational thing, forgive me for not accompanying it." ”

"Sir, wait." Zhuge Lei stood in front of Ning Chen, and said solemnly word by word: "I can prove it." ”

He continued: "Sir will know when I go down with me to see it." ”

Ning Chen was a curious person, curiosity always far outweighed the sense of crisis, and he smiled: "Since you say so, then I really want to go down and open my eyes." ”

Zhuge Chulan didn't know when he had already walked down, he believed in Zhuge Lei's level of work.

Ning Chen walked to the staircase and hesitated, Zhuge Lei naturally understood Ning Chen's worries, he walked down first, and Ning Chen followed.

The staircase is very long, and it takes about two minutes to reach the end, and below it is a large white metal gate, like a military station in a science fiction movie.

Zhuge Chulan stood in front of the door, pressed his palm on the raised black display screen next to him, the metal door opened in response, he turned around and said, "Come in." ”

Ning Chen was shocked by the scene in front of him, and the shock in his heart was no less than the black stone gate he saw last night.

"Sir, please."

Zhuge Lei put his left hand behind his back, stretched out his right hand, and said with a slight bow.

There was a new world ahead, Ning Chen knew it, he knew it, but he still walked in.