It will soon be there under the familiar road, and the robot station is still as prosperous as ever, and the number of robots here is even more than I remembered.

Straight through the door, I paid special attention to the notice board at the door, which was full of requests for information exchange and purchases, and there was no notice of the death of the mechanic that I had seen in the second life. In this case, the two robots must really be dead, and I can't figure it out about that, I've been resurrected twice here alone, but it seems that these two guys don't have such abilities.

There is no way to answer these things that are beyond common sense, after all, the scenery in the dragon's lair and the dragon itself are fantasy things, while Tisball is biased towards the world of technology, the two are completely different but appear in front of the eyes at the same time, it is impossible not to be shocked, but I have never had a chance to think about these things.

After coming to the world of Tisball, while looking for a way to resurrect Cher, I gradually understood how ridiculous the so-called common sense is. If it were me in the past, I would not have thought that such a place still existed.

It's another big project. Looking at the robots in front of me, I thought. Finding people is not like looking for information, there is already a category in the library, and if you want to find knowledge about history, you can go to the corresponding bookshelf to find the right books. But looking for someone is different, even if you know all the characteristics of this person, you have to search for a wide area.

I came up to a robot and made a connection with it.

"Hello."

"Hello."

"I want to ask, do you know such a person, he should have participated in the war thirty years ago, he was a soldier, and now he should be a middle-aged or old man, usually used to writing notes, likes to carry a diary, or is he a left-hander." I wasn't even sure if the robot really understood all of this, so I slowed down as much as I could, making every feature clear, with a few pauses in between.

The robot I asked thought for a moment, then replied, "Sorry, there's no record of that. ”

"Then do you know where to find the files about the soldiers of thirty years ago?"

"Sorry, there's no record of that."

“……”

The result is obvious, and all robots, without exception, are ignorant of this. Later, I found a robot and inquired about it, and I learned that all information about the army is confidential and is not allowed to be disclosed by any means.

If so, I'm afraid there won't be any records in the internal archives. Thinking about me, I walked out of the door of the robot station. The population of the entire city of Tisboor, including the underground city, is very large, and it is impossible to find a person without reducing the scope, so it is necessary to ask everywhere. But now there is a contradiction, the author of this note is a soldier, there is no way to find his information from ordinary people and machines, and the information related to this author should only be found by the military, but I can only contact ordinary people and robots, and the military prohibits robots from entering at all.

There's really nothing to be done, and now that all the clues are broken, I don't know where to start.

Perhaps it was a bit of a distraction from these events, that I didn't even notice that I was going in the wrong direction, and I should have turned southwest all the way back to my lodgings when I got out of the gate, but now I walked further east. When I came to my senses, I realized that I had reached a dead end.

The road was very dark, and there were no pedestrians, except for a street lamp that was on and off and hung there, telling of the desolation of the place. The noise of construction not far away shattered the only tranquility here. Only at the left-hand end of the street, there is a house lit with lights, and it seems that there are still people living in it.

This is...... Isn't this an antique bookstore with the second half of the notes hidden, how did I get here? I paused, thought about it, and walked on. The books in the antique bookstore are all very old, and there are some archival documents, although it is not very likely, but I still want to try my luck in it.

The bookstore was still clean, the neatly arranged potted plants were still damp, as if they had just been watered, and the books had been sorted out and arranged in the shelves according to their categories.

Walking slowly inside, I came to the bookshelf where the bottom half of the notes had been hidden. Speaking of which, this is the third time I've stood here, and I'm still a little emotional for a while. The first time I came here was to look for clues, and at that time, I was so focused on Xue'er that I didn't care about anything else; The second time I came there was to use the second half of the notebook as a condition for negotiation, and now that I think back to it, at that time, even I felt a little infiltrated, stealing, exploiting, and being indifferent, these things were the things I hated the most, and Cher disliked the most, but before I knew it, I had become that distorted appearance.

But I don't regret it, even if I had to do it all over again, I would still choose that way, and now I will talk about it from the perspective of someone who has come before, in that case, even if there is only a slight possibility, I will give everything for Cher, in my world she is heaven and earth, this is always the case.

Oude and I are a bit similar in a sense, except that he is for his sister and I am for my love. Thinking about it this way, I suddenly realized that I didn't hate him that much.

Somehow, Ouya's figure suddenly appeared in my mind, smooth as silk-like long hair, touching big eyes, Yao nose and jade mouth, pink and delicate face, I suddenly found that Ouya and Xue'er seem to be a little similar, both are so innocent and lovely, both are so beautiful and moving......

Cher, when will I see you again.

Immersed in memories and thoughts, I didn't even notice that the small wooden door next to me had quietly opened. Reaching out and taking the first book from the shelf, he turned the pages and pulled out the second half of the remnant of "Black Dead Stories", and gently put the ancient book back untouched.

"You ......" I was really startled by an old voice behind me, and I turned to look behind me, and an old man with a hunched body was standing in front of me, staring at me with blazing eyes, his legs were gone, one of them was replaced by a mechanical leg, and the other leg was replaced by a copper pillar for support. Also missing was his right arm, with only one sleeve hanging down.

secretly scolded himself for being too careless, and actually forgot that there was an old man running this antique bookstore. Hurriedly throwing the remnants aside, I turned to leave.

"Wait." Just as I was about to step out of the door, the old man suddenly stopped me. Probably too eager, he coughed violently after shouting. Of course I won't stop, for the people of this world, if there is a robot who knows how to read in a bookstore, it is undoubtedly an unbelievable thing, and with the existence of a almost unknown place like the Black Dead Domain, they are likely to think of me as a spy or something. This is not what I want to see, it is a trivial matter to be tracked down everywhere, and once I am caught, I am afraid it will not be so easy to die.

Hurry out of the antique bookstore, and I'm about to get out of here as fast as possible.

"Ahem, ahem!" At this moment, the coughing sound coming from the room suddenly became violent, as if the old man would die at any moment. I slowly stopped, remembering that I had stolen notes from him twice before, and it must have been difficult to drag such an old body to live in such a place, and this time it was because of me that he was like this......

I clenched my fists, wondering whether I should go back and see how he was doing, and if the old man died like this, it would probably not be something I could easily forget.

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound, as if something heavy had fallen to the ground.

Oh no, he's not going to have an accident. Without any further hesitation, I hurriedly turned around and hurried back. Pushing open the door of the house, sure enough, the old man had fallen to the ground at this time, his breathing was not smooth, his face was pale, and he was in a very bad state.

I hurriedly helped him up and helped him to a chair next to the counter. What can I do, what kind of disease does this look like, is there anything I can do......

"On the table...... The old man......'s weak voice rang in my ears, and I looked at the counter, took the black pill that was placed in the back of it, and let the old man eat it.

After taking two or three deep breaths, the old man's breath was much calmer, and his face was much more normal, and it seemed that the medicine had worked.

"Don't worry about my little machine, it's old, and there will always be some problems when people get old." The old man slowly opened his eyes and looked at me again. Although his eyelids have fallen down to block half of his eyes, his eyes are extremely deep, giving people a feeling of being unable to see through, but on the contrary, it seems that everything about himself has been mastered by this old man, which is obviously not the eyes that an ordinary old man should have. And his next words completely shocked me.

"You're not a robot, are you?" This sentence sounds a little inexplicable, especially since it is still said to a robot, which is even more confusing. But this is just for ordinary people, this sentence is said to me, but listening to it in my ears directly short-circuits my thinking.

"You don't have to hide anything, I saw your action of taking notes just now, I'm afraid it's not the first time you've been here."

I didn't speak, one was that I couldn't speak, but even if I could, I was so shocked that I couldn't speak. All the water he had just drunk and used for medicine was his left hand, plus his age and the injuries on his body, as well as those deep eyes that ordinary people should not have.

Unexpectedly, the real note-writer I've actually met him twice.