Walking out of the door, I took it with me and stopped in a corner where there were few people.

"I'm sorry to take up a little bit of your time."

"It's okay, what's the matter?"

"I'd like to ask if you've ever seen a notebook with the words 'Black Dead Stories' written on it, and only half of the notebook."

As before, I asked in the same stiff tone as the machine. Robots aren't that smart, and most machines can only understand simple questions, and in an afternoon of inquiry, I met several machines that didn't even understand what a notebook was.

But not all robots are the same, for example, the body I used is itself a more intelligent type, and obviously the purple guy in front of me is also the same.

It didn't answer me right away, but froze in place, seemingly reading the information in the chip. About twenty seconds passed like this, and for the machine, the time it took to read the entire chip information was about twenty seconds, and if there was no response for such a long time, the answer basically could be determined.

I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, and if I got the same reply again, it would mean that the whole afternoon had been wasted.

"Sorry, I didn't find a notebook-like record in the chip."

"Well, thank you." I nodded to it, and since I couldn't get any more information, I could only think of a strategy and go straight to the dragon's den tomorrow.

Without new clues, there's no need to stay here. Just as I was about to disconnect, the purple robot stopped me.

"What else is the matter?" I'm a little puzzled, ordinary robots don't take the initiative to interrupt other people's movements, not to mention that my question has been answered, what is going on with this guy.

"Maybe it's not the answer you're looking for, but I know there's a place that might help you."

It may be that an afternoon of mechanical conversation made me a little numb, and suddenly hearing such a human content from a robot's words made me a little uncomfortable, and I was stunned for a few seconds before replying, "Where is it?" ”

The purple robot pointed to a small road not far away that was not far away with no pedestrians, "You go through that path, then turn left and go straight, and you will see a road that has been temporarily closed due to construction, and there is an antique bookstore in the farthest corner near the left, because my owner frequents it, so I have a record of it, and there may be something you are looking for." ”

"Thank you." With a brief expression of gratitude, I hurriedly said goodbye to the purple robot, and it seems that its maker is also a skilled craftsman, and this conversation is very close to that of a human.

Looking at the time, there are about two hours until nine o'clock, and aside from the 50-minute return trip, I have about 1 hour to move freely, which should not be too far from its description, but considering the time it takes to find it, it is not too rich.

Hurry up. With that in mind, I set off for a brisk walk.

……

"Happy cooperation, thank you mechanic, God will bless you." Crewe bowed deeply to Ode.

Ode was free in advance because his work was relatively smooth, and although he planned to take Ouya to the market in Tisbor, he decided to take a stroll around the shopping street near his residence for a while.

Ouya is not a mechanic, except for flying ships, she has no knowledge or interest in these metal parts, so she is bored all afternoon, and only has a finished novel to pass the time.

At this time, he finally got rid of it, although he was still silent because of the experience of Hualiu Street, but his mental state was much better. I just saw a long-tailed rabbit running past me, and I was "fighting wits and courage" with it.

As the name suggests, the long-tailed rabbit is a rabbit with a long tail, cute and herbivorous, and is the most common small creature in desert areas, even if Ouya is not in a good mood, but it cannot resist the furry appearance of the long-tailed rabbit.

Oude looked over to Ouya's side, smiled imperceptibly, and seemed to be relieved. Turning his head to look at Krewe, his expression instantly turned cold, and he whispered, "Don't forget tomorrow." ”

A sinister smile tugged at the corners of Crewe's mouth, "That's nature, God will bless us." With that, the two ended the conversation.

"Xiaoya, it's time for us to go back!" Oude's face softened again, as if he would definitely show such a gentle expression as long as he faced Ouya.

"Hmm," Ouya agreed, waving his hand at the long-tailed rabbit hiding in the crack in the stone, and turned and ran to Oude's side.

……

It wasn't a long journey, and it didn't take much time, but following the route pointed by the purple robot, I found the temporarily sealed road and saw the antique bookstore in the corner.

The rest of the shops on this street have been closed, except for the antique bookstore, which is still lit, even the street lights have been cut off, and there are no residential areas nearby, all of which are construction sites, so there are no people in sight.

In front of the bookstore, the area of the bookstore is very small, and it is completely incomparable with the buildings I have visited before, the doors and window frames are made of wood, because they have been exposed to the air for too long, and they have been somewhat decayed, so they are also reinforced with copper edges.

From the glass window on the door, the interior layout is very simple, with some books scattered on two rows of floor-to-ceiling bookshelves with the same wooden copper edges, and the yellowed pages are very old; There is a small door in the back of the room, and there is no glass to see inside; There are several potted plants in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, some large old books are placed there, and on the right hand side of the door is a somewhat worn copper cash register, where a few tools and books are placed, and a small lamp. That's all the stuff in the room.

I pushed the door open and entered the house, but no one came to greet the customer, and it seemed that the owner was not there now. Looking around, although the shop is very old, it is very neat, the books are placed in a very orderly manner, and the potted flowers are also more cold, which is more consistent with the light and color in the house, and it can be seen that the owner of this shop is very tasteful and loves to be clean.

I went to the nearest bookshelf and scanned it, and the old books here looked different from the books displayed in the city library, many of them had no titles, and there were no type marks on the shelves. I probably flipped through a few books, and the contents of the books were not related, and it was likely that I was reading an ancient book that recorded history, and the next one became a detailed explanation of biology.

It's a bit of a headache, I have about forty minutes left, and there aren't many books here, but it's a bit unrealistic to read them all.

I had no choice but to try my luck.

Thinking like this, I don't know whether it was luck or providence, I came to a bookshelf near the corner of the room, and casually pulled out the first ancient book from a row of closely arranged lines in the middle of the shelf.

The hand of this body only has three fingers, so it can only hold the edge of the book and pull it out, because the book card is relatively tight, and the force used is a little great, and the book that is pulled out flies directly into the air, and then another book falls out of it.

It's really the favor of the gods. At this time, I can only sigh like this, and I am somewhat grateful to the gods that the people here believe in.

I bent down to pick up the two ancient books, and put back the one I had pulled out, and the rest of the book that was sandwiched in it was only half a copy, with tattered paper and some scribbled handwriting, which was the bottom half of "Black Dead Stories".

I didn't expect to see it here in the end, I really don't know if it was a coincidence or what.

"May I ask who it is......" Just as I was feeling in my heart, an old voice came from the small door of the shop. The sound was like a broken candle, as if it was about to be extinguished at any moment. Immediately after a stumbling footstep, the small wooden door "creaked".

It was only then that I realized that I had no money on me, but this notebook was so important that I couldn't let the clues I had in hand interrupt here.

In desperation, I raised my hand and put the bottom half of the note directly into my storage.

The wooden door slowly opened, and a man stepped out of it. It was an old man, slumped and dressed in somewhat austere clothes, with a white beard, a wrinkled face like the bark of a dead tree, and drooping eyelids that made it almost impossible to see his eyes.

The most concerning thing is his legs and arms, the old man does not have a right arm, only his left arm remains, and a pair of legs are gone, but replaced by a mechanical leg and a slightly thicker copper rod. It looks like the wind and candle are in their last years, as if they will fall down if they touch it, and they will never be able to stand up again.

"It's strange that there are robots here." The old man seemed very surprised that I was here, and there was a little bit of wonder in his voice, after all, robots can't read, and they don't have the desire to learn.

"Hey, little machine, you look first, I'll find a place to sit down, my old leg is really not good to move." With that, the old man staggered to a chair in the cashier and sat down.

"This place is not usually very crowded, but occasionally a few regular customers come to take care of my old man's business, it must be a long time, I haven't seen a new face, I didn't expect to meet a robot today, haha...... "......The old man seemed to be a little happy with my arrival, and was about to laugh but coughed violently.

"Don't worry about it, it's an old problem, my old bones probably won't last long, barely alive, just make do." The old man slapped his bony back with his hand, and took a sip of the glass from the side.

"I'm sorry, little machine, I still want you to listen to my bad old man's nagging, it's been too long since I've seen a new face, and no one usually visits my place...... Oh yes...... It seems that you robots can't understand us, hehe, I don't think my brain is good, I forgot about it. ”

I looked at this old man, and I felt a little uncomfortable in my heart, in such a remote place, supporting such a body alone, barely living in a small shop that did not make money, and I still wanted to steal his hard-collected books from here, which was too cruel.

But...... What can I do...... For the sake of my Xue'er, in order to see her again, I have betrayed my heart countless times, and I have faced misfortune with coldness countless times, and finally reached this point, how can I give up.

Seeing Cher again, isn't that what I'm here for? So what is the other thing?

Silently gritting his teeth in his heart, he once again closed his soul, turned around and walked out of the door.

"Little machine, come back when you have a chance......" The old man's voice came from the antique bookstore, echoing for a long time on this deserted street.