The four of them racked their brains and meditated for a long time, but they still couldn't come to a conclusion that was in line with normal logic—the current situation was too unbelievable.

In the end, Lu Hua said: "Forget it, let's not speculate here." You won't understand it if you think about it - now it's just a coincidence, let's not forget what we came here for in the first place. ”

"That's all there is to it." Cotton said helplessly, "Let's take the book and go to the curator." ”

Lu Hua pulled the two books out of the shelf. The four of them left the reading room and went to the other side of the second floor. The room on the far left is the director's office.

At this moment, the office door was open nearly twenty degrees. Lu Hua approached the door, and had already caught a glimpse of Director Xin sitting on the right side of the office through this gap, he was sitting on the leather chair behind the desk, staring out the window opposite, not knowing whether he was thinking about things or being distracted.

Out of politeness, Lu Hua knocked on the door twice, but the curator didn't know that he was contemplating something important, so he didn't hear the knock. Lu Hua could only push the door open, stood at the door and shouted, "Director Xin." ”

Curator Xin, who had been looking at the front with a sluggish expression, turned his head at dusk, and after seeing Lu Hua, his eyes became a little trance-like, and he shouted: "Xin Ming? ”

Lu Hua was stunned: "...... Yes? ”

After a few seconds, Director Xin stood up from his chair, grabbed the glasses on the table and put them on, and after seeing them clearly, he smiled and said, "Lu Hua, it turned out to be you—I thought it was my son—please come in." ”

Lu Hua and the four of them walked in together, and Sean, who was walking at the end, closed the door. Lu Hua asked, "Curator Xin, your son is about the same age as us?" ”

"yes, I'm in high school like you." Curator Xin smiled kindly, pointed to the couch next to his desk and said, "Sit down—you guys, do you have anything to do with me?" ”

The four of them didn't sit down, they looked at each other before walking over to the curator's desk. Lu Hua held three books in his hand, and he handed the top book of poems to the curator and said, "Curator Xin." It's a long story – take a look at the book first. ”

Curator Xin took the book and flipped it twice, and asked, "What is this?" ”

Lu Hua said: "I bought this collection of poems from the old book I processed here a few days ago - curator, haven't you read this book?" ”

Curator Xin said thoughtfully: "Hearing you say this, I have a little impression, as if I found it from the reading room some time ago, and when I saw that it was too worn, I asked the workers to put it on the bookshelf at the door and dispose of it. But—" he laughed, "we have more than 100,000 books in this library, how can I have read them all?" What, is there anything wrong with this book? ”

Lu Hua glanced at Kirton, and Kirton said to the curator with a serious expression: "Director Xin, this is not an ordinary book, but a collection of prophetic poems written by a Frenchman in the fifteenth century - this collection of poems is the fifth and last volume of it, which accurately predicts almost all the catastrophes from the twentieth century to the present, including the 911 incident, the Indian Ocean tsunami in 2004 and the Wenchuan earthquake last year!" The most terrifying of them all—" Cotton's pause slightly, "predicts the impending end of the world in 2012—the most terrifying prophecy in the entire collection." ”

Curator Xin stared at Kirton, almost stunned. After a moment, he shook his head, looked at the four of them and asked, "How do you know?" ”

Lu Hua said: "These are all written in this poetry book - although it is in French, but I translated it and deciphered the meaning of it - it is the content just now." Director Xin, if you don't believe me, you can ask some professionals to translate and see if it's the same as what we said. ”

Curator Xin waved his hand and said, "Lu Hua, it's not that I don't believe in your level - it's just that ,—— how can you be sure that what is said in this poetry book is true, or that those predictions about the future will definitely happen?" ”

Lu Hua sighed: "Curator, we were like you at the beginning, we were skeptical of the prophecies in this poetry collection, but when we read these two books about the author of the poetry collection, Mars? After Bart's introduction, I was convinced of his prophetic ability - Director Xin, we came to you today in the hope that you would also read the relevant content of these two books carefully, so as to pay attention to this important event that is closely related to the fate of the entire human race! ”

As he spoke, Lu Hua put the other two books in his hand in front of Director Xin.

"The History of France", "Behind the Beggars" - these two books ......"

"It's the book in your reading room here, and we'll show it to you." Kirton said, "Have you read these two books before? ”

"I haven't seen it." Director Xin shook his head and said, "But hearing you say that, I really want to see it." ”

There was a burst of excitement in the hearts of several people—it seemed that coming to the curator was the right decision. Lu Hua said: "Director Xin, in the book "History of France", you read the chapter "The Death of Henry II"; Bart's chapter. ”

"yes, I see." Director Xin said, "Put it here, I'll watch it tonight." ”

After Lu Hua and his friends glanced at each other, they said, "Okay, Director Xin, please watch it carefully tonight—we'll come back to you tomorrow." ”

"yes, okay." Curator Xin nodded, and at the same time picked up the book of poems and handed it to Lu Hua, "You better take this book first - it's all in French, and I can't understand it - you have to keep this book safe, if what you just said is true, then this book has extremely high research value!" ”

Lu Hua took the book and nodded cautiously: "I know." ”

"Then we won't delay you, Curator Xin, goodbye." Kirton said on behalf of everyone. Curator Xin nodded at the teenagers and sent them to the door.

Sean opened the door of the curator's office and was about to walk out, but he was stunned - he saw that in the corridor on the second floor two or three meters away from the door, the caretaker Lao Luo was standing there sideways, not knowing whether he wanted to come or leave. In short, when he saw a few people standing at the door of the office, especially Director Xin behind the teenagers, he looked extremely embarrassed, he stood in place with his waist bent, and his eyes did not dare to look directly at everyone, which was really embarrassing.

A few people in front of the office door froze - this could not be more obvious. There is no doubt that Lao Luo must have eavesdropped on the conversation inside at the door just now, and when everyone came out, he hadn't had time to leave, and he was just in the middle of advancing and retreating, so it caused this embarrassing situation.

Director Xin frowned and asked, "Lao Luo, why did you come to the second floor without permission—what should you do down there?" ”

"Oh, oh......" Lao Luo lowered his head and said embarrassedly, "I'll take a look...... Lu Hua, they found you without ......"

"You don't have to worry about this kind of thing." Director Xin said, "You just have to do your job." ”

"Yes, yes." Lao Luo replied repeatedly, "I'll go down now." As he spoke, he hurried downstairs.

The four of Cotton looked at each other, and each of them had four inexplicable words written on their faces—they didn't know how to understand Lao Luo's strange behavior.

Walking up the stairs, Lan Xi whispered, "You say, why did Lao Luo come up and eavesdrop on our conversation?" He knows what we're looking for a curator for? ”

Lu Hua frowned and said, "Let's go out and talk about it." ”

The four teenagers walked down the building, and Lao Luo was already sitting in his old seat. After he saw Lu Hua and the others, his eyes quickly moved away from them, as if he had done something wrong.

Lu Hua felt more and more strange in his heart, but he still habitually greeted the administrator: "Lao Luo, let's go." ”

"Well, okay......" Lao Luo replied without raising his head. However, when Lu Hua and the others were about to walk out of the library door, he suddenly got up from his chair, stepped forward a few quick steps, and grabbed Lu Hua's arm—which startled Lu Hua.

Lao Luo looked at a few people with a strange expression, and said to them in a slightly nervous tone: "Lu Hua, I have something to tell you...... But you can't say it here – wait for me in that oak grove at half past nine tonight in the mountains behind Lishan Park next to it, okay? Definitely come! ”

"What......" Lu Hua couldn't close his mouth in surprise, and the other three were also dumbfounded, "What are you going to tell us?" Why...... Do you have to go to that kind of place? ”

"I don't have time to explain it to you!" Lao Luo looked nervously left and right, and then lowered his voice and said, "Anyway, you must come, and don't tell anyone else!" That's right...... Don't forget to bring this book with you! ”

"This book? This book of poems? Lu Hua raised the book in his hand and asked with wide eyes.

"Yes, remember!" After saying this, Lao Luo sent the four of them out of the library like a push, and then quickly turned around and returned to their positions.

Lu Hua, Kirton, Sean and Lancey leave the library like in a dream, each looking dumbfounded. After walking for a while, Lan Xi suddenly turned her head, looked in the direction of the library and said, "This ...... What the hell is going on! ”

"I don't know...... I don't understand how this is going on either. Lu Hua felt that his head was not enough.

Sean said: "Judging from Lao Luo's reaction, he clearly knows something!" And it's definitely about what we're doing! ”

"To be precise, it's related to this book of poems!" Kirton suddenly turned to the three of them and stopped, "I thought it was a little strange when I first came here - I didn't expect it to be strange here!" ”

"What, when you first came? What do you mean? Lu Hua asked.

Kirton said: "Probably the three of you didn't notice, but I saw it - when we just walked in the door and came to Lao Luo, he saw the poetry book Lu Hua was holding in his hand, and there was a look of horror on his face!" ”

"Huh? Is there such a thing? Then why didn't you say it earlier! Lu Hua shouted.

"His expression was only a momentary thing, and I wasn't sure if I was wrong at the time - but now it seems a little weird!"

Sean said incredulously: "Could it be that this old Luo has read this book of poems before, and he knows the contents of it?" ”

"That can't be!" Lu Hua shouted, "Lao Luo's education level is that he didn't even graduate from junior high school. Not to mention French books, even if it is a Chinese book, he may not be able to understand it all! Besides, I know that even though he works in a library, he doesn't like to read at all—he used to joke with me that these books are no different from waste paper to him, that he is a tube paper. ”

"And it doesn't make sense at all." "Didn't we buy this book of poetry in front of him a few days ago?" It wasn't stolen from the library - he should have known we had the book in our hands - so what's so strange about seeing us holding it? ”

Lu Hua paced back and forth on the road for a few steps, remembering some details, "No, Lao Luo shouldn't know that I have this book in my hand." Because—do you remember, when we bought these books, we brought the books we had chosen, and then Lao Luo didn't even look at them, and asked us to count how many copies there were, and then I paid him—so he didn't know exactly what books we had chosen! ”

"Yes, Lao Luo also said - these old books that were cleaned up and disposed of were all selected by the curator. In other words, he didn't know what the old books were that were sold. Sean said.

Kirton pondered for a moment, then looked up and said, "I have a guess if you think it will be the case - Director Xin mistakenly disposed of a book that didn't belong in the library. ”

"What do you mean?" Lu Hua didn't understand.

"I mean—this book of poetry is not a book in the library, but belongs to Lao Luo personally. But when Director Xin was cleaning up the old books, he mistakenly turned out the book that Lao Luo had hidden somewhere. Remember, what Director Xin told us just now was that he found the book in the reading room and asked the workers to put it on the processing shelves at the door. If this book is Lao Luo's personal belongings, then his subsequent bizarre behavior can all be explained. ”

"According to you, this book is Lao Luo's family heirloom? Why else is he so nervous? He must have felt that we had taken away his precious things. Lan Xi guessed, "Then he told us to take the books to the mountains behind the park tonight, so that we could return the books to him?" ”

"I don't know if that's the case — I guess." "But if this book is really an heirloom for Lao Luo, it at least means that Lao Luo knows the contents of this book of prophetic poems." ”

"That's why he came to the door of the curator's office to eavesdrop." Sean continued with Kirton's words, "I wonder if we understand the content of the poetry book. ”

"Then why didn't he ask us directly? What are you doing so mysteriously? Lu Hua said.

Kirton said: "This question can only be waited until half past nine tonight, and let Lao Luo tell us in person—Lanxi, will you come in the evening?" ”

"What a joke!" Lan Xi put on an undoubted look, "Can this kind of thing be without me!" ”

"Your mother allowed you to come out at half past nine in the evening?"

Lan Xi looked indifferent: "Anyway, I fell out with them - I don't care if they are happy or not." ”

Kirton looked at the other two: "Lu Hua, Sean, what about you?" ”

"No problem." The two said together.

"Well, we'll meet at the entrance of the library at nine o'clock tonight—it's only a ten-minute walk to Lishan Park, and there's plenty of time—just don't be late."

"As long as you're not late, I'll never be late, Kirton." Lu Hua said.

"Remember to bring that book of poems." Kirton finally admonished.