"What did he come to you for, do you remember?" Yang Yin asked anxiously. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"He was reading a book in the store, and then he was looking at a picture, and I saw it, and he said he drew it himself."

"Do you recognize the person in the painting?"

The old woman was surprised and said, "So he already told you?" I didn't understand the face of the man he depicted, but I still remember that figure vividly. ”

"A lot of young people on the road like to dress up like that now." Yang Yin said slowly.

"You mean wearing one of those clothes with a hat attached to it, and then wearing the hat up and covering up the hairstyle?"

"Looks like you're stylish." Yang Yin made a joke.

"After all, there are a lot of student customers who come to my place, so I know a little bit about it. However, even if they are the same body shape, the appearance and temperament of walking are not exactly the same, and completely different individuals can be inferred from their steps. ”

"But you didn't see Lin Xuedong's painting of the person walking, just one picture......"

"Lin Xuedong paints very well, at least he can draw a person through other people's descriptions, and the person in his painting, I think I have seen it."

"So what did the man in the painting do when he was here?"

"I read books and buy books, but my books here are messy." The old woman pointed to the attic above, where the shelves were crooked, and the books were piled up haphazardly, and a few of them even seemed to fall off at any moment. "A lot of them may have been taken by someone, and I don't know."

"So, do you remember the face of this man in the hat?"

"He kept his hat and lowered his head, and he couldn't see clearly, but he should be about the same age as Lin Xuedong when he heard the voice."

"About the same age as Lin Xuedong? Smaller than me? Are you sure? Yang Yin thought that it was impossible to determine age based on voice alone, at most it was just a time period, such as between the ages of eighteen and twenty-eight.

"He's definitely younger than you, and he's a high school boy, but in fact, people's voices change by the same amount with age."

Yang Yin was now sure that the wrinkled old woman in front of him was no ordinary person, and he said, "Then what does his figure look like?" Is it very tall? Yang Yin inexplicably thought of Chen Moran. Could it be that Chen Moran appeared here? Since the other party is already the one who wants to kill him, then maybe the other party has a book of life and death in his hand, so he ran to this bookstore to read the relevant books. However, the age is wrong, Chen Moran should be about the same age as himself, which contradicts the old woman's statement.

"It's not tall, it's average, it's not fat or thin."

It doesn't seem to be Chen Moran. "What books did he read and bought?" Yang Yin continued to ask.

The old woman pointed to the narrow attic on the second floor again and said, "That's it, if you have to say it, his preferences are quite similar to Lin Xuedong." Lin Xuedong took a few books with him at the end of his part-time job, I don't know if they were brought to you to read. Yes...... Judging by the look on your face now, those books should be meant to be shown to you. The strange boy with the hat had similar preferences to Lin Xuedong's. The last time Lin Xuedong came over, he was also standing near there reading a book, and then he took this painting and looked at it for a long time, and then I saw that painting. ”

That man was reading a book about the Book of Life and Death! There was only one possibility in Yang Yin's mind - that person must be holding the book of life and death mentioned by Lu Xuanfeng in his hand! So I'm thinking about how to use it. However, he also affirmed another thing, that is, that person was not Chen Moran, Chen Moran's figure was very tall and strong, and he could not be regarded as average. But how did Chen Moran die?

Is it complicity? Or is Chen Moran also one of the victims of the murder?

"I'd like to go up and see that place, okay?" Yang Yin knew that now he could only draw conclusions after going to the attic and reading the place and the books there.

――I hid the mold I found in the hobby class in the bookstore, so I'll take you to see it now.

Lin Xuedong's smiling face appeared in front of Yang Yin's eyes, at that time, Lin Xuedong was full of expectations, but he felt that the other party was a little unreasonable, and now that he thinks about it, he really regrets it.

"It's always there, you can go up and see it at any time." The old woman looked at Yang Yin strangely, probably surprised to see the expression of remorse on Yang Yin's face.

Yang Yin then walked up the stairs leading to the attic, the stairs looked very old, walking on them made a "creaking" sound, although the stairs were not long, but a little steep, and I always felt unsafe when looking down. The old woman kept looking up at Yang Yin until Yang Yin's figure was overwhelmed by the books in the attic, and she looked down with satisfaction and took out the abacus to calculate the previous day's accounts.

Yang Yin began to flip through the books in the attic, some of them were poems from the Republic of China, he has always been interested in this kind of highly literary and artistic works, and he doesn't know much about foreign works, I heard that Ji Xiaoxuan's recent movie lines are close to Shakespeare's repertoire, thinking of Ji Xiaoxuan reading those tongue-twisting lines, Yang Yin felt funny.

However, there are also some ancient anthologies and modern novels, Yang Yin still remembers reading some ancient texts in middle school Chinese language class, as for those authors who write modern novels, for zombie hunters like Yang Yin who are busy with work, reading has almost become a luxury hobby, so Yang Yin doesn't know much about them.

Later, he noticed that several books on the upper floor seemed to be about to fall, and he hurriedly pushed those books down, but the books could not be stuffed in, and he always felt that something was blocking the back.

Could it be that there are other small books piled up behind those books? Yang Yin thought and took down the books.

There was something behind the books, but it was not a small book, but a small bag, and there was a mark on the bag, it was a flower, the color was not bright, but the surrounding area of the flower seemed to be smudged, and this flower should have been deliberately painted. Yang Yin remembered that he had seen this flower on the blackboard newspaper of Lin Xuedong's class, and Lin Xuedong said that this flower was painted by him.

This bag is Lin Xuedong's!

Yang Yin hurriedly took off the small packaging bag, and he opened the bag anxiously, and there was a painting and a mold of a human face inside.

Yang Yin took out the face mold, which should be the mold that Lin Xuedong mentioned to him and put it in the "Yesterday's Yellow Flower" bookstore. When he saw that face, Yang Yin was stunned. Could it be him? How so? Isn't he already ......

Yang Yin stuffed the face mold back into the bag, and he took out the painting, and drew a full-length portrait of a figure in the form of a sketch. It was a boy wearing a hoodie and a hood, Yang Yin also felt a little familiar when he looked at this figure, but who it was, he couldn't remember it for a while. But he must now rush back to the hospital to confirm something.

Yang Yin put back all the books that he had taken down, and at the same time, he also saw the bibliography clearly, all of which were books about the Book of Life and Death. He turned around and wanted to go down the attic, but the wrinkled face of the old woman of the shopkeeper suddenly appeared in front of him, and Yang Yin was startled alive.