The three of us spent nearly an hour roughly searching Area E, finding nothing special, and climbing a ladder to the top. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Section E seemed to be in the backlight of the whole building, and the musty smell and a thick layer of ash that had been deposited for a long time made my bronchial tubes itch and uncomfortable, and there was nothing left on the upper shelves except for a thick and unpopular book, and these religious books were dull to me without Huigen, and I began to feel like sleeping as I flipped through them.

I climbed down the ladder, took the pieces of paper from Feng Xin's hand, looked at and rethought the possibility that the book would appear on the shelf. According to the information remade on the Internet, it looks like an old-fashioned hand-stitched book, and the text content is not of interest to the public, and after 20 years, the possibility of the book appearing in Zone E seems to be very small.

Generally speaking, there are computers in the library that automatically query books, but this remote local library has only one administrator, and sitting at the counter is a white-haired, old-looking old gentleman who looks very old but very tough, this old gentleman sits very straight, and his eyes can't see the old state, and is reading a book selected by strange anecdotes.

I have a gut feeling that he should have been a soldier before, just like my father, even if he is old, he has been away from the military for a long time, but the people who are in the army have a momentum that cannot be ignored, it is difficult to describe.

Looking at my watch, there were less than twenty minutes left until nine o'clock, and even though the old gentleman knew that the odds of this book were only one in a thousand, I still stepped forward and handed the materials in my hand to the counter.

"Excuse me, excuse me, do you have the impression that there is this book in this library?" I became very cautious about people like my father.

The old gentleman who was originally reading a book heard the sound and lowered his reading glasses on the bridge of his nose to look at me, and I saw his staff name plate "Li Yicheng". He put down the anecdotes he was reading and walked over to me.

Looking at his stride posture, I was even more sure that he was a soldier.

"What are you looking for?" Mr. Li asked with a thick local accent and full of anger.

"Oh, hello Mr. Li, this, this book." I pointed to the picture on the paper and asked, "Have you seen it?"

Mr. Li has an absolute atmosphere rendering power for me, my whole mood became inexplicably nervous, and my attitude towards speech also changed.

"You're from Shandong?" He glanced at the information in my hand and asked me an inconsequential question.

"Hmm...... My father is from Shandong."

"No wonder." I don't know how he judged it, but he looked a little different from my father's age, and he had more than 60 years of life experience.

Mr. Li scratched his nose, pointed to those ancient books and pictures, and asked, "What are you looking for here?"

"Oh, a historical study."

"What research?"

"Regarding the study of language and writing, I hope to collect some ancient books and collect more languages." I replied with a serious face, and suddenly realized that I really didn't cover the kung fu of blind breaking.

"They're too?" He looked back, his tone full of doubt.

When I looked back, I wondered if the old gentleman was looking like they were doing research.

"yes, yes." I replied awkwardly.

「...... That's right." He looked at me again, his fingers tapping regularly on the table, as if he were pondering some complicated issue. Suddenly, he said to me, "This thing is not going to be on the shelf, and besides, it's not a book."

"What?" I was amazed at the change in Mr. Li's accent, and I was surprised that he actually knew about this book, and I was blocked to a 1 in 1,000 chance.

"How did you get this information?"

"This library's information network, you wait...... Yes? Strange?" I hurriedly pulled out my phone to prove it to him, but I couldn't find the brightly colored web page.

The website is gone, but I did print it.

Mr. Li squinted at me, measured the two people behind him for a while, and then pointed to the wall clock on the wall and said, "You guys are coming tomorrow." Then he shouted to a few students in the hall that the library was about to close and would not pay attention to us.

"Thank you, Mr. Li, then we'll come back tomorrow." I shouted at the back.

On the way back, Feng Xin and Ziche indicated that they wanted to get off at an unfamiliar intersection, and only agreed to meet in front of the library at nine o'clock tomorrow morning.

I didn't care too much about their trip, and there was nothing to worry about these two people flying away. I just need to go home and get some sleep and show up on time tomorrow.

The next day, I was an hour earlier than the agreed time, but I didn't expect Feng Xin and the others to already stand at the entrance and change their clothes. They leaned against the library door, as if they had been waiting for a long time.

"Hey, so early?" Ziche asked with a grin.

"The same goes for you."

"He's in a hurry, he can't wait." The subcar gestured with his thumb to the person leaning against the door behind him.

"He's anxious too?" I secretly said that I really can't look good.

There was still some time to leave, so we sat in the stairwell, smoked cigarettes, and started chatting.

I looked at Feng Xin, "Hey, I said who do you think the female corpse in the Peach Blossom Paradise Tomb is?" It looks amazing." I remembered the scene of the grave beast kneeling.

He shook his head, "Whoever it is, the owner of the tomb won't be the female corpse."

"How do you know?"

"That female corpse is like an experimental object, and if she becomes it, this method will be used on the main master." Feng Xin said lightly.

"Really?"

"Maybe the Lord isn't buried there." Ziche said.

"Why are those people so bored, they would rather rent out than live by themselves." I really don't understand the thinking of the ancients.

"What do you say? People, rich and free, don't know what they want to do, they can only do boring things." Ziche echoed.

"It seems to be the same regardless of the dynasty."

"People."

We didn't have a match, and the content of the conversation didn't have a theme. At this time, Mr. Li appeared, and he slowly walked up the steps.

"Mr. Lee, morning." I took the initiative to say hello.

Mr. Li ignored me, just took out a folding sleeve from his pocket and pasted the access card inside to the sensor machine next to him.

Gurgle. The door of the library opened, not so much a door, but actually a piece of floor-to-ceiling glass??, only to prevent gentlemen and villains. But then again, the library doesn't even have a computer, and the borrowing of books is still in the same way as a library card, and I don't see anything worth stealing.

"Come with me." He said as he took a key from a drawer at the counter.

Mr. Li led us to the musty storage room and gave a general account of the history of the library, which turned out to be a private library.

He had been in the service for almost thirty years, and after the founder's death, only his two sons had recently received new books that were regularly meaningful, and any remaining equipment had not been updated, and all the books that had not been borrowed for more than a certain period of time would be moved to this basement for storage.

As soon as I heard it, I wanted to say that the time when the founder left should be in 1997, and the founder also built the latest Internet database at that time.

Mr. Li also said that the materials I was looking for should be donated by the founder from his own home, a long, long time ago when the library was flooded when the typhoon hit, he had seen similar threading books when he was sorting out the aftermath, but it was too long, he couldn't remember whether it was the same one, some of those threading books were soaked in the rain, and the rest were scattered and couldn't be put on the shelves, so they all moved to this basement.

"It's been a long time since anyone has come for a book." When Mr. Li, who was leading the way, said this, he felt very sad.

None of us spoke, just listened quietly to the old man's lament at the inexorable passage of time.

The hallway in the basement is long, but there is only a door at the end that opens on the left. Mr. Li inserted the key into the door lock and turned around a few times, turned on the light inside, and reminded us that the museum was only open until 5 p.m. on Saturdays before leaving.

Suddenly, there were only three of us left in the long storeroom.

There were a lot of cardboard boxes piled up in front of us, and after we moved a few boxes together, the damp musty smell spread more and more from the inside out, but to be honest, the smell was much better than those rotting corpses.

I can see that the iron frame behind me is set up in an orderly manner, and the books on the shelves are neatly arranged, and they have indeed been well organized before. Maybe it was because the later people were greedy for convenience, and it was impossible to put back the books sent down anyway, so they were all piled up in front of them.

"Okay, let's get started." Feng Xin said.

"This information is from twenty years ago, do you think it would be more efficient to start with the end?" I asked.

"It's just a wire book, anyway, right?" Ziche shrugged and said, his eyes looking ready to go.

We reached a consensus and walked through the cardboard boxes in front of us to the back iron shelf and began to search. At first, it can be said that the search is completely clueless, and after carefully scanning the rows and rows, I didn't see a shadow similar to a stitch book. It's been locked up for a long time, the air is not well ventilated, and there is not much dust in it.

"Chen Yunran." Feng Xin suddenly called me.

"Damn, why are you scaring me?" I was concentrating on my search, and he suddenly called me from behind and startled me.

"The old gentleman ......"

"Uh-huh."

"Do you remember what he said last night?" Feng Xin asked suddenly.

"What did you say?" I tried to think about it, "Hmm...... He asked me if I was from Shandong."

"If you think of something, just say it." Ziche was flipping through some old books that couldn't tell whether they were loose pages or pieces of paper, blocking Feng Xin's sentence.

Feng Xin raised his head and looked around at these iron shelves and said, "People's first reaction is often the most real, that old gentleman only glanced at it last night, and immediately said that what we are looking for will not be on the shelf, and besides, this is not a book."

I thought about it for a while and seemed to have a little impression of this, but I didn't listen carefully to the old man's momentum last night.

"Think about it, if it weren't for books, what would it be in this day and age?" He paused for a moment and continued, "I think the old gentleman knows what we're looking for, but he doesn't want to point it out on the spot, and when he just came down, he made a point of confusing us with some stitching books, and I guess he was planning to make us retreat." Feng Xin spoke his reasoning earnestly.

I was stunned for a moment and said, "If you don't want us to know, you can just refuse us......

Ziche tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Maybe the old man has something to hide, and it's not necessarily difficult to speak."

Feng Xin lowered his head and smiled.

I looked at it, and I couldn't guess what his smile meant at this moment.

Then it occurred to me that something old had happened.

"Slides!"

"What?" Ziche and Feng Xin asked in unison.

"Yes, slides, twenty years ago it was either a book or a slide." The remake of this information is so vague, not because of the gloomy environment.