The next morning, I followed the walking route of the Kaban Library, which I had heard about the day before, and found this small library with a humble name.

When I got back to the villa last evening, I was still excited and restless at my unexpected discovery, but after less than a cup of tea, I was sober. I knew that no matter how happy I was or how anxious I was, it didn't help. The development of things has its own laws, once you forcibly interfere from the side, it is very likely that you will get half the result, it is better to go with the flow. Now at this juncture, instead of thinking about this and that, it is better to calm down and do what you can, it is time to study and study the Mori people.

In the past, I always wanted to avoid the exploration of the Moris, but now all the roads to "Rome" are so ambiguous that I have to put it on the agenda. With such a hard thought in mind, I walked into this pitifully small library.

Although the name of the library is quite loud, the layout of the environment inside is really not flattering. The library is quite simple, that is, about 350 square meters in size, with seven or eight old desks and chairs placed horizontally and vertically, and the mottled wallpaper has almost fallen off. On the east side of the room were ten large old bookcases, the books on which were stacked high and low, looking disorganized, and it was obvious that no one had cleaned them up for a long time.

In the library, except for an old librarian who was over the age of six, only a few readers sat scattered around. I took a cursory glance, and one of them was familiar. I looked closely, this was not the captain of the criminal police team, Rahman. He didn't rush to handle the case, but appeared here, what's going on?! I'm a little confused.

I approached him and called out in a whisper. He was stunned for a moment, looked up from a half-opened tome, and glanced at me through reading glasses.

"Oh, Xu Meng, it turned out to be you?!"

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"Anyway, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack. Today Thor is going to investigate the man-made gem you found in the cave yesterday, and I'm going to the library to look for books about the old history of the Moli people, and by the way, to satisfy my curiosity. Rahman smiled indifferently, "Why are you here to patronize this dilapidated library?!" ”

"Same as you think." We both laughed at the coincidence.

I pulled out a chair next to Rahman and sat down. On the table in front of Rahman was a large stack of colorful books, which was quite a lot! As soon as you see the colorful and colorful cover of the book, you will probably know that the content expounded in the book basically revolves around the customs and folk stories of ethnic minorities, and it is nothing more than an introduction to the traditional preferences, customs, habits and taboos that are widely popular in the material and cultural life of ethnic minorities such as clothing, diet, housing, production, marriage, funeral, festivals, entertainment, etc.

I also took out a book called "The Disillusionment and Rebirth of Minorities" and read it. The title of this book appealed to me, but the content of the book was full of verbose red tape, and it tasted like chewing wax.

After I put down this puzzling book, I picked up another book, The Rise and Fall of Extreme Minorities, and started reading. These books are either voluminous tomes or concise manuscripts. But when I looked closely, I found that there were very few written descriptions of the Moli people in the book. There are also other books that mention the development and changes of the Mori people, but they are only general, and the plots that are taken out of context and ambiguous take up a considerable amount of space.

I put down the book and rubbed my neck, which was already a little sore. At this time, an old floor-to-ceiling clock on the west side of the library struck twelve times, and oh, it was already twelve o'clock at noon. I looked up and saw that there was no one in the library, not even the young librarian, who had quietly gone to their staff cafeteria. Now the two of us were the only ones sitting alone in this small library, and the pitifully small library suddenly became larger, and the empty atmosphere floated quietly around the two of us.

Rahman also stretched his waist greatly, and said tiredly, "It's already twelve o'clock, you can go to the restaurant to eat." ”

"Let's go together."

"I'm not going, I've prepared bread, and I'm going to fight a long battle today, and I'm going to take all these books. I think there's definitely something we need. ”

At this moment, Rahman's relaxed words were like a dose of chicken blood in me, and immediately made my blood boil. I suddenly radiated from the bottom of my heart the determination of grinding an iron pestle into a needle, time is so urgent, I can no longer hold the absurd mood of idle clouds and wild cranes to spend time to do things, I must go all out, race against time, it is possible to exchange for a precious glimmer of life.

So I said seriously: "I eat a lot in the morning, I am not hungry at all, and I also read with you." As long as you turn enough books, you will definitely gain something. These words were not so much encouraging as motivating himself.

Rahman, however, was very puzzled, and asked with some consternation: "To tell you the truth, you joined this tour group temporarily in order to take care of old lady Jones when the train was about to leave, which means that you are the least likely person to be involved in the murder in this tour group, but you are the only person who cares most about this mystery." I used to think that you might be so keen because you have to perform military duties. But now you've gotten to the point where you don't eat or sleep, and that's a world away from doing military duty. ”

I really didn't think Rahman would come up with such an idea, and I was momentarily speechless. I think about it, at this moment I am telling the whole truth, and he may not believe it easily, so it is better to be vague. If the mystery is finally revealed, it's not too late for me to tell him.

So after making up my mind, I said vaguely: "Actually, there are some things involved, but if the case is not solved, it is useless to say it." ”

In fact, this big truth, saying it means not saying it, but I can't help it. I knew Rahman must have been confused, but he kept his mouth shut and handed me a large loaf of bread.

"I've brought several loaves of bread with me, which I had prepared for Thor, but he hasn't come yet, because the investigation of the gem has not yet been successful, so if you are hungry, eat it. Besides, where do you get the strength to solve the case without eating! He smiled again, and it seemed that he didn't take my words to heart.

I took the bread gratefully and took a big bite.

After that, we started fighting side by side again. Although I am still concentrating on reading books as usual, I am aware that the fundamental nature of reading has changed subtly, and I have come to see a simple reading series as a battle without gunpowder. With this unyielding motivation, I did my best to immerse myself in reading while copying the passages in detail as needed, or to write down the names of the books and the corresponding chapters and page numbers in detail. Even after such a constant toil, time poured down like a plate of quicksand under the howling wind, and the vast sea of books was still piled up as high as a hill.

It was already evening, and the two of us were left in the huge library again, and even the old librarian couldn't bear to disturb us, so he left the library quietly and humorously. Rather, the library is so devastated that even if the door is not locked at night, it will not attract any thieves who steal the beams and pillars.

Thor arrived, and after a brief account of the search for the man-made gems, he joined us. Although there are countless bibliographies of literature on ethnic minorities, the three of us are like a swarm of ants devouring thousands of miles of embankments.

We have been reading at night, and the bread that Rahman has brought with us has been eaten unconsciously, but fortunately, we still have abundant spiritual food to nourish and fill our already empty stomachs.

Selfless dedication never disappoints, and the seeds we planted have finally blossomed into their first flowers, and the investigation has begun to take shape. We made persistent efforts to continue to cultivate, and finally got a glimpse of a blooming dawn. Several of us were so excited that we almost forgot that this was a brutal and heartless case.

In the blink of an eye, it was already dawn. Accompanied by the long night, we searched through almost all the documents, books, newspapers and magazines related to the case, and edited, recorded and collected a lot of information and documents related to the case, and gained a lot. After that, we finally left the library and returned to the criminal police brigade. After washing up, I ate breakfast simply and neatly. Despite the sleepless night, the three of us were unusually energetic.

Rahman said categorically: "Everything is ready now, only the east wind is owed." Tomorrow is the last day of the tour group's stay here, and without further ado, we must hold a meeting right away and put good things on the table! ”

Although it has nothing to do with the little spinning top I care about the most, I can't suppress my excitement, maybe this may be the joy of solving the mystery once I solve it!