"What is the curator? Could it be the one who runs the library? Looking at this rather strange key, Tianxiang suddenly felt an inexplicable excitement in his heart. According to the knowledge he gained from those military books, these ancients, known as "X long", should be some guys with abilities beyond ordinary people. A "squad leader" commands ten people, and a "division commander" can command tens of thousands of people. Although Tianxiang didn't know the specific meaning of this, the difference between ten people and tens of thousands of people was still very clear. Since even a small "squad leader" can have the ability to command ten people, then the "librarian" who is the leader of the entire library will not be too bad to think about. As for the room called the "Curator's Room", I am afraid that there will be something special waiting to be discovered.

The excellent comprehension ability of the human brain and the powerful perceptual prediction function of the insect brain are so perfectly combined at this time.

Tianxiang's comprehension ability is good, although there are some deviations from the actual situation, but in terms of theoretical basis, it is somewhat good. In this way, Tianxiang, who carried a steel spear in one hand, a key in the other, and a bullet pistol pinned to his waist, carefully ascended to the top fourth floor of the library, guided by the broken text on the wall, and finally stood in front of a closed door covered with iron sheets.

"Curator's Room". Tianxiang looked up at the small square bronze plaque above the iron gate. The text inside is exactly the same as the logo on the key. Don't be suspicious, this is it.

The role of the key, Tianxiang has heard in the learning machine. Although I haven't seen anything in person, I still have a vague idea in my head. Now that I have such an opportunity to operate, I naturally don't find it difficult. Try to gently stuff the key in your hand into Tianxiang, who is in the keyhole on the left side of the door, and carefully and slowly turn the flat handle of the key that is exposed. After hearing a slight vibration from it, a tiny slit peeked out of the closed iron door.

Tianxiang, who had just walked into the room, didn't care about looking at the surrounding environment, let out a low exclamation in his mouth, and hurriedly rushed to a large dusty table in front of him after a few steps, reached out and grabbed an item that had been locked by his eyes from the door and placed on the table, and played with it carefully.

It was a gun. A pistol with a short handle, but a strange difference in appearance from the previous one.

With the experience of the first gun, Tianxiang effortlessly disassembled the bottom of the handle and took out a black-colored magazine from it. With the knowledge and guidance in the book, coupled with his own actual experience, Tianxiang knows very well that a gun without bullets is simply a useless pile of scrap metal. Therefore, he was anxious to know how many bullets were still in this gun.

The magazine was empty, and the spring inside didn't pop anything. A huge sense of loss suddenly enveloped Tianxiang's whole body, and it was at this time that he slowly shifted his eyes from the gun in his hand to other places in the room.

It is a very spacious and luxuriously furnished room. For some reason, except for the iron-clad door, all the windows of the room were welded with iron bars as thick as arms. The furnishings in the room are quite simple, except for a crimson carpet and a few calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, a few tall bookcases and a thick stack of books inside.

Of course, on a set of desks and chairs in the center of the room, there is also a white skeleton of the ancients that can be seen everywhere. Looking at that posture, it should be very comfortable to lie down on a soft chair before death.

The whole room may be quite well enclosed, and there are no signs of insect invasion. Compared to the level of chaos outside, it is too much better. But Tianxiang's frustration was not relieved by this, what he needed most was bullets, but here he got a gun without a bullet.

The shape of this gun is noticeably better than the previous one, and due to the constant dryness of the room, the body of the gun has a smooth and translucent feeling instead of the rust left behind by being soaked in water. Tianxiang took the only bullet out of the gun on his body and loaded it, and aimed at a picture on the wall, but the fingers held at the board still couldn't be buckled. He only has one bullet, which must not be wasted. You have to rely on it to save your life at a critical moment!

Putting down the gun in his hand, Tianxiang sighed regretfully, and his eyes finally fell on the two rows of bookcases inlaid with transparent glass. Since you can't get bullets, then taking a look at the collection of books here by the way is more or less a compensation. After all, compared to the rags that are about to fall apart outside, these well-protected books still have a good texture.

World History, National Geographic, Yearbook 2017。。。。。。 The beautifully packaged thick books made Tianxiang feel quite enjoyable to read, and the contents of them also made him feel shocked. There have been so many strange events on the earth where we live, and human beings are not exactly a whole, but are grouped into various different types of "nations". However, what surprised Tianxiang the most was that before those dead ancients, there were various ancient societies. However, judging from the records in the book and the pictures interspersed in it, it seems that those ancient people before the ancients also used steel spears and knives as weapons, rather than using such terrible things as "guns" like the ancients.

Holding the "World History" that had reached the end page in his hand, Tianxiang closed the heavy back cover in confusion. He really couldn't figure it out, according to the book, human beings should be in a state of "development", and various "technologies" should become more and more advanced. But why is it that the era in which I live is so different from that of the ancients? What is the reason for this?

Tianxiang, who had been pondering for a long time, didn't come up with any clue at all, so he could only shake his head with a wry smile and put the "World History" in his hand back to its original position on the shelf. The eye also scrutinizes carefully through the rows of books. He was going to keep searching, to find the answers to his questions from the books.

"Bang", a sound that is clearly produced by the impact of metal sounded from the back of the huge bookcase. With this loud noise, Tianxiang was surprised to see that this huge bookcase, which should have been completely facing him, was slowly fanned into it from the right. At the same time, the intense light radiating from this hidden space suddenly made Tianxiang have to raise his hand, carefully blocking the inexplicable dazzling white light. You know, the glimmer of phosphorus fire that originally emanated from the corpse of the ancients was enough for him to read every word in the book. This sudden and intense light really made people who were used to the darkness feel a little uncomfortable.

The source of the light is a small row of white light bulbs mounted on the four corners of the walls of the space behind the bookcase. It seems to be something that uses some kind of energy storage device to keep things going. If it was in the past, Tianxiang would definitely try his best to take one off and study it carefully. But now, his eyes, accustomed to the light, looked around as if the bulbs didn't exist, and he stumbled upon everything in the chamber.

Gun! Oh my God, there are so many guns here!

The chamber is huge, almost twice the size of the curator's room outside. The walls were covered with guns of all kinds, and on the concrete-smoothed floor, large boxes nailed to wooden slats were neatly stacked along the side of the walls. Maybe it's because there are so many boxes that they have to be stacked on top of each other. From the ground to the center of the nearly three-meter-high wall. The space in the middle of the room was not wasted. Huge wooden chests were lined up in ten rows, from the innermost end of the chamber to the entrance. The generous space on both sides also allows the boxes to be placed up to five times wide. Finally, as if the man who stacked the boxes didn't think that was enough to pile everything here, he added three layers of the same square containers to the dense crates.

Therefore, the first thing that catches Tianxiang's eye is the rows of guns neatly arranged on the platform of wooden boxes stacked in the middle of the room, exuding a strong smell of engine oil. Its number is simply impossible to estimate.

If it had been someone else, or Tianxiang a few days ago, he would have been so shocked by this sudden discovery that he would have fainted to death on the spot. At the very least, you will be stunned and stand still in your head, losing all your thinking skills. After all, this is the most basic reaction of a normal person when faced with such a situation.

However, at this time, although Tianxiang was also shocked by his discovery, he did not appear to be at a loss. Nerve centers that have been modified by worm brain cells are almost never in transient shock due to such events. You know, in the eyes of an insect beast that feeds on other insects, encountering a gathering of tens of thousands of insects happens almost every day. If every time he finds a large number of prey, he will faint with excitement, then even if Tianxiang doesn't do it, this poor insect beast will one day die because of the blood in his body.

"It's a rifle, yes, it's the kind of rifle that the ancients said they could shoot at long range. As for the model, it should be called SK-52, a product of the Wuhan Arsenal of the Pan-Asian Federation in 2027. It is characterized by good accuracy and a tiny rear seat for shooting. Tianxiang carefully studied a black spear that he had picked up at random from the wooden box shelf. These days, he has been looking through the pile of military books for a long time. The variety of different types of guns is also completely memorized. At this time, if you want to identify its model and origin from the piles of "gun mountains", there is naturally no difficulty at all.

"MG452 light machine gun, produced by Krupp 2022 by the European Economic Community Cooperation Organization. Light weight and high launch speed. ”

P104 large-caliber pistol, produced by the Alliance of the Americas 2025 Arizona Humberley Arms Company. The structure of the mechanism is ingenious, the bomb capacity is large, and the power is full. ”

"MP5K2 long-range sniper rifle, produced by the Pan-Asian Alliance Xi'an 302 Arsenal in 2025. The firing range is long, the stability is good, and the accuracy is more than three times that of similar products. ”

As if he was making a comment, Tianxiang picked up the weapons in front of him one by one, and compared them with the knowledge he gained from the book. He really didn't expect that here, right here, in a place that he had never thought of, would be completely unexpectedly discovered so many ancient weapons. Although Tianxiang hadn't thought about how to deal with these things for a while, he already had a fairly clear concept in his mind.

"Everything belongs to me and must not fall into the hands of anyone else. As long as I have them, I will be the strongest, so strong that even in the face of the most terrifying insect beast, I can easily kill it with one shot. ”

The greed in the human brain and the predatory thoughts in the worm's brain are so tacitly combined at this time.

Not just guns, but bullets, a terrible number of bullets. Although the text mark on the crate had clearly stated its contents, Tianxiang, who was not very comfortable about it, still stubbornly used the steel spear in his hand to pry open the cover of one of them. Suddenly, rows of bullets only half the size of a finger appeared in front of him under the illumination of the dazzling light. Looking at these bullets glowing with a pale yellow light, Tianxiang felt as if he was in a treasure trove of myths and legends, bullets were gold, guns were diamonds, and there was a box full of ammunition lying there quietly, like a precious jewel and a black magazine. Yes, it's a huge treasure trove at all! A treasure trove that belongs to me alone!

Without time to think about it, Tianxiang immediately began to calculate his wealth. However, he soon discovered that it was completely futile and useless. Not to mention when the bullets have to be counted, even those various types of guns placed in rows, if you want to count them completely, it will definitely not work without ten days and half a month. What's more, there are as many as six of the same bookcases in the director's room. The moment he accidentally touched the mechanism just now, the other five revealed their hidden treasures to him in the same way, just like this moving closet.

In other words, there are as many as six rooms filled with weapons and ammunition as this secret room.

"I have to pick up Tianrou and bring her here." Tianxiang only had this one thought in his mind now. The sheer amount of munitions would have kept him and his sister safe in the future, and there were plenty of insects near the library to keep them fed. Of course, the most important thing is that there are thousands of books here. These books left behind by ancient people. The knowledge contained in it is also what Tianxiang is most interested in. Although I don't know why all those wise ancients died, I don't know why the incomparably beautiful world in the book has become what it is today. But Tianxiang knew one thing quite clearly.

"There's definitely the answer I want to know!"

You have to take the guns with you, but you can't take them all. Although Tianxiang had this urge in his heart to put all the weapons on his body, reason told him: "This is simply impossible". The weight of the gun is not heavy, but with the addition of bullets, it becomes completely different. Therefore, after weighing left and right, Tianxiang finally decided: only one M5G43 submachine gun and one P104 pistol. According to the book, this submachine gun, which the ancients called it, can easily drain all sixty rounds in a magazine in one minute, and is a great weapon against those dense swarms of insects. As for the pistol, it is a highly recommended melee weapon in the book. In this regard, Tianxiang, who has a deep understanding, will naturally do so.

In addition to guns and bullets, he found a few other things in several secret rooms.

Clothes, quite sturdy clothes. This is a type of clothing that is called a "combat suit" in the books. Tianxiang, who thinks he is well-informed, has no way of telling what kind of material this thing is made of. The suit is quite soft and pleasant to the touch, except for some hard lumpy objects on the shoulders and knees, and even the fingers are covered by the clothes from head to toe. Although he felt a little unaccustomed to wearing it for the first time, Tianxiang was quite satisfied with choosing one of the several combat uniforms hanging on the wall, and replaced the few dirty pieces of tattered cloth on his body.

Because, he stumbled upon it, the strength of the garment was astonishing. Even the tip of the steel spear that he had worked so hard to sharpen had not been pierced through the thin layer of cloth on the surface of his clothes. Although under the force of the spear tip, the clothes themselves formed a deep dentation. But all the while, Tianxiang didn't see the tip of a spear that shimmered with silver light appear from the other side of his clothes.

If the hardest steel spear is still like this, then the teeth of the insects will naturally not be a problem.

A complete set of combat uniforms made Tianxiang feel the wonderful taste of wearing new clothes for the first time. The dress is tight, but it also fits well. From the soft shoes and gloves to the protective layer tightly around the neck, there was nothing that made Tianxiang feel uncomfortable. After moving his hands and feet casually, he found that wearing this kind of clothing seemed to be able to slightly improve his ability to move his body to a certain extent. Just the act of jumping on the spot exceeded the previous distance of almost a meter.

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