Thatch took Su Mengfan and walked all the way forward, walking down a passage that formed an angle to another corridor, which became narrower and narrower as she went, and there were new doors everywhere.

Thatch did not run quickly as he passed through the passage, but often stopped to listen.

The floor is covered with wooden planks, and the forbidden words are hung on the walls: "Please be quiet!" "The words, like the entire library, are yellow.

From the open door, you can see the rooms and the abandoned office.

A rustle could sometimes be heard behind the closed door, and Su Mengfan thought he had heard footsteps. He looked at his partner's look and knew it wouldn't be helpful.

The two of them left the place in a hurry as soon as possible.

Then, as Thatch had said before, a doorway to their right led to another stairwell.

It's a little brighter than the dark walls.

Because there are windows in each step, the fifth floor has a view of the patio and some of the outbuildings, as well as some of the scorched frames of the craft equipment.

But Su Mengfan couldn't check the patio for a long time, because at this moment, from the corner of the building where he and Thatch were, two gray bulging creatures came out.

They walked slowly through the patio, as if looking for something.

Suddenly, one of the creatures stopped and looked up.

Su Mengfan felt as if it was looking straight at the window where he was standing.

Su Mengfan stepped back and squatted on his feet.

He didn't need to explain what was going on to his partner, his partner understood everything.

"{Librarian}?" He whispered in panic and sat down to avoid being exposed to the sight projected by the street.

Su Mengfan nodded quietly.

Thatch then wiped the plexiglas from his gas mask, as if doing so would help him wipe his forehead, which was sweating from worry.

Then he calmed down and dragged Su Mengfan up the stairs quickly.

Further up, there is another set of winding corridors...... Finally, he hesitated to stop in front of a few doors.

"I don't remember this place anymore," he said, bewildered, "this is supposed to be the population leading to the copy of the card catalog, but no one said that there are several doors here." ”

He pondered, then jerked the doorknob of one of the doors uncertainly, and it locked, as did the others.

He shook his head in bewilderment, as if not believing it was true, and pulled the doorknob again. Su Mengfan also tried, of course, in vain.

"They're locked." He said, despair in his voice.

Thatch suddenly trembled, and Su Mengfan looked at him worriedly, and took a step to the side just in case.

But Thatch just laughed.

"Why didn't you knock?" He suggested to Su Mengfan, and said with a smile with tears in his eyes, "I'm sorry, this is likely to be a sudden madness." ”

Su Mengfan also felt trembling all over.

The tension that had accumulated in the past hour began to be released, and how hard it had been controlled before, how much it exploded now.

They giggled foolishly, and they stood with their backs to the wall and laughed for a minute.

"Knock!" Su Mengfan repeated, covering his abdomen, regretting that he couldn't take off the gas mask and wipe away his tears.

He walked to the nearest door and knocked on it three times with his knuckles.

A second later, three loud echoes came from the other side of the door.

Su Mengfan's throat immediately became dry, and his heart began to beat wildly in his chest.

Someone was standing behind the door, listening to them laugh all the time, waiting, ...... that?

Thatch gave him a panicked look and stepped back from the door.

And from the other side, someone knocked on the door again, the sound getting louder and the force getting heavier.

Then, according to the method in his memory, Su Mengfan retreated from the wall and kicked off the lock of the door next to him.

He hadn't expected it to be useful, but the gate crashed to the ground, and the steel mechanism of the lock fell off the rotten gate, and some wood came down with it.

The room behind this door was unlike any of the other rooms or the hallways in the library they had walked through before.

For some reason, this room is very damp and oppressive.

Through the beam of light from the flashlight, they could see a small wall overgrown with oddly shaped plants.

Thick stalks, luxuriant oily leaves, strong mixed smells even invade their anti-virus filters, and the ground is covered with tangled roots, trunks, thorns, flowers...... Some of these roots extend into hidden or broken pots or barrels.

The familiar vines coiled together and supported a row of cabinets that looked the same as those in the huge vestibule, but were completely rotten due to the high humidity.

This became apparent when Thatch tried to open one of the drawers.

"It's a copy of the card catalog," he said to Su Mengfan with a sigh of relief, "We're closer to the truth." ”

They heard another knock behind them, and someone turned the doorknob as if to see if it worked.

They use punches. Spear the vines away, and be careful not to trip over the roots that litter the ground.

They speed through the mysterious and evil garden hidden in the depths of the library.

There is also a door at the other end of the hall, which is not locked. They walked down the last hallway, then stopped.

When they arrived at the document library, they felt it immediately, the air was filled with the smell of dust, the library breathing calmly, billions of pages making extremely faint whispers.

Su Mengfan looked around.

It looked like he could smell old books, which was a smell he particularly liked when he was a kid.

He looked at Thatch inquiringly.

"Yes, we're already there," Thatch replied in the affirmative, and continued in a hopeful tone, "huh? ”

"Hmm...... It's eerie here. Su Mengfan admitted. He didn't immediately understand what his partner was expecting at first.

"You heard the book we're looking for?" Thatch added, "From here on, its voice will be clearer. ”

Su Mengfan closed his eyes, trying to concentrate.

The mind was empty and constantly echoing, as if it were an abandoned tunnel inside.

Standing like this for a moment, he began to listen to the faint voices that filled the library again, but could not hear anything that represented a voice or a call.

To make matters worse, he didn't feel anything, even if someone had said that Su Mengfan and those employees had mentioned something that felt completely different, it wouldn't help.

"No, I can't hear anything," he said, spreading his hands.

"It doesn't matter," Thatch sighed after a moment of silence, "Let's go to another level, there are 19 floors here, we keep looking until we find it, it's best not to go back empty-handed." ”

They walked out into the service elevator, went up a few floors, and then stopped to try their luck again.

On this level, everything they saw was exactly the same as when they first arrived, with medium rooms, glass windows, a few desks, the ceiling and the corners with plants that they had seen many times, two corridors leading in different directions, and countless bookshelves on either side of each narrow passage.

The ceilings in the rooms and corridors are low, just over two meters high.

After looking at the unusually large foyer and the main reading room, it seems difficult to squeeze between the floor and ceiling, and even breathing.

The stacks are densely packed with thousands of different books, many of which look completely untouched and are very well preserved.

This suggests that the purpose of building a library is to preserve a microclimate inside even if people abandon it.

Seeing such a huge wealth, Su Mengfan forgot the purpose of coming here for a while. He rushed into one of the rows of bookshelves, looked at the spine, and reverently swiped one hand across it.

Thatch initially thought his partner had heard what he was going to hear, so he didn't interfere.

But then he finally understood, he rudely grabbed Su Mengfan and dragged him on.

There were three, four, six corridors, one hundred and twelve stacks, and thousands or more books, in a dark library of documents through a little yellow light.

The next layer, and the next layer...... All in vain.

Su Mengfan didn't feel anything that could be said to be a voice or a call, nothing special at all.

He recalled, did the employees who came to {Hayabusa Station} really think that he was born a child, born with special abilities, a man of destiny?

Then, he had his own judgment on the illusion - the illusion.

He began to feel that there was something in the last few floors, but it wasn't what he was expecting, and it wasn't what the employees wanted.

It was a vague feeling, a feeling of someone's presence, reminding him of the disgusting horror of being in a tunnel.

Each floor they walked through seemed to be completely abandoned, and there was no sign of {librarian] or any other creature, but despite this, he kept trying to turn around.

He had the crazy feeling of being watched intently by someone between the bookshelves.

Thatch touched his shoulder and shone the flashlight on his boot.

Thatch didn't know how to tie his shoes, and a long shoelace dragged on the floor behind him.

"I'll tie my shoelaces, and you keep walking, and maybe you'll hear something." He whispered and crouched down.

Su Mengfan nodded, slowly walking forward step by step, looking back at Thatch every second.

Thatch was laboriously tying his shoes. It's not easy to wear thick gloves to tie slippery laces.

As he walked forward, Su Mengfan first shone his flashlight on the row of bookshelves stretching forward on his right, and then quickly moved the beam to the left, trying to catch the bent gray shades in the rows of dusty, time-covered books.

After leaving his partner about 30 meters, Su Mengfan suddenly clearly heard the rustling sound of the two rows of bookshelves in front of him.

He already held Chong in his hand. Sharpen the gun, then press the flashlight against the barrel.

He guessed someone was hiding somewhere in the hallway.

He saw two rows of bookshelves, crammed with scrolls of books, reaching to the top and dissolving into the distance.

There was no one, the beam then swept to the left, maybe the enemy was hiding there, in the opposite direction, still no one.