"Early in the morning, if I wasn't familiar with your character, I would have thought it was some kind of trick." The clerk yawned and unlocked the door for the two of them, while quipping Furusawa Senjima, "Anyway, uncle, didn't he give you the key?" ”

Furusawa Senjima shook his head, "The store manager only has one in his hand, and although he said last time that he could lend me a new key, I never found the time to ......"

I didn't expect to put it aside, and I forgot about it, and I didn't remember it until yesterday.

"It's really hard for you to be unreliable...... But what did you come here early in the morning to find? Forgot something? Maybe I can help. ”

He glanced at Nakaya Nakahara, who had already rushed in, and said to Mr. clerk as he walked in, "It's okay, it's just looking for a book that I have read before, and suddenly I want to find it and confirm it...... But to be honest, I've forgotten where I put it in the first place. ”

"That's really enough to find, but fortunately I have time to come over today." Mr. clerk watched him walk in, his hands on his hips, "The books that I usually put in my hands should be in a pile, and I put them back in the original area when I have time, and you can probably see it soon if you look carefully." ”

Furusawa Qiandao raised his eyebrows in a little surprise and said, "It's a big favor, I didn't expect you to suddenly become so reliable, senior?" ”

Predecessor?

Zhongyuan Zhong was also in front of the bookshelf near the door of the store, and when he heard this, he glanced at the people who were still talking at the door, and there was something in his eyes that flashed with emotion.

"It's not that my uncle compares you to you every day, I'm tired of hearing it, and he hasn't gotten tired of talking yet. I thought he was going to adopt you. Mr. clerk shrugged his shoulders and touched Kozawa Senjima's hair as he passed by.

"Come on, I won't accompany you."

"No, I'm sorry you came early in the morning."

After Furusawa Qiandao finished dealing with that, he saw Nakahara Nakaya standing in front of a bookshelf waiting for him, and after noticing his gaze, he turned his head and looked over, as if he really planned to find the bookshelf one by one, so he went up and pulled people to the corresponding historical and cultural divisions.

He pointed to the area full of old books and said helplessly, "This is the ...... Thanks to the seniors who returned the books back to the corresponding sections, we don't have to really look through them all. ”

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the four or five rows of double-sided bookshelves, as well as some of the thick ancient books that looked very old, was silent for two seconds, stepped forward and took out a book and opened it, but the clean appearance of the book came to his face with the smell of stale wood mixed ink, so smoked that he quickly waved his hand in front of him in disgust to dispel the smell.

"The last time the store manager asked me to move out to dry books was a year ago." Furusawa Senjima was not surprised, and he also went over to pick up another book and open it, turning the pages quickly.

There are always dark corners in the whole small bookstore that cannot be taken care of, and some books can only be placed in these places crowded together, and this is the worst place in the whole bookstore, at most it can only be regarded as not damp, and it is normal to produce some smells.

After the Central Plains also opened, he directly used gravity to start the bug, first the pages of a book were controlled to turn autonomously, and then gradually became one by one, placed in the line of sight not far away, and at the same time, it would not smell a particularly pungent smell, and the text description similar to the dream was compared with the comparison of the two sides.

Furusawa Senjima let out an exclamation from the side, "Nakaya is really powerful." ”

Dual-mindedness is also using abnormal abilities at the same time, and it can be mastered so quickly.

"Of course, I'm already very good!" Zhongyuan Zhong also couldn't take his eyes off it, raised his chin slightly, and replied with a slightly proud tone.

After speaking, the two books in his hand were turned to the end.

Furusawa Qiandao coughed dryly, held back his urge to laugh, pointed outside and said, "Then I'll start looking for it from the back row, and try to find it quickly." ”

He moved away from the bookshelf and groped his way to the very end of the area, beginning to search from back to front.

Even if the speed of browsing is very fast, half a day has passed, and they still find nothing.

Furuzawa had slowed down, taking the time to think about the name of the book he had read.

The clerk came over halfway to help Furusawa Senjima find it for a while, but soon left again, and by the way, asked if he wanted to have lunch here directly.

"I stored a lot of leftover ingredients in the room yesterday, which seems to be enough for the three of us to have a meal."

It's just a simple and rough chazuke, but it's still okay to barely cope with your stomach.

Nakahara Nakaya waved his arms to rest and paused, looked through the gap between the bookshelves, glanced at Furusawa Qianjima, who was rubbing his eyes against the bookshelves, and nodded to the clerk who came to ask, "Excuse me, thank you." ”

……

"So what the hell are you looking for? It's really too much trouble to flip through them one by one, or look at the record book? You might be able to recall a familiar name when you see it. As he spoke, the clerk took out the cold rice from the microwave and placed it on a small table that had been set up temporarily.

Furuzawa Qiandao looked up at him blankly, "Record book? Do you mean debit books? I didn't write it at the time, so I guess I didn't write it down. ”

The clerk poured the hot soup into the divided bowl and hesitated for a long time, until the three of them had finished reading the pre-dinner words and were ready to start their lunch, and then he remembered it and uttered a short syllable.

"Ah, I really think I should have written the back part."

What do you mean by "it seems that it should indeed be written".

Furuzawa Qianjima and Nakahara Nakaka also looked up at Mr. clerk, their eyes revealing the same speechlessness between the two, and they didn't dare to pin their hopes on things that he didn't even know.

"It's true! I remember! I really wrote it! You two wait a minute! ”

In the face of this gaze, the clerk's rebellious spirit immediately rose, and as soon as the chopsticks were put down, he ran directly to the back of the counter to find his notebook that had not been used for a long time.

Nakahara also watched him run out of the Japanese room and complained, "Isn't it...... I finally understand why the store manager thinks you're reliable, Qiandao. ”

"I'm pretty reliable." Furusawa Qiandao unconsciously responded, and the breath he blew moved the scattered oil flowers floating on the clear soup, and he picked up the bowl and took a sip.

Although the weather is not cold now, the hot soup with just the right temperature flows down the esophagus into the empty stomach, relieving the muscle fatigue of flipping through books for most of the day, and is so comfortable that it can make people squint.

After drinking, he wondered why Nakahara didn't squeak, and turned his head to look, but saw the other party staring at him with a complicated face.

"What's wrong? Do I have anything on my face? Is it dust? He looked back at each other in confusion.

As soon as Nakahara Nakaya opened his mouth to say something, the clerk rushed back from outside with an excited face holding a thick old notebook in both hands.

"I found it!! This should be the book!! Three years of records are there! ”

Furuzawa Qiandao sped up and took a few bites of rice, and asked him vaguely, "I'll take a look later...... In other words, have you marked the bookshelves that you put each time? ”

"Yes, I've been doing it for a long time, and I still have muscle memory."

Zhongyuan Zhong also stretched his head over to take a look, it was densely and neatly arranged with various titles, times, and locations, both temporarily and repositorily, it seemed that although the business of this bookstore was bleak, there were still many visitors.

He watched as the other person quickly flipped to the page where he had started recording, and muttered, "The number is really terrible." ”

"After all, it has been piled up for several years, more or less every day, and whether it is taken by the clerk or seen by the customer in the store, it must be written down." The clerk said.

"What happens if I don't write it down or forget it?" Nakahara also asked curiously.

"Mr. Store Manager, who will be discovered, will be nagging all day." Furusawa Senjima replied.

What is this?

Zhongyuan Zhong was also speechless.

"Don't look at the old age of the store manager, in fact, it is really difficult to say anything to refute when he nags people." Furusawa Senjima smiled, put down the bowl that had bottomed out, and took the notes from the clerk.

"Let's eat first, and I'll take care of the rest."

"Oh yes, eat and eat, it's bad when it's cold." The clerk hurriedly picked up his bowl and took a big bite of the soup and rice while it was hot, and let out a long sigh.

Nakahara is also similar to Furusawa Qianjima.,It's also started eating from just now.,After the first one finished eating, it moved to the location next to Furusawa Qianjima.,Although I don't know what I'm looking for.,But I also looked at the content twice.。

Many of the words above that are not commonly used are actually vaguely recognized.

In fact, there has been a basic literacy book in the sheep, many members know some basic commonly used words, but more to further study, his own memory from the age of eight, should be regarded as re-learning words, the speed of learning is unexpectedly much faster than others.

Something to do with the gods...... There is also the wonderful feeling between my own strange abilities and myself.

Sometimes Nakahara also feels that maybe he was once a so-called "god"?

"Huh? There really is...... It should be this, "Yokohama Strange Gods Brief Note". Furuzawa Senjima's voice rang out, attracting the attention of Nakahara Nakaya.

He stepped forward, saw the nearest name pointed to by the other party's fingertips, jumped to the last position, saw it clearly, flew straight to the corresponding bookshelf, and then stretched out his index to see the book that was not too old.

With the rapid flip of gravity, in less than ten seconds, Nakahara found the part that was not much different from what he said last night.

"Found it! This guy is ......" his fingertips landed on the first page of this section and paused.

- Aragami, or also known as "Aragami Spit".

The content recorded is very small, and the legends, contents, sources of names, abilities, and the functions in charge are only two pages in total, which is worthy of being "Jane", and it is indeed so simple that there is basically no detailed content to speak of.

Moreover, the author's words clearly do not have much affection for this god, and even have a bit of subjective emotional overtones, terrible abilities and alarm-causing foreshadowings, and even more akin to a natural disaster that destroys everything without emotion—which is obviously a dereliction of duty on the part of the narrator.

"How's that, Nakaya?"

The moment he was startled by the sound, his movements subconsciously stiffened, and when he realized who was coming, he restrained his hasty cover-up moves, almost slowly, he closed the book, and then pretended to be uninterested, and calmly returned to the position just now.

Nakahara didn't want the other party to know that there would be such a god in his body—or rather, "he" was such an existence.

Furusawa Senjima was standing on the other side of the bookshelf at this time, and saw Nakahara Nakaya close the book with a flat face and put it back on the shelf.

"It's nothing, it's just an ordinary made-up legend." Nakahara said the same thing, and walked out without paying much attention, as if he had somewhat expected this result in his heart.

- Really?

Not really, but ...... It's really good to be troublesome.

Furusawa Senjima lowered his eyes, only glanced back at the book, and left there.

"Well, then I'll have to try to find other news." He said without any doubts.