"Well, is there anything else besides these?" I asked while lowering my head and taking notes.
"Yes," Kitamura Kazuko nodded. "Before the old gentleman disappeared, he kept talking about 'flying birds'. And later when we entered his bedroom, we found that some small furniture had disappeared, leaving only a pile of feather."
"Yeah, okay, I understand... Don't worry, Miss Kitamura, I will definitely find Mr. Kitamura." I said, pretending to be aware of the facts, in order to reassure Kazuko Kitamura.
"Sorry." Kitamura Kazuko stood up and bowed to me.
"No, no, no, no, it won't happen!" I also panicked and stood up and bowed several times.
It must be said that I have never dealt with the human world, so I panicked all of a sudden.
Seeing me like this, Kitamura Kazuko gently touched her lips with her fingertips and smiled softly.
I laughed so hard that my face turned red and I was so embarrassed.
After experiencing such an embarrassing thing, I finally got out of Kazuko Kitamura's boudoir and went to investigate.
In fact, overall, Kitamura Kazuko did not give me many useful clues.
The only useful thing is probably that the old man often goes to Hoshino Satoru Bookstore to read. This bookstore is also considered a relatively famous bookstore in Yokohama. The reason is that there are many types of books, the publication dates are relatively large across servers, and they come from many countries.
I guess the old man likes to go to Hoshino Satoru Bookstore just to read some books from his own country.
After thinking about it, things became a little clearer. I immediately took out the map and looked for the location of Hoshino Satoru Bookstore.
However, after searching for a long time, I finally found this so-called famous bookstore in a small alley.
I raised my eyebrows in disbelief, got up and headed to the bookstore.
…
Finally, I walked to the city where Hoshino Satoru Bookstore is located. When I walked to the alley, I always felt a cold breath sweeping through my body.
I swallowed a gulp of saliva, and with the thought of "I will never die if I have superpowers", I gritted my teeth and got into the alley.
When I arrived at the bookstore at the end of the alley, I pushed open the old wooden door.
The door even got stuck halfway through. I tried my best to push it for a long time, but I couldn't open it.
"Lift it up and you can push it away." A warm and kind old voice in the house reminded me kindly.
To be honest, I was shocked at first when I heard this sound. But after the door opened and I saw the kind face in front of me, I was no longer so afraid.
"welcome."
The source of the voice was an old woman with gray hair. Her hair was loosely rolled into a ball and bound by butterfly-shaped hairpins.
Her face is leisurely, and the corners of her mouth are always slightly raised. Although the corners of the eyes are covered with crow's feet, they are lines from heaven, full of freshness.
"Hello," I nodded in greeting, and a smile appeared on my lips, "I am entrusted by the police to find someone. Could you please show me the borrowing list?"
"Okay." The old lady responded slowly and took out a thick record book from under the wooden cabinet.
I took the booklet, and when I saw the Chinese characters on the title of the book cover, my movements suddenly froze.
"Are you Chinese?" I asked in surprise.
The lady smiled and nodded.
After receiving the affirmation, my heart immediately jumped with joy. After all, ever since I came to Fumino's world, all the people I've interacted with have been locals from Yokohama. Even though I can speak Japanese, the culture and life habits are somewhat awkward.
Now I finally met someone from my hometown, not to mention how excited I was.
"Your name?"
"Bing Xin."
When I heard this name, I was suddenly shocked beyond words. He unexpectedly accepted the commission casually. The bookstore owner was a great writer whom he had only heard of but never met.
It truly deserves to be a world of "literary men"!
"Xingji, my name is Watanabe Tsubasa." However, in order to avoid being exposed, I still looked calm and used the pseudonym I made up.
"Oh, you are a local. I thought you were also from China..."
Bing Xin replied, a little disappointed.
In fact, seeing her like this made me feel uncomfortable, but due to the helplessness of the book-wearer, I still didn't make any excuses. I just made a few vague words, then lowered my head and continued to flip through the record book.
Seeing that I was getting serious, Ms. Bing Xin stopped talking to me. She also pulled out a book from her side and immersed herself in it.
And I thought I would be flipping through the record book for a long time, but I didn't expect that as soon as I opened the book, a shocking name appeared out of thin air several times.
Rabindranath Tagore.
He was the first Asian to win the Nobel Prize for Literature. He was born in Calcutta, India, and graduated from the University of London. He is a famous Indian poet, writer, and philosopher.
All in all, he is also a literary giant.
Although I am not very fond of poetry-themed works, I can't help but stand in awe of such a great man.
"Ah, Rabindranath Tagore," Bing Xin started talking when I noticed the name, "he is also a traveler from a foreign country."
"How does he speak Japanese?"
"It's not very good. It's very blunt. It's not as good as mine." Bing Xin said with a smile, and it seemed that she also had friendship with Tagore.
"So do you know where he lives?"
"She should live in an old apartment building next to the park at the foot of the mountain. He mentioned it a few times."
"Then has he read a book recently?"
"No, it's been a long time," Bing Xin shook her head, "It's strange, since he borrowed a book, he never came back even with the book. He is always very punctual. "
"What book is it?"
"I can't remember clearly, it should be written in the booklet."
After saying that, I lowered my head, ran through it with my fingers, and found the nearest date.
Rabindranath Tagore - "Birds", author: unknown.
Seeing this, I started to complain secretly: The original author borrowed his own book, and it was okay, and the book did not indicate the author.
"Ah, it's this book." Bing Xin took off her reading glasses. "I dug it out from under the bookcase a long time ago. Because I liked it very much and felt more intimate after reading it, I put it in my store. ”
"Then this book is gone, you must feel very sad." I stared, feeling a little sorry for Bing Xin.
"It's okay." To my surprise, Bing Xin just shook her head indifferently, "I have read this book many times and almost memorized it. If others like it, it doesn't matter if they memorize it again."
We looked at each other and smiled. Sure enough, the character and heritage of a scholar are beyond my understanding and tolerance.
It’s just that I haven’t read enough books!
"Then do you know where his favorite place was before?"
"Well, let me think about it... Akize Park at dusk. There are few people there. It would be best to feed the pigeons or something."
Bing Xin smiled and raised her skinny hands to straighten her woolen waistcoat.
"Okay, thank you in advance." I nodded and prepared to get up and go to Akize Park.
"You are welcome to read when you have time," Bing Xin smiled again, "Just lift the door and it will open."
