Bang! ! !
After exiting the passage, Mao Sandao closed the door forcefully and vented all his anger and unwillingness on the door.
It feels so frustrating to have your enemy right in front of you and not be able to take revenge!
Mao Sandao kicked away the old books in front of him and sat on the stool at the checkout counter of the bookstore.
There is nothing else on the table except a "Visit Book" written in vermilion on the cover and a black pen.
This checkout counter is actually just a decoration to deceive others and create the illusion of normal business.
After all, this is a place where "illegitimate business" is conducted, and it is necessary to pretend to be selling sheep's heads and selling dog meat.
"I don't know how to find a store in a busy city. I choose such a useless place. I don't have any ideas for doing business!" Mao Sandao opened the store door to the maximum extent.
When doing business, you need to open your store wide and welcome visitors from all directions, and there is no point in keeping the door ajar.
Even if it is fake, it must be fake without any trace.
Staring at the alley in front of the store, Mao Sandao felt a little disgusted. It had been more than half an hour and he didn't even see a fly, let alone a human figure.
He really wanted someone to chat with him.
Even if this person is not here for business, but just comes in to read a book.
Fortunately, some daily infrastructure in the store is quite complete, so there is no need to add additional ones.
He boiled a kettle of water for himself, poured a cup and set it aside. He picked up the instruction manual on the side of the counter and read it to pass the time.
"One soul...three souls. After being absorbed into one soul and three souls, is it really possible that everything will be fine?"
Looking at the instruction manual describing how to ingest souls, he wondered what would happen to a person after being ingested one soul and three souls.
The man in the secret room said there would be no impact, but Mao Sandao was always a little skeptical.
But it was limited to suspicion.
After seeing how the souls were ingested, Mao Sandao stood up and walked to the last bookshelf in the third column.
There is a hidden compartment installed on the top wall of this bookshelf, and inside the hidden compartment is the soul bottle.
The soul bottle actually looks like an ordinary porcelain bottle, similar to a smaller version of a gourd.
The bottle was completely black, and the entire bottle was only half the size of Mao Sandao's hand.
The instructions stated that after the soul is ingested, it will gradually condense and eventually take on a spherical shape the size of an adult's fingernail.
At that time, just place the balled soul in the soul bottle and leave it in the secret room.
Before ingesting the soul, you need to register the guest's information in the "Visit Book" and then bring it to the secret room before proceeding to the next step.
In addition to introducing some precautions when ingesting souls, the entire instruction manual is not complicated, and can even be said to be simple.
However, Mao Sandao believes that there are still many details that are not clearly stated in the manual.
For example, the final destination of the soul bottle after being placed in the secret room and how to meet the needs of the guests.
The most important point is what kind of adverse reactions will occur after people are ingested.
For example, bitter mouth and dry tongue, sore throat, cough, dizziness, general fatigue, loss of appetite, sweating, etc...
Mao Sandao put the instructions in place and opened the "Visit Book".
It contains the information of all visitors since Ji Yichen took office.
But what made Mao Sandao most curious was that there were three red crosses drawn under the names of everyone.
What does it mean?
Mao Sandao was a little confused, and after looking at these names for a long time, he felt more and more weird.
It was like people who had died unjustly were waving at him to claim their lives.
Mao Sandao quickly threw the "Visit Book" aside.
This thing is...not good.
Scary.
The basic information has been understood, and all that remains is to wait for the guests.
The person in the secret room said that guests would come to the door in the evening, but did not say when.
Mao Sandao checked the time and saw that it was only around 6 o'clock in the evening. Now, he was even more bored.
Looking at the messy store, Mao Sandao felt it was necessary to tidy it up.
After all, I will be "working" here for a long time in the future.
He neatly stacked the books on the floor aside and briefly cleaned the office area.
"It's much brighter now."
Mao Sandao dusted off his hands and returned to the cashier.
It was already dark, and Mao Sandao did not wait for the "guest" mentioned by the man in the secret room.
He couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, so he turned around and walked to the passageway connecting the secret room.
Open the door.
"Hey! Didn't you say there are guests coming? It's been so long, where are the people?"
Mao Sandao shouted towards the passage.
However, there was no reply.
"Hey! I'm talking to you, squeak!"
Mao Sandao raised his voice and shouted again.
Still no response reached his ears.
Mao Sandao clicked his tongue and closed the door boredly.
Then, he started to...be in a daze.
Well, a good night starts with a daze...
Mao Sandao held his head and looked out at the pattering alley. After a while, his eyelids began to become heavy. He simply folded his arms on the table and buried his head.
The fog filled the air, and the surroundings were surprisingly quiet. The bookstore emitted a faint light under the thick fog, which made it look particularly eerie.
…………
"Hello...hello."
Mao Sandao woke up suddenly when he heard the call.
After waking up, I realized that I had fallen asleep on the table at some point.
Looking up, I saw a young man standing in front of me who looked to be no more than 20 years old.
She was wearing a piece of clothing that was very inconsistent with her age and seemed to be only for adults.
There were also two patches on the shoulders.
The young man has a thin face, a sallow complexion, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his nose.
It seems like there are no lenses...
"Hello, who are you? Hiss...!"
Just as he was about to say hello, he felt severe discomfort in one elbow, and he quickly rubbed it with his other hand.
I slept so deeply that my arms were numb.
"Hello, may I ask if you can exchange something here... I think..."
As if it was difficult to speak, the young man spoke like a mosquito, and gestured back and forth with his hands, trying very hard to express his intention.
"You want to exchange your soul for something, right?"
Mao Sandao looked at the young man's gestures and twisted his forehead into the Chinese character Sichuan. He couldn't understand it at all, so he asked tentatively.
"Yeah, yes, but...is it okay?" The young man looked at Mao Sandao, with caution in his eyes.
Mao Sandao smiled and brought a chair to the young man, placed it opposite him and motioned for him to sit down, and replied: "Yes, we operate with integrity and do not deceive others."
"That's good, that's good. I thought... I went to the wrong place." The young man pushed up the glasses on his nose unnaturally.
"You're right, you're right, please follow me." Mao Sandao led the young man towards the entrance of the passage.
As soon as he reached the door without holding the door handle, Mao Sandao seemed to have thought of something, turned around and said sheepishly: "Oh, by the way, I want to register."
For the first time, Mao Sandao was a little flustered and forgot the process.
He took the "Visit Book" from the cashier.
When he saw the scene on the table, he looked embarrassed.
The saliva that flowed from the mouth while sleeping was slowly dripping from the table into thin lines on the ground.
At the same time, he felt something sticky at the corner of his mouth. When he touched it with his hand, he found that it was full of his own saliva.
He quickly wiped it with his sleeve and said with a blush, "Uh..., I'm too sleepy."
The young man shook his head and said he didn't mind.
Mao Sandao quickly cleaned up the drool on the table, picked up the black pen, opened the "Visit Book" and asked: "What's your name?"
"I don't understand." The young man pushed up his glasses.
As soon as the pen was pressed against the page of the "Visit Book", after hearing the young man's answer, Mao Sandao paused: "I'm asking for your name, there's nothing I don't understand."
"Well, I don't understand." The same answer.
Mao Sandao put down his pen, looked up at the young man impatiently, and said solemnly: "Brother, this is your fault. I'm asking you for your name. Do you understand your name? How dare you tease me here!"
"No, no, my name is Wa, but I don't understand. I mean Wa from Wagua. Those who don't understand don't, and those who don't understand understand." Seeing that Mao Sandao was a little anxious, the young man quickly explained.
"Japanese... Japanese melon? Is it... the kind of Japanese melon you eat?" Mao Sandao tilted his head and stared at the young man, his face full of curiosity.
"Yeah that's right."
"Oh." Mao Sandao smiled and scratched his head: "This surname is rare. You chose the name quite casually."
Then he corrected him while registering: "I don't understand, brother, your pronunciation is very non-standard. The first sound of w-ō in Japanese should be pronounced w-ō, not the third w-ǒ. Please pay attention next time." "
"sorry."
"It doesn't matter." Mao Sandao smiled and continued to ask, "What do you want to change?"
"I want money."
"Okay, how old are you?"
Wabu didn't hesitate for a moment: "Seventeen."
"Okay, seventeen, seventeen?!" Mao Sandao had just registered, and when he heard his age, he looked up in surprise and looked at Ni Bubu.
"Well, yes, what...what happened?"
There was such a huge contrast between Mao Sandao and Mao Sandao that Wai didn't understand why he became nervous. He didn't know why Mao Sandao was so sensitive to his age.
Mao Sandao closed the "Visit Book", threw the pen aside, and became serious: "I'm sorry, please come back, I can't do it!"
