"It's early in the morning. If I hadn't been familiar with your character, I would have thought it was some kind of prank." The clerk yawned and unlocked the store door for the two of them, while joking Furuzawa Qiandao, " By the way, uncle, didn’t he give you the key?”
Furuzawa Qiandao shook his head, "The store manager only has one in his hand. Although he said he could lend me a new key last time, I never found the time..."
Unexpectedly, as soon as I put it aside, I forgot about it, and I didn’t think about it until yesterday.
"It's really unreliable for you... But what are you looking for when you come here so early in the morning? Did you forget something somewhere? Maybe I can help."
He glanced at Nakahara Chuuya who had already rushed in, and said to the clerk as he walked in: "It's okay, I'm just looking for a book I've read before, and suddenly I want to find it out to confirm... But to be honest, I I have forgotten where I put it."
"It's really hard to find, but fortunately I have time to come over today." The clerk watched him walk in, with his hands on his hips, "The books that I usually put around should be in a pile. I put them back when I have time. area, you can probably see it soon if you look carefully."
Furusawa Qiandao raised his eyebrows in surprise and said, "That's a big help. I didn't expect you to suddenly become so reliable, senior?"
senior?
Zhongyuan Zhongya was standing in front of the bookshelf near the store door. Hearing this, he glanced at the person who was still chatting at the door, and some emotion flashed through his eyes.
"Uncle compares you every day. I'm tired of hearing him say it. I thought he was planning to adopt you." The clerk shrugged and touched Furuzawa Qiandao's hair as he passed by.
"Come on, I won't accompany you anymore."
"No, please come here so early in the morning."
After Furuzawa Qiandao finished dealing with it, he saw Nakahara Chuuya standing in front of a bookshelf waiting for him. After noticing his gaze, he turned around and looked over. It seemed that he really wanted to search the bookshelves one by one, so he went up and pulled him to the corresponding history and humanities bookcase. partition.
He pointed to this place full of old books and said helplessly: "This is it...Thanks to the seniors who returned the books to the corresponding sections, we don't have to really look for them all."
Zhongyuan Zhongya looked at the four or five rows of double-sided bookshelves, as well as some thick ancient books that looked very dated. He was silent for two seconds, then stepped forward to take out a book and opened it. The book with a clean appearance felt like a smell of old wood. The smell of mixed ink made him disgusted and quickly waved his hands in front of his eyes to disperse the smell.
"The last time the store manager asked me to move out to display books was a year ago." Furuzawa Qiandao was not surprised, so he went over to pick up another book, opened it, and quickly turned the pages.
There are always dark corners in the entire small bookstore that cannot be taken into consideration. Some books can only be placed in these places crowded together. This is the place with the least lighting in the entire bookstore. At most, it is not humid and produces some smells. It's normal.
After Nakahara Zhongya opened it, he directly used gravity to start jamming. First, the pages of a book were controlled to turn independently, and then gradually turned into a book in each hand, placed within the sight range not far or near, and at the same time he would not smell it. When I noticed a particularly pungent smell, I concentrated on comparing and searching for descriptions similar to those in my dream.
Furuzawa Qianjima exclaimed from the side, "Chuuya is so awesome."
He was able to use his supernatural powers at the same time, and he was able to master them so quickly.
"Of course, I am already very powerful!" Zhongyuan Zhongya stared at him, raised his chin slightly, and replied with a slightly proud tone.
After saying that, the two books in his hands were turned to the end.
Furuzawa Qiandao coughed dryly, suppressed his urge to laugh, pointed outside and said, "Then I'll start looking from the back row and try to find it as soon as possible."
He stayed away from the bookshelf, groped his way to the end of the area, and began to search rows from back to front.
Even though both of them browsed very quickly, half a day passed and they still found nothing.
Furuzawa Qiandao had slowed down and took the time to think about the name of the book he had read.
The clerk came over to help Furuzawa Qiandao find it for a while, but soon left again. By the way, he asked if he wanted to have lunch here directly.
"I stored a lot of leftover ingredients indoors yesterday, which seemed to be enough for the three of us to have a meal."
Although it is just a simple and rough Ochazuke rice, it is still enough to satisfy the stomach.
Nakahara Chuuya paused while swinging his arms to rest. He looked through the gap between the bookshelves and glanced at Furuzawa Qiandao, who was rubbing his eyes against the bookshelf. He nodded to the clerk who came to inquire, "Sorry to bother you, thank you. .”
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"So what kind of books are you looking for? It's really troublesome to flip through them one by one. Why don't you read the notebook? Maybe you can recall the familiar names when you see them." The clerk said, heating up the food in the microwave The good cold rice was taken out and placed on the small makeshift table.
Furuzawa Qiandao looked up at him blankly, "Record book? Do you mean the debit book? I didn't write anything at the time, so I probably didn't record it in it."
The clerk poured the hot soup into the divided bowls and hesitated for a long time. After the three of them had finished reciting the pre-dinner words and were about to start lunch, he suddenly remembered and uttered a short syllable.
"Ah, I think I should have written the repayment part at that time."
What does "it seems like it should be written" mean.
Furuzawa Qianjima and Nakahara Chuuya both raised their heads and stared at the clerk, their eyes showing the same speechlessness, not daring to place their hopes on things that he didn't even know.
"It's true! I remembered it! I really wrote it! You two, wait a moment!"
Faced with this look, the clerk's rebellious mentality immediately rose. As soon as he put down his chopsticks, he ran directly behind the counter to look for the notebook he had not used for a long time.
Nakahara Chuya watched him run out of the Japanese room and complained: "No way... Now I finally understand why the store manager thinks you are reliable, Qiandao."
"I'm very reliable to begin with." Furuzawa Qiandao responded unconsciously. The breath he blew moved the scattered oil splashes 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 from reading books for most of the day, and it is so comfortable that it can make people squint their eyes.
After drinking, he wondered why Zhongyuan Zhongya was silent. He turned around and saw the other party staring at him with a complicated expression.
"What's wrong? Is there something on my face? Is it dust?" He looked back at each other in confusion.
As soon as Nakahara Chuuya opened his mouth to say something, the clerk rushed back from outside with an excited look on his face and a thick old notebook in his hands.
"I found it!! It should be this one!! All the records for three years are there!"
Furuzawa Qiandao picked up a few mouthfuls of rice at a faster pace and asked him vaguely: "I'll take a look at it later... By the way, have you marked the bookshelf where you put it each time?"
"Yes, I persisted for a long time, and I still have muscle memory."
Zhongyuan Zhong also stretched his head and took a look. It was densely and neatly arranged with various book titles, times, locations, temporary pickups and returns. It seemed that although the business of this bookstore was bleak, there were still many visitors. .
He watched the other person quickly turn the page to the page where he started recording, and muttered: "The number is really scary."
"After all, it has been accumulated for several years, and there are more or less every day. Whether the clerk takes it or the customer sees it in the store, it must be written down." The clerk said.
"What happens if you don't write it down or forget it?" Zhongyuan Zhongya asked curiously.
"The store manager will be caught nagging you all day long." Furuzawa Qianjima replied.
What is this?
Zhongyuanzhong was also filled with speechless words.
"Even though Mr. Store Manager is very old, it's really hard to say anything to refute when he's nagging people." Furuzawa Qiandao smiled, put down the bottomed bowl, and took it from the clerk's hand. notes.
"Eat first, and leave the rest to me."
"Oh, yes, it's bad to eat when it's cold." The clerk quickly picked up his bowl, took a big mouthful of soup and rice while it was still hot, and let out a long sigh.
Nakahara Nakaya is similar to Furuzawa Senjima, and he started eating it just now. After finishing the first one, he moved to the seat next to Furuzawa Senshima. Although he didn't know what he was looking for, he took a look at the content on it.
Zhongyuan Zhongya actually vaguely recognizes many of the uncommon characters above.
In fact, Yangli has always kept basic literacy books. Many members know some basic and commonly used characters, but more need to be further learned. His own memory started when he was eight years old, so he should be considered to have learned the characters again. The speed is unexpectedly much faster than others.
It has something to do with the gods...and the wonderful feeling between my own powers and myself.
Sometimes people in the Central Plains feel that maybe they were once a so-called "god"?
"Huh? There really is... it should be this, "A Brief Note on Yokohama's Strange Gods."" Furuzawa Qianjima's voice rang out, attracting Nakahara Chuuya's attention.
He moved forward and saw the nearest name pointed by the other person's fingertips. His eyes jumped to the last position. After seeing clearly, he flew straight to the corresponding bookshelf. Then he stretched out his index finger and pointed at the book. Not an old book.
With the rapid flip of gravity, within ten seconds, Zhongyuan Zhong also found a part that was almost the same as what he said last night.
"Found it! This guy is..." His fingertips fell on the title of this part of the homepage and paused.
——Aragami, also known as "Aragami".
The recorded content is very small. The legend, content, origin of names, abilities and functions are only two pages in total. It is worthy of being called "simple". It is indeed so simple that there is basically no detailed content at all.
Moreover, the author clearly does not have much favorable impression of this god between the lines, and even contains some subjective emotions, terrifying abilities and foreshadowing of panic, which is even closer to a natural disaster that destroys everything without emotion - this is obviously the narrator Dereliction of duty when putting pen to paper.
"How's it going, Chuuya?"
The moment he was frightened by the sound, his movements stiffened subconsciously. When he realized who the person was, he restrained his hasty cover-up actions. Almost slowly, he closed the book and pretended not to be interested. , calmly return to the previous position.
Zhongyuan Zhongya didn't want the other party to know that such a god existed in his body - or that "he" was such an existence.
Furuzawa Qiandao was standing on the bookshelf at this time and saw Nakahara Chuya closing the book with a calm expression and putting it back on the bookshelf.
"It's nothing, it's just an ordinary compiled legend." Zhongyuan Zhongya said so, and walked out nonchalantly, as if he had anticipated this outcome in his heart.
--Really?
It's not true, but... just think of it as real.
Furuzawa Qiandao lowered his eyes, only glanced back at the book, and left there.
"That's right, then we still have to work hard to find other information." He said without any doubts.
