Nightmare Attack

The fat man looked up at this 4-story dark red building, and suddenly he was facing a huge beast crawling on the ground.

The other party has opened his mouth, waiting for him and the doctor to snare.

"Let's go." Jiang Cheng walked in the door first.

It should be a structural problem. The lighting on the first floor of the library is relatively poor. Although there are lights on top, it still gives people a groggy feeling.

I don't know if it was because it was cold here, or the doctor said that when he saw a face behind him, the fat man felt uncomfortable as soon as he walked into the library.

It was as if there were eyes staring at him in the dark.

The space inside is much larger than it looks outside, and the structure is taller, so it should look very spacious.

But I don't know who designed it. Walls are used everywhere in it, and there are large screens with warnings on it. Walking inside it seems to be stepping into a maze.

Leading the fat man to turn left and right, Jiang Cheng and the others finally found an instruction map of the library, and thus determined the location of the borrowing area.

The purpose of their trip is very simple, is to find the book corresponding to the note code.

"Doctor, it's so quiet here." As he walked, the fat man suddenly lowered his voice and said, along the way, they only met a girl at the door.

"Moreover, this library seems to be really old. How can the current library be built like this." The fat man lifted his collar a little uneasy, and whispered, "It looks like a maze."

"The previous library would not be built like this." Jiang Cheng replied.

Hearing this, the fat man changed his eyes and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I think this place wasn't a library before, and this building obviously existed earlier than Jiangtan University."

The fat man understood the meaning of Jiangcheng. When Jiangtan University was founded, this building should be included, and then on the basis of this old building, after refurbishing it, it was transformed into the current book. Pavilion.

"Then what was here before?" The fat man's expression was a little uneasy for an instant, and he could see that his brain should have made up some terrifying pictures, such as funeral homes, mental hospitals, and so on.

"Don't ask me, ask the person behind you." Jiang Cheng said.

The fat man made a bitter face, and immediately shut up, and then followed the doctor closely, keeping pace with him, wishing to become a mascot and hang on him.

"Here." Jiang Cheng said.

About 10 meters in front of me, there is a semi-enclosed space separated by glass. There are several tables inside, one of which is full of books.

An unremarkable woman with a ponytail sits at the table with her head down, picking up a book from time to time, and then recording on a blue folder, and then quickly changing to another one.

On the glass window, there are three words for borrowing books.

Similar scenes of Jiang Cheng have only been seen in old movies. Most libraries now have retrieval computers, which can be operated by themselves. There is no such thing.

"Hello, teacher." Jiang Cheng stepped forward and knocked on the glass window very politely.

After a while, the woman raised her head, she looked like she was in her early 30s, her forehead lines were a bit heavy, and she had dark circles under her eyes, which should be caused by often staying up late. Valley

The woman helped her glasses and asked with a very business-like attitude: "Is it borrowed or returned? And," the woman paused, "Just call me classmates. I'm a junior this year."

"Hello, Senior Sister." Jiang Cheng nodded immediately, leaned on the window, blinked, and said in a cute tone: "I want to borrow a book."

"Book title, classification." The woman was expressionless.

"I don't know the title of the book, but I know this." Jiang Cheng reached out and took out the note, handed it over and said, "Thank you for checking this book for me, I want to borrow it."

The woman took the note, just glanced at it, and handed it back, "Sorry classmate, your number is not from our library."

"No?" Jiang Cheng thought about many possibilities when he came here. For example, the book was lost, or something else, but he didn't expect that there was a problem with the book number.

"No." The woman remained expressionless.

Jiang Cheng immediately put on a brighter smiling face, leaned forward, and begged in a low voice: "Senior sister, if you can take a look, how could it not be? I'm a student here, is it you?"

"If you say no, it's not." The woman looked at him with seriousness on her face. "Classmate, I want to remind you that this is the library. It's a very serious place. You don't want to smile."

Seeing this scene, the fat man's face became wonderful.

Just as Jiang Cheng took a deep breath and was about to expand the move, suddenly, the dark iron door behind the woman was pushed open, and a thin figure walked in.

He was an elderly man with gray hair, plain clothes, narrow metal-colored eyes, and a collar made of thick wool around his neck.

"Curator Zhou." When the woman saw the old man Pu coming in, she immediately got up and said hello.

"Wu Qing, are you still here, there are no classes today?" The old man named Curator Zhou nodded with a smile, and then moved his gaze to Jiangcheng's place.

"I heard you were talking just now, what's the matter?" The old man said as he took off the scarf and put it on the table, his movements were very natural and he was very comfortable to see.

"They came to borrow books with a serial number sheet that they don't know where." Wu Qing replied with a sharp glance.

"No curator Zhou, we are also students of Jiangtan University." Across the glass, Jiang Cheng explained hurriedly.

Curator Zhou took the number handed by Wu Qing and only glanced at it. The next second, Jiang Cheng keenly noticed ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Curator Wu's brows were slowly frowning, and his expression became weird. "Where did you get this number?" Curator Wu looked at Jiang Cheng and asked.

Jiang Cheng was worried about leaking his mouth, so he had to prevaricate and threw the question back, "Curator Zhou, do you know this number?"

"Yeah." Director Zhou didn't seem to think so much. He looked down at the number in his hand and recalled: "This is indeed the collection number of our library."

"How come?" Wu Qing couldn't help but uttered.

"But not now. Many years ago, when the school library was just established, Wu Qing was not clear and normal." Curator Zhou explained.

"Then is this book still there now?" Jiang Cheng didn't want to know the history, he only wanted this book.

Curator Zhou shook his head, then handed back the numbering sheet, and said in a regretful tone: "It has been too long, and many of the books at that time were lost. Even if they were there, it would be difficult to find them."

Seeing that the clues that were finally found were interrupted, Jiang Cheng and Fatty were not reconciled, Jiang Cheng was ready to work harder, "Curator Zhou, please help me think about it. This book is very important to me."