Nightmare Attack

Chapter 726

Fatty looked up at the 4-story dark red building, and suddenly felt like he was facing a huge beast crawling on the ground.

The other party has opened his mouth wide, waiting for him and the doctor to throw themselves into the trap.

"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 above the head, it still gives people a groggy feeling.

I don't know if it's because the place is already cold, or the doctor said he saw a face behind him. As soon as the fat man walked into the library, he felt uncomfortable.

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

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

But I don't know who designed it. There are walls everywhere, and there are large screens with warnings written on it. Walking inside is like stepping into a maze.

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

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

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

"And this library looks really old. How can a library be built like this?" The fat man raised his collar a little uneasy, and whispered, "It's like a maze."

"The previous library wouldn't be built like this," Jiang Cheng replied.

Fatty's eyes changed when he heard the words, and he asked, "What...what do you mean?"

"I don't think this place used to be a library, and this building obviously existed earlier than Jiangtan University."

Fatty understood the meaning of Jiangcheng. When Jiangtan University was founded, it should have included this building. Then, on the basis of this old building, it had been renovated and rebuilt into the book it is today. museum.

"Then what was this place before?" Fatty's face was a little uneasy for a moment, and it could be seen that he must have made up some horrible pictures in his brain, such as funeral parlors, mental hospitals and so on.

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

The fat man shut up immediately with a bitter face, and then followed the doctor closely, never leaving him, wishing he could become a mascot and hang on him.

"Here we are." Jiang Cheng said.

About 10 meters away, there is a semi-enclosed space separated by glass. There are several tables, one of which is piled with books.

An ordinary-looking woman with a ponytail was sitting at the table with her head lowered, picking up a book from time to time, and recording it in a blue book holder, and then quickly changed another one.

On the glass window, there are three words of borrowing office.

Similar scenes in Jiangcheng have only been seen in old movies. Most libraries now have retrieval microcomputers, and you can operate them by yourself. Where else is there such a 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 about in her early 30s, with heavy forehead lines and dark circles under her eyes, which should be caused by staying up late.

The woman adjusted her glasses, and asked in a very businesslike manner: "Borrow or return books? Also," the woman paused, "Just call me a classmate. I'm a junior this year."

"Hi, senior." Jiang Cheng nodded immediately, leaned on the window, blinked, and said in a very 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 a note, handed it over and said, "Please check this book for me, I want to borrow it."

The woman took the note, glanced at it briefly, and handed it back, "I'm sorry classmate, your number is not from our library."

"No?" Jiang Cheng thought of many possibilities when he came, such as losing the book, or other things, but he didn't expect that there was a problem with the number of this book.

"No." The woman remained expressionless.

Jiang Cheng immediately put on a brighter smiling face, leaned forward, and begged in a low voice: "Senior sister, why don't you take a look for me, why not? I'm a student here, am I you?"

"If you say it's not, then it's not." The woman looked at him with seriousness written all over her face, "Student, I want to remind you that this is a library, and it's a very serious place, so don't be playful."

Seeing this scene, Fatty's expression brightened.

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

He is an elderly man with gray hair, wearing plain clothes, with narrow metal-colored eyes, and a scarf made of thick woolen yarn around his neck.

"Director Zhou." When the woman saw the old man come in, she immediately got up and said hello.

"Wu Qing, you're still here, no class today?" The old man known as curator Zhou nodded with a smile, and then moved his eyes to Jiangcheng and the others.

"I heard you guys talking just now. What's the matter?" The old man said as he took off his scarf and put it on the table. His movements were very natural, making him very comfortable to watch.

"They came to borrow books, holding a numbered slip that I don't know where it is." Wu Qing replied sternly.

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

Director Zhou took the number from Wu Qing, and only glanced at it. The next second, Jiang Cheng keenly noticed that Director Wu's brows slowly frowned, and his face became strange, "Where did you come from with this number?" Where did you get it?" Director Wu looked at Jiang Cheng and asked.

Jiang Cheng was worried that he would slip up, so he could only prevaricate and throw the question back, "Director Zhou, do you know this number?"

"Hmm." Director Zhou seemed not to think about it that much, looked down at the number in his hand again, and recalled: "This is indeed the number of our library's collection."

"How come?" Wu Qing couldn't help but make a sound.

"But not now, it was many years ago, when the school library was first established, it was normal for Wu Qing not to know." Director Zhou explained.

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

Director Zhou shook his head, then handed back the numbering slip, and said in a regretful tone: "It's been too long, and many books in the collection at that time have been lost. Even if they are there, it is difficult to find them."

Seeing that the clues they had finally found were interrupted, Jiang Cheng and Fatty were not reconciled. Jiang Cheng was going to try harder, "Director Zhou, please help me think again, this book is very important to me."

(End of this chapter)