Demon Sage

Corner Bookstore, No. 256 Iris Street, the origin of this store's name, in Donald's opinion, is probably because of their geographical location, located at the end of Iris Street, next to Santee Street, which is a commercial block, far away. If you look in the past, you can see people coming and going in and out of the store.

jingle bell~

The copper bell at the door rang under the beating of the metal picks. When entering the door, only one-third of the bookshelves placed vertically on the counter could be seen vaguely. At the front of these bookshelves were several iron shelves. The newspapers of major publishing houses are stacked on top of each other, and the smell of ink is a little heavy, and the atmosphere of literature seems to be coming.

Passing through the bookshelf and walking directly to the inside, the store manager was sitting behind the counter, a middle-aged man with brown-red hair, a rough face wearing round-frame glasses, a mustache, and a flax vest. Hold a cigarette **** and puff.

Donald stepped forward and noticed that he was holding a newspaper in his hand. The page on it was a line of bold characters: Accumulation of Capital and Precise Investment.

This is a bookstore owner who focuses on economic development.

"Please let me know what book you value. The price at the back of the book is the actual price."

The middle-aged man raised his head and said a simple sentence, noticing that Donald was not holding any merchandise in his hand, he lowered his head and continued to read the newspaper.

"Actually, I want to buy the book "Expel the Evil", and I also need the newspapers from June 13th to June 22nd. I don't know if there is any in the store?"

There are ten bookshelves and thousands of books around. He only knows the title of a book, and he doesn't know when to find it. There are also important events mentioned in the diary. Since the pages were torn by the predecessor, the predecessor did it during that time. Nothing left any trace.

Newspapers may be a good carrier. News agencies in this era should have already displayed a strong ability to collect information. The major events or special events that happened in those days will be recorded.

"Exorcism of Evil? Listening to the name, this is not ordinary. Is it a religious book?"

The store manager glanced at Donald with some doubts, with a hint of scrutiny.

"Yes, I am a student of the Department of Religion at Godot University, and I am currently researching this knowledge."

The title of college student is still very useful, at least as a scholar of the religion department, it is not suspicious to want to buy some books on religion.

"I'm so sorry, I just took over this bookstore, my father told me that the book in this store is only economical and entertainment, and does not sell any religious books, um... my father is in This bookstore has been in this bookstore for nearly fifteen years, and he is very clear about every corner, so I think his words are credible, maybe you can go to the bookstore opened by the church, and what you want should be there I can find them. As for the newspapers from the 13th to the 22nd, I have them here, but because they are expired, they are all stored in the warehouse. I can take you to get them, do you need them?"

The market for religious books is not large among the common people. People with low incomes may go to the churches of major churches to participate in worship while they have their own beliefs, but asking them to pay for books that do not have much practical effect It is impossible, such a bookstore serving the common people will not spend money to buy some unsellable goods.

"Then buy a newspaper."

Books are temporarily unavailable, and newspapers are also available.

"Okay, wait a minute, I'll let my father come out to see the shop."

The store manager turned around and opened the wooden door behind him, and then he could hear calls from inside. Behind the bookstore was their residence.

After a while, the store manager came out with obvious joy on his face.

"Sir, I think today is a lucky day for the two of us. My father said that there happened to be a copy of "Expel the Evil" in the warehouse. He will take you there."

Just as he was talking, the store manager opened the small wooden door next to the counter. The warehouse he was talking about was actually the basement of the house, in the back room.

"thank you very much."

Donald soon met the store manager's father, an old man with gray hair. The wrinkles on the corners of his eyes and cheeks were already obvious, and his back was slightly curved, but he still looked energetic.

"Cann Antoine, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Donald Grant, I am the same. I didn't expect you to have "Expel the Evil" here. It saves a lot of time for me."

The old man stretched out his hand first, and Donald hurriedly shook his hand, bowing slightly to show his respect, and this action made the smile on Kan's face even deeper.

"It's really a very coincidence. In fact, I only have this book in my bookstore. It has been in the warehouse for many years. Because of some things, I kept it for a long time. It should have been returned to the religious bookstore. You have to understand that such a special book, because few people buy it, and the print volume is very small. I remember that when I went to buy it specially, I saw that there were only about ten copies in the other party's warehouse, and the other party still It's strange to ask me who is buying the book and why I bought the book in a serious way..."

When I get older, I like to recall the past. This is a common habit of the elderly. Cann seems to have a special memory of this book, especially deep.

Donald followed behind him, thinking about this question. Through the words of the old man, he could know that the print volume of this book is very small, and most people would not buy it. That book also seems to have a strong purpose in it.

It's like an introduction book about eating crabs. It describes how to eat crabs throughout. People who buy this kind of book think that they are people who have a need for eating crabs themselves, right?

This means that the person who asked the old man to buy the book "Expulsion of Evil" was probably also threatened by some evil force, and like himself, thought of solving this problem through religious methods.

The basement was under the utility room next to the kitchen. Holding the copper ring, he pulled the wooden cover open to let the sunlight illuminate the entrance. Kann took matches and a kerosene lamp from the side and went down the stairs.

"Mr. Grant, do you want newspapers from the 13th to the 22nd?"

"Yes, because of busy affairs in those days, I haven't had a chance to watch it. I want to make up for it, or else I won't have a conversation with anyone."

Kan was carrying a kerosene lamp, and he lighted the hanging kerosene lamp in the basement. A lot of dust has accumulated.

"I have to look for that book, Mr. Grant, you can sort out the newspapers and choose what you want. Our newspapers are folded according to the date, and the newspapers that no one buys are accumulated and unified. Sold to a junkyard."

Cann stretched out his hand and pointed out the pile of newspapers that were about the height of his calf. Donaldton pulled them out one by one next to him. There was some repetition, but not much.

"Mr. Antoine, I would like to ask about the situation of the people who asked you to buy the book "Expulsion of Evil". Are they also religious students like me? I'm a little curious why they bought half of it and then didn't want it. "

While collecting the newspapers, Donald bewildered and asked the last person who came here to buy "Expel the Evil". Evil exists?

"No, he's not a student, just an ordinary person, but I'm very impressed with him, because when he came to the bookstore, his face was very bad...not the same as when he was sick or tired. , that's kind of...I don't know what words to use to describe it."

Kann frowned in his memories. Even though several years had passed, he still did not forget that scene. It was a light rain, the air was dull, and the man's pleading and weakness were the main reasons why he agreed to buy this book for him to go to church. The reason, otherwise he would not buy this book alone, especially on the premise that its price is not cheap, he paused for a while, and then continued:

"It's not that he didn't buy the book. In fact, he took the book the day I brought it, but five days later, he returned it, saying that he wanted me to keep it for me. If someone wants to buy it in the future, just give it to him directly... the mutual help of the victims, I remember he said that at the time."

"Aid the victim... How was his condition at the time?"

Fate, Donald sighed in his heart, UU reading www.uukanshu. It turns out that he is not the only one in this world who is troubled by this, and from the initial physical condition of both parties, his condition should be better than that of the gentleman.

"It's very good, at least in a good mood, haha, it seems that my memory has not completely degenerated, I found it, it belongs to you now, it is wrapped in parchment, and he gave it to me, saying that it can ensure that the book will not be stolen. The moths fell out, and when I got it, I put it in the cardboard box together."

He took out the thing in his memory from the worn cardboard box, turned and handed it to Donald. Perhaps he noticed his gaze, Cann Antoine explained.

"Can I open it and take a look?"

He patted off some of the dust that had accumulated on the surface. Donald held the parchment outside the book with both hands. The smooth touch was very abrasive.

"Of course, it's yours now, but I suggest you look up there, the light here is too dark for your eyes, and there are tables and chairs for reading by the window in the bookstore, as long as you're willing to pay two francs (half pence) , about 5 yuan), I can also add a cup of black tea for you."

Kahn set out to extinguish the kerosene lamp in the basement. Donald held the newspaper under his right arm and tore off the small rope wrapped around the book. After several years of squeezing, the parchment had completely adhered to the book.

Spreading out the parchment, before he could look at the book, he was attracted by some symbols on the parchment.

"This is......"

Eyes widened, Donald clenched the parchment with a corner and murmured softly.

"What's wrong?"

Cann Antoine on the stairs turned around, his hearing seemed to be fine.

"It's nothing, I'm just surprised by the texture of the parchment, Mr. Antoine, how much do these things add up to?"

The action of closing the parchment was so hasty that the newspaper under his arm almost fell off.