C7 The Old Bookstore

At this point of time, there are still a lot of people walking on the streets, but most of them are in a hurry.

The students who were about to graduate... People like Zhang Liang and Lin Bahn would often ignore the passing of time intentionally or unintentionally. Or to them, the question of "how many weeks is it today" did not exist at all.

At least, it was like this before they found an internship.

"Uh, uh, it's Thursday today. I remember we just finished the competition the day before yesterday." Lin Bahn touched his chin full of stubble and roughly "deduced" what day it was today.

"Thursday..."

Zhang Liang walked quickly and sighed to himself. If it were not for Lin Bahn's reminder, he would not have remembered the exact date.

After Zhang Liang briefly explained to Lin Bahn about the reaction of the Saw Cleaver hunter in his Dreamland, even if Lin Bahn didn't believe it, he still felt flustered at this moment.

The things that he thought were nonsense and excessive fantasy had really appeared in front of his eyes. In order to confirm this, Zhang Liang used his phone to show his previous records. The date of the record and the physical badge in Zhang Liang's hand formed a perfect comparison.

"What a strange thing!" Lin Bahn swallowed his saliva. "By the way, why don't we just call the police? Or should we call the school's security department?"

Lin Bahn suggested, "I've met the security department a few times, so we can be considered friends."

"Friends?"

Lin Bahn nodded. "Didn't we fight last time?" the guard asked. Lin Bahn took out his phone and said, "Tsk, someone came over to stop the fight, but they didn't stop it... In short, they became friends."

Seeing Lin Bahn start to make calls, Zhang Liang fell into a short silence. Although there was an ancient saying, "If you don't make a call, you can't make a deal." However, this method of making friends was not something that an ordinary person could learn. It was probably within the scope of "brother's philosophy."

Moreover, it probably wasn't just "last time." There was also "last time." "last time."

After about a minute, Lin Bahn put down his phone and made unknown OK gesture to Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang asked curiously, "What did you say?"

"Tell them that the bookstore owner had an illness and did not have the strength to go downstairs and open the door. Ask them to come over and give him a hand to send him to the hospital."

"That's it?"

"Yes." Lin Bahn nodded his head frankly. "One or two people might come from the security office, but judging from the efficiency, I'm afraid it will be in half an hour."

Hearing this answer, Zhang Liang couldn't help but roar in his heart, "Isn't it because they think you're unreliable?"

However, no matter what, there was a guarantee in this regard. At least it could reduce the suspicion of them "trespassing."

Very quickly, Zhang Liang arrived at the school's food street. The two of them were naturally very familiar with this place. After making two turns on the street, they entered a relatively dark alley.

This street was quite lively before. At night, there were small barbeque stores on both sides of the street. Just a while ago, the school had thoroughly investigated the entire food street, causing the small street filled with barbeque stalls to become empty.

The bookstore was in the deepest part of this alley. In the past, even if Zhang Liang did not eat anything here, he would still pack some and bring some back. But now, this place was so deserted that not even a single person could be seen.

With a turn, the light and sound on the big street disappeared completely. Only the wall on the side, shanghai, remained. There were two yellow lamps.

"It's right in front." Zhang Liang whispered as he looked at the dark signboard more than ten meters away.

Lin Bahn swallowed his saliva and asked in the same small voice, "Why are you speaking so softly?"

“...”

Zhang Liang was at a loss for words. He took out his phone and looked around. He carefully moved aside the two bricks on the ground.

Suddenly, he stopped. He saw Zhang Liang sniffing with suspicion. Then, his face became very strange under the flashlight of his phone.

"What's wrong now?" Lin Bahn was shocked by Zhang Liang's "changing face." They had not done anything yet, but Zhang Liang's behavior scared him.

"You didn't smell it?" Zhang Liang asked. "That smell just now..."

Lin Bahn shook his head, indicating that he did not smell anything. At most, there was only the smell of ink.

He walked to a tricycle parked by the wall. Behind the tricycle was a large stack of old books and newspapers. Lin Bahn quickly flipped through them. Very quickly, he found a separate plastic bag at the back of the stack of books.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Liang used his phone to call Lin Bahn but found that he had handed the plastic bag to him.

There were a few game magazines on the transparent plastic paper, and there was a label on it. On the label was Zhang Liang's phone number.

Obviously, this thing was prepared for him.

"Looks like you didn't come for nothing this time..." Lin Bahn said half-jokingly, "This boss might have run away with his debt, or he might have sold the exam answers to get into the police station."

Zhang Liang could not bring himself to argue with Lin Bahn. Judging from Lin Bahn's performance, when he was in the dormitory previously, he was afraid that only he could smell it. Even though Zhang Liang had run to the door, he could still smell the strange smell of decay. However, judging from the reactions of the other students passing by the door, Lin Bahn was not an exception.

"Could it be that my... physique is special?" Zhang Liang took the few magazines and flipped through them in confusion. Then, he put them back on the tricycle.

"If I'm not crazy, the smell means there are patients with TransFur Disease around here. Judging from the intensity of the smell... I'm afraid it has been a while."

Zhang Liang pondered in his heart. Then, he came to the side of the large pile of books and magazines and quickly flipped through them.

Very quickly, he tore off a note from somewhere.

"Mr. Huang, because you weren't there to deliver the goods twice, the books can only be piled at the door. Please inform me as soon as you receive them. Phone: 137 xxxx. "

"The goods sent three days ago, I'll contact them." Zhang Liang glanced at the date, tore off the note, and called Lin Bahn. He then walked out of the alley. The signal of the phone inside was very bad.

A few seconds after Zhang Liang dialed the number, the call was connected. A man's voice came from the phone. He had an accent from the South. He didn't sound old.

"Hello. Hello, who is this?"

"Hello, I am Owner Huang's nephew from the old bookstore in the university town." Zhang Liang, with a straight face and a calm heart, acknowledged him as an uncle. "I came to find him today, but he doesn't seem to be here. May I ask when you last saw him?"

"Oh, oh, Owner Huang's nephew."

Hearing what Zhang Liang said, the man did not have much doubt. He thought for a while and replied, "Owner Huang, I haven't seen him for a long time, right?"

"I didn't see him when I delivered the goods. The last time I went there, I found that the books I sent were still piled there, but the order was issued a few days ago, and the money has been transferred to the account. So we directly sent the books over. "

Hearing this, Zhang Liang also felt extremely puzzled and immediately asked, "Wait, you mean that you didn't see Uncle Huang after two consecutive deliveries? And he didn't take the goods away, but he also ordered from you?"

"Yes! It was the order he made, and it was directly paid in advance."

The man hesitated for two seconds before explaining: "Actually, this is against the rules. Usually, we just directly deliver the goods to our hands and settle the accounts in front of our faces. But Owner Huang is an old friend, and he keeps his word, so we can only do this."

After getting the information he wanted, Zhang Liang thanked the other party and hung up the phone.

"Bang, the situation is a little strange. We better wait..." Halfway through his sentence, Zhang Liang suddenly realized something was wrong. He turned his head abruptly and realized that he should have been standing. He didn't know when Lin Bahn, who was smoking next to him, had disappeared.

Zhang Liangxin's heart skipped a beat. He turned around and walked into the alley. His phone was shaking, but he saw half of the cigarette in the corner of the wall. He did not put it out. It looked like he had thrown it away.

"Bang?"

Zhang Liang called softly. He took two more steps toward the dim light at the end of the street. However, there was a strong smell of decay. Zhang Liang lifted his phone and turned the light to the front door of the bookstore, where the light on the wall could not reach.

The door was still locked, but on the right side of the door, the window with a poster of World of Warcraft had been pushed open. When the white light of the phone shone on the window, the deep darkness swallowed the weak light.

From the window, the smell of Beast Transformation Blood was slowly drifting out. Zhang Liang was sure that the reason why the smell became stronger after the call was done was because the window was opened!

"Damn it, your mother is a devilish child!" Of course Zhang Liang knew what the smell of blood meant. He didn't know why Lin Bahn suddenly wanted to run inside, nor did he know how he opened the window, but at this moment, he had to call Lin Bahn out.

He walked quickly to the window. Zhang Liang adjusted the flashlight on his phone and carefully shone it in.

He was very familiar with the structure of this old bookstore. This window should be facing a bookshelf full of second-hand teaching materials. But now, the bookshelf was leaning against the wall. All the books on it fell to the ground, and many of them were pressed against the wall.

This formed a small triangular space between the bookshelf and the window. It was not enough for an adult male to pass through.

Zhang Liang carefully poked his head out, wanting to observe more situations. However, as his phone shook, under the white light, a head suddenly popped out from behind the window, almost touching Zhang Liang's nose!