The next day, early in the morning, the underground palace was silent.
In the square, in front of the huge bronze door, Dominic stooped and slowly pushed the heavy bronze door open. In the deep darkness, there is a dark wind carrying dust flying.
"follow me."
He glanced at the young man behind him: "I'll take you to the big library."
Ye Qingxuan nodded, followed closely, and walked into the darkness behind the door.
Behind him, the heavy copper door slammed shut. In the darkness, he could only vaguely see the figure in front of him by the dim glow of the stroke lantern in his hand.
In the surging darkness, a gust of wind blew out the flames in the lantern through the glass. Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment and stopped in his tracks.
"What's wrong?"
Dominic turned back, his eyes seemed to be burning with will-o'-the-wisps, glowing faintly, making Ye Qingxuan's heart tremble. Seeing his expression, Dominic laughed softly: "Don't be afraid. As long as you don't turn on the lights on this section of the road, there is nothing to be afraid of."
“…”
The corner of Ye Qingxuan's mouth twitched. He didn't know what to say and quickly followed him, for fear of getting lost here.
There was silence in the darkness, but Ye Qingxuan always felt like someone was following him step by step. There seemed to be someone laughing in the faint sound of the wind, but if you looked carefully, you couldn't hear clearly.
Those invisible things surrounded him, as if they were studying his face and exposed body, and opened their mouths eagerly, wanting to swallow the sweet flesh and blood into their mouths.
But on Ye Qingxuan's wrist, the small bell made a faint ringing, making them afraid to approach.
In the end, the darkness finally passed, and the light of torches lit up the long corridor. Those flickering lights illuminated his body again, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
In that long darkness, he almost felt that his body was about to be dissolved.
"arrive."
At the end of the corridor, Dominic reached out and opened the heavy iron door for Ye Qingxuan.
The hinge of the iron door rubbed and made a sharp sound. The sharp sound stirred up an echo in the darkness, like overlapping yet faint laughter.
Behind the iron gate, a warm light shines in the empty hall.
It seems like someone has been maintaining this place all year round. The glazed tiles on the floor have been polished so that people can be seen, and the crystal chandeliers on the ceiling are spotless.
There is no stale atmosphere like in a library, and no dust is visible. Everything is perfectly maintained and organized.
Behind the reading and seating area composed of three rows of long tables, there are layers of ancient bookshelves filled with densely packed books.
Some of them were printed only in recent years, with novel craftsmanship, and the smell of ink carries the fragrance of roses. Some looked like cultural relics left over from the Dark Ages. The papyrus was wrapped in sheepskin and exuded a vague smell of blood.
"The Great Library of the Royal Academy of Music is the largest library in the entire Anglo Kingdom. When it was first established, it was to preserve the fire of civilization under the attack of natural disasters. There are many confidential materials, letters, and Meeting minutes. In addition to precious musicians’ scores and secret books, they are also responsible for collecting some shady secrets... Everything here is confidential. Even if you accidentally see something, please keep your mouth shut. .I don’t need to say more about such things, right?”
"No, no need." Ye Qingxuan shook his head vigorously, always feeling that if he slowed down a little, he would be silenced by this old man.
"very good."
Dominic nodded: "Besides you, there are some little things that are being raised inside. If you accidentally see it, don't be surprised. The traffic bell on your wrist is only valid for one day. If it doesn't come out before twelve o'clock, it will be They will be treated as intruders. Do you understand?"
"understand."
"There are a total of five floors here. Your permission allows you to walk in areas below the musician level. If you go wrong, you will be dealt with by those little things. Do you understand?"
"Uh, I understand."
Ye Qingxuan began to doubt whether the little thing was a little thing after all.
"Don't damage the books, and don't try to steal them. Those little things are nostalgic 'people' and like to care about things. If you piss them off, just... you know."
"I understand." Ye Qingxuan sighed: "It's been dealt with, right?"
"Children can be taught."
Dominic nodded, indicating that he could go in.
"last question."
Ye Qingxuan asked curiously: "There's not even a sign here. What if I accidentally go in the wrong direction?"
"How easy it is."
Dominic smiled, "When you hear footsteps behind you, it means you should turn back."
His figure disappeared into the darkness.
“…”
The iron door slammed shut, and Ye Qingxuan was the only one left in the silent library again. But the feeling of being watched by something did not disappear, but became stronger.
He sat on the chair in the reading area and looked around. There was no one here.
But when he closed his eyes, he always felt that there were actually people around him.
Those who clearly do not exist are scholars who observe etiquette. They were flipping through the books in this quiet library, silent, and even the sound of their fingers turning the pages was so slight.
When they stared at each other, their gazes were deep and powerful, like black vortexes. Finally, their eyes fell on the boy who didn't belong here, and they never looked away.
Their faces are completely blank!
Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes suddenly, and the fantasy in his mind disappeared, as if it had never existed.
He shook his head and stopped scaring himself.
"Okay, next, let's find out where the school's teaching records are."
Based on what Ciel had told him before, there should be no information on the first level that he could not know.
Sure enough, the bookshelves passing by were filled with hydrogeography from various places, reports and records over the years, and some boring account books.
Occasionally, you can see some biographies and travel notes, as well as some historical records of other countries.
But these things are of little value to Ye Qingxuan.
He crossed the record partition and moved on. The next partition was filled with currency exchange rates and bulk futures delivery records from various countries over the years.
This place is a paradise for accountants, but it is also of no use to Ye Qingxuan. He is not interested in the trade war between Dongtianzhu Company and Yunlou. Although I understand that the amount of money involved is unbelievably large, I will definitely gain something by studying it, and maybe I can seize the future market trend and make a lot of money, but it has nothing to do with Ye Qingxuan's purpose.
The next section is finally the section for musicians. People are dazzled by the various large research materials. Ye Qingxuan squatted under the bookshelf, drooling as he stared at the entire row of music scores recording the basic runes of each school. In the end, he said goodbye to them heartbroken and continued to search for the files he wanted.
Until finally, he finally found the regional division of Avalon in the corner of the first floor.
"But this place is really big enough..."
Ye Qingxuan looked around at the dozens of bookshelves around him. Those bookshelves that were twice as tall as him were filled with various manuscripts. Most of them only have a series of numbers and numbers, not even a title.
Trying to find something here without a directory index is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
"Book management is a science."
At this moment, Ye Qingxuan finally understood the meaning of the priest's original words.
He sat on the ground and looked up at the bookshelf that was more than three meters long and connected to the ceiling. He suddenly felt a helpless feeling in his heart.
“If you’re looking for a needle in a haystack, just look for the needle in the haystack.”
He gritted his teeth, pulled out the file closest to him, and flipped it open, only to find that it was an intelligence record on a criminal organization in the lower city of Avalon.
"Shaman: Whereabouts investigation report?"
Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, then turned over two pages and saw the faded text on it: "...According to the investigation, the shaman had secretly left Avalon five days ago, and the relevant traces are difficult to investigate. It is suspected to be related to the smuggling fleet... "
The time at the top of this paragraph is six years ago, and there are a few notes at the end, which are the results of subsequent investigations. Unfortunately, the contents are all "whereabouts unknown", "never appeared", and finally "missing".
The top ten legendary "shamans" of Avalon, the king of the lower city, just disappeared mysteriously in the dragnet set by the royal musicians
Unfortunately, the follow-up investigation results were lost here, which made Ye Qingxuan, who was fascinated by it, shout that he was cheating. This record records everything from the appearance of the mysterious Shaman to the disappearance of the Shaman. The records are very detailed. From the beginning, he was a nobody in Xiacheng District. In just a few months, he became the ruler of the entire Xiacheng District.
Among the gangs in the lower city, there was first the Caucasian Bear Claw Society, then the Tianzhu People's Alliance, and then the Corsican Family Gang... One by one, the criminal organizations in the lower city pledged their allegiance to this mysterious man, respectfully The villagers dedicated one-fifth of their monthly income in the hope that the shaman would grant them a license.
Moreover, the recorder also made assumptions based on textual research, re-deduce the contents and transactions negotiated by the shaman and various gangs, and included many rumors. The various descriptions are very picturesque and make people want to stop reading.
As a result, when the most critical point was reached, when the shaman was having a confrontation with the nobles who were secretly involved in the smuggling business... suddenly the bottom was gone. It ends with a missing sentence, which is simply disappointing.
"Has the author become a castrato? Why is there no more below?"
Ye Qingxuan muttered lowly, put the file back, and pulled out a new one from the same row. This time it was...
""The Flesh Butcher: Analysis of the White Chrysanthemum Hotel Massacre"?"
Ye Qingxuan was stunned and took out another book: ""Soul-Eating Shadow Processing Report"?"
Then came "Ghost Hands: Criminal Records", "Ghost Carriage: Route Analysis and Compilation"... In the end, he finally understood what this entire bookshelf contained.
Hey, hey, are these the investigation files of the top ten legends of Avalon