Street Corner Bookstore, No. 256 Iris Street. The origin of this store is very likely to be due to its geographical location. It is located at the end of Iris Street, next to Santi Street, which is a commercial district. From a distance, you can see abortions entering and exiting the store.

Dingling ~

The copper bell at the door rang under the knock of metal picks. When you enter the door, you can only vaguely see one-third of the bookshelf on the counter. At the front of these bookshelf are several iron shelves, with newspapers from major publishing houses stacked layer by layer. The ink smell is a bit heavy, and the literary atmosphere seems to be coming to your face.

Walking through the bookshelf and going directly to the inside, the store manager sat behind the counter. He was a middle-aged man with brown-red hair and a rough face wearing round-frame glasses. He had a mustache, a flax-colored vest, and a cigarette butt in his hand, sucking mist.

Donald stepped forward and noticed that he was holding a newspaper in his hand, with a line of bold words: capital accumulation and precise investment.

This is a bookstore owner who focuses on economic development.

"If you value any book, please tell me, the price at the end of the book is the actual price."

The middle-aged man raised his head and said something briefly, noticing that Donald did not hold the goods in his hand, and looked down and continued reading the newspaper.

"In fact, I want to buy the book "Exorcist Evil", and I also need newspapers from June 13 to June 22. I wonder if there is one in the store?"

There were at least ten bookshelves and thousands of books around him. He only knew one title, but he didn't know when he would find it. There were also important events mentioned in the diary. Since the pages were torn by his predecessor, there was no trace of what his predecessor did during that period.

Newspapers may be a good carrier. News agencies of this era should have shown strong information collection power. The big things or special things that happened during those days that could attract others' attention would be recorded.

"Turn out evil? Listen to the name, this is not ordinary, is it a religious book?"

The store manager glanced at Donald in confusion, with a scrutiny.

“Yes, I’m a religious student at Godot University and am currently studying this.”

The title of college students is still very useful. At least as a scholar in the religion department, it would not be suspicious to buy some religious books.

"I'm very sorry, I took over this bookstore. My father told me that the books in this store only have economic and entertainment, and do not sell any religious books. Well... My father has been in this bookstore for nearly fifteen years and he is very clear about any corner, so he said that I think it is credible. Maybe you can go to the bookstore opened by the church to see what you want. As for the newspapers from the 13th to the 22nd, I have them here, but because they are expired, they are all stocked in the warehouse. Can I take you to get them. Do you need it?"

The market for religious books is not large among the common people. People with low income may go to churches in major churches to participate in worship while having their own beliefs, but it is impossible to ask them to pay for books that are not effective. Bookstores like this serving the civilian class will naturally not spend money to buy goods that cannot be sold.

"Then buy a newspaper."

I can’t get the books for the time being, and newspapers are fine.

"Okay, wait a moment, I'll let my father come out and see the store."

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

After a while, the store manager came out with a clear look of joy on his face.

"Sir, I think today is the lucky day for both of us. My father said there was a book called "Exorcist Evil" in the warehouse. He will take you there if it has been left behind before."

As he was talking, the store manager opened the small wooden door next to the counter. The warehouse he mentioned was actually the basement of his home, in the inner room.

"Thank you so much."

Donald soon met the store manager's father, a gray-haired old man, with obvious wrinkles on his eyes and cheeks, and a little curled back, but he still looked energetic overall.

"Kan Antoine, I'm glad to meet you."

"Donald Grant, so do I. I didn't expect you to have "Exorcist Evil" here, which saves a lot of time for me."

The old man stretched out his hand first, and Donald hurriedly shook him, bowing slightly to show his respect, and his movement made the smile on Kann's face become deeper.

"It is indeed a coincidence. In fact, there is only one book in my bookstore. It has been stored 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 because there are very few people buying this kind of special books and very few prints. I remember when I went to buy goods, I saw that there were only about ten books in the warehouse. The other party even asked me seriously who was the person who bought the books and why I wanted to buy the books. It was really strange..."

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

Donald followed him and thought about this question. Through the old man's words, we can see that the book has very few prints and is not bought by ordinary people. The book also seems to have a strong purpose.

It's like an introduction book about eating crabs, which describes how to eat crabs throughout the whole article. No matter how people buy this kind of book think, are they people who have a need for eating crabs themselves, right?

This means that the person who asked the old man for the book "Exorcist Evil" was likely to be threatened by some kind of evil force, and like himself, he thought of solving this problem through religious methods.

Under the utility room next to the kitchen, holding a copper ring to pull open the wooden lid to let the sunlight illuminate the entrance. Kann took a match and kerosene lamp from the side and went down the stairs.

"Mr. Grant, will you still need the newspaper from the 13th to the 22nd?"

"Yes, because of busy business those days, I haven't had the chance to watch it. I want to make up for it, otherwise I will not have any topics to chat with people."

Kann carried a kerosene lamp, and while lighting it, he lit up the kerosene lamp hanging in the basement. The area of ​​the basement is not large, and it should be described as a cellar. It is full of debris of various mottos, some of which have accumulated a lot of dust.

"I have to look for that book. Mr. Grant, you can organize the newspapers next to it and select what you want. Our newspapers are folded according to date. If no one buys too much newspapers, they will be sold to the scrap station."

Kann reached out to point out the newspapers piled up next to him at a height of about the calf. Donaldton pulled out one by one next to him, repetitive, but not much.

"Mr. Antoine, I would like to ask the people who asked you for the book "Exorcist Evil" that are also religious students like me? I'm a little curious why they don't want it after half of the purchase."

While collecting newspapers, Donald asked the last person who came here to buy "Exorcist Evil". The other party asked for a purchase, but did not buy the book later. Could it be that he had successfully expelled the evil existence in his body in other ways?

"No, he is not a student, he is just an ordinary person, but I have a deep impression of him because when he came to the bookstore, he looked very bad... It was different from his condition when he was sick or tired, and that was a kind of... I don't know what words to describe it."

Kann frowned in memory. Even though several years had passed, he still did not forget that scene. It was light rain that day, the air was dull, the man's pleading and weakness were the main reasons why he promised to go to church to buy this book for the other party. Otherwise, he would not have bought this book alone, especially when its price was not cheap, he paused a little and continued:

"It's not that he didn't buy the book. In fact, he came to take the book the day I just brought it. But five days later, he returned it, saying that he wanted me to keep it on his behalf. If someone wants to buy it in the future, he will give it to him directly... I remember what he said at the time by the victims."

"Is the victim's assistance... How was his condition at that time?"

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

"It's very good, at least in a good mood. Haha, it seems that my memory has not completely deteriorated yet. I found it. It belongs to you now. The outside is wrapped with parchment paper, which he gave me, saying that it can ensure that the books are not edible. After I got it, I saved them in the carton together."

Take out the things in his memory from the worn cardboard box, turn around and hand it to Donald, perhaps because he noticed his gaze, and Cannon Antoine explained.

"Can I open it and see?"

After taking some dust from the area, Donald was wearing the parchment paper outside the book with both hands, and the smooth touch was very harsh.

"Of course, it's yours now, but I suggest you go to the top to see it. The light here is too dark and bad for your eyes. There are tables and chairs for reading near the window of the bookstore. As long as you are willing to pay two new ways (half a penny, about 5 yuan), I can also add you a cup of black tea."

Kann set out to extinguish the kerosene lamp in the basement. Donald clamped the newspaper under his right arm, pulled the small rope wrapped around the book, and after years of squeezing, the parchment was completely close to the book.

When I spread out the parchment paper, my eyes were attracted by some symbols on the parchment paper before I could look at the book.

"This is......"

With wide eyes, Donald sniffed softly as he held the parchment that had exposed a corner.

"What's wrong?"

Cann Antoine on the stairs turned around and his hearing seemed to be very good.

"Nothing, just amazed at the texture of the parchment, Mr. Antoine, how much does these things cost together?"
Chapter completed!