His palm suddenly stretched out from the pile of books, and the movement was extremely neat, like a polar evil spirit rising from the coffin, or like a muscular man who had sunk into steel.

But what's funny is that the man's slender palm hooked a bone-chip teacup with his little finger, shaking in the air tremblingly.

"Is anyone... please add me a cup of black tea..."

Die young!

The zombie is reborn and seeks life... No, I'm asking for black tea!

Well...request for black tea?

That doesn't seem to be scary?

No, saving people is important!

I pushed away the postmodern Shushan artwork on the ground and found that underneath was a girl lying on the floor with a large letter. Due to the fact that she was buried by too many books and her weak breath, she actually perfectly integrated into the environment of this library, making me unable to notice that there was a person lying here...

"Mary! What are you doing, Mary!"

I quickly helped Mary, who was pressed under the ground for a while, and found that the girl was pale, had difficulty breathing, and her eyes turned into a spiral like a mosquito coil.

What’s amazing is that she kept her back facing the sky, and at the same time, she stretched out her hand unreasonably and raised the teacup in her hand resolutely!

"You are okay! Did you have a fracture? I'll save you right away!"

"When I was a kid... I learned Jiu Jitsu..." Mary explained.

"How much do you want to drink black tea? Is this a lifetime request?"

Mary explained in a weak voice: "Because...this action can increase the presence..."

Tsk, thank you so much...

After rescuing Mary from the pile of books, I first placed her flat on the couch - the kindergarten teacher taught us that we should pack up the things if we don’t need to.

Then at her request, I actually rolled to boil water just to add a cup of black tea to her cup in time.

Fortunately, the boiling water was ready-made. I poured out the cold tea from the original teapot, changed to the tea leaves and brewed it again, and brought the drink she wanted.

When I turned around, I found that Mary had been slowing down for a while and sat up herself, picked up the bone porcelain tea cup and took a sip of hot tea. Then I saw her pale face becoming rosy with the naked eye and her breathing became even.

...Is that cup of black tea or gasoline? Why does it work as soon as you drink it?

The person who was pressed down at the foot of the mountain of books for a long time was able to recover so quickly... Could it be that Marie is actually a liquid metal man T-1000?!

"actually……"

Mary's light voice suddenly rang, attracting my attention, "I learned Jiu Jitsu when I was a child, so it doesn't matter if I'm suppressed by books like this."

I sat down on the backrest chair next to her, "Ah... Then I'll ask a question. In short, if you don't understand, don't blow it or black, you're not a fan or a black passerby... Do you often hear mysterious voices asking you to assassinate a man named John Connor?"

Mary tidied up her wrinkled skirt and put down the teacup in her hand: "I've never heard of this."

I let out a sigh of relief, "That's good... But one day if you meet a strong man wearing black sunglasses and holding a shotgun, remember to run faster."

Mary didn't respond, but a strange light flashed through her glasses.

"I always feel that something is weird, but I don't know why I feel this way..."

Mary glanced at me in confusion, and then found the book on the cover of the kraft paper on my desk. So she picked up the "Robinson Crusoe" and flipped to where I was reading it. After browsing for a while, she suddenly asked.

“Is this book…interesting?”

I replied subconsciously, "It's very special... What the hell is this? Where did you come from the Galaxy message integrated the body of longing? By the way, you haven't read the books you brought yourself?"

"I have to work hard after buying something like books, why do I still have to read it?" Mary said with a smile.

"Apologize to the authors quickly!"

Mary waved her hand, "The origin of this book is very strange. I have never heard of it either as a publisher or as an author, so I spent a lot of effort to query it."

“How to say it?”

"By the publication number on the cover page, I only found a private printing factory that had long been closed, and the publication information was completely inconsistent with the name of the book. I originally thought it was a self-paid print that was a poor imitation of early adventure literature, so I never opened it."

I said strangely: "This is just the ordinary "Robinson Crusoe"..."

Mary shook her head, "Oh? This book was handed to me by Professor Warren Rice. It is very useful to say that I am coming to the overseas island and can come in handy at critical moments."

Child, teaching this behavior is simply cursing you!

Robinson has a physical condition that is difficult for Shanghai as soon as he goes out to sea. Who can send Robinson to Crusoe to sea? What is the difference between giving you the Titanic model?

It also comes in handy? What's the use? Is it a guide to raising goats and growing rice when I live on a deserted island?

Combined with Mr. Bakir's tone before talking about him, the two must be very disagreeable.

"Luckily you haven't seen it, otherwise you will definitely feel a subtle malice."

I took the book in her hand, put it tightly and placed it behind me.

"By the way, how did you bury yourself so cleverly?" I asked.

The Akalin girl tilted her head and thought for a moment, "I originally wanted to put the rest of the book against the wall. As a result, I was too hungry and accidentally got it over, and I was trapped by the book."

Why do you want to put such a dangerous thing so lightly?

Mary probably saw my doubts and put on her glasses and said confidently: "No problem. In the past, I was often suppressed by books, and it was the library staff who rescued me. So I had hallucinations just now, and I treated Marcus as Mrs. Jubiya..."

I couldn't help but complain: "You are suffocating and hypoxia!"

Mary looked incredible: "Oh...is that's the case? No wonder I saw my deceased grandmother holding a black teapot and asking me if I want to have a drink..."

No, no! That is no longer an illusion, but a category of near-death experience!

You can really surprise me, girl. If I hadn't appeared, the sheriff would have become the only suspect in the murder case in the secret room on the second floor of the police station!

A man pushed a book in the secret room and crushed himself to death, and then I was the only one who escorted Sebala to the police station. I think no one except the Japanese police would think it was suicide, right?

What's worse is that the truth of this case is actually suicide!

Suddenly, a loud grunt sounded. I thought it was a sound of an air defense alarm, but the source of the sound was Mary's belly.

“Hungry.”

Mary said with confidence.

I covered my face powerlessly and asked, "How long have you been here?"

The Akalin girl tilted her head and thought for a while, then looked at the sky outside, "One day and one night."

I was shocked when I heard this, "You actually stayed here for twenty-four hours, never left or eaten?!"

Mary shook her head: "I went home once, and my father also delivered me a supper last night. By the way, do you want to have dinner at home? I hope my mother will remember to cook my meal..."

"Hahaha, you must be confused by the book. It's only noon now, and you should go back for lunch." I smiled.

Mary first pointed to the sky outside, and said, "But it's already evening."

"I can't. I came here after lunch. It's only been so short that the sun is about to set off..."

I turned my head without doubt and looked at the marble arched window on the second floor of the library. Through the clear glass, I saw that the sun was already slanting on Mount Mades, emitting warm yellow light, and it was about to disappear into the sky...

Mom, help me!

My life was stolen!

There must be monsters who eat time in this room!

I had just read the book for a while, but why did I jump from noon to dusk and it was getting dark?!

…………

At the sunset and dusk, the aroma of food had already wafted out of Mr. Bakir's house. Mr. Bakir and I were chatting together on the sofa, but we were unconsciously attracted by the food, but no one dared to get close to it.

After I sent Mary home, I saw Mr. Bakir with a weird expression as soon as I knocked on the door, and signaled us not to talk and sneak in.

Then the housewife, Mr. Bakir's wife, was cooking while teaching her daughter a lesson. The resentment on her body almost turned into a physical body, swaying behind her like Medusa's snake hair. As time became visible to the naked eye, she always felt that it would turn into something that would be undesirable at any time and descend into this room.

...So strong, is this the strength of a substitute messenger?

Mary, who usually has extremely weak expressions, was sitting at the dining table holding a book, seemingly deafing the matter outside the window. In fact, from my perspective, the Akalin girl was enduring great mental torture, far less calm than she had appeared on the surface, and was now wearing a mask of pain.

"Marie, why can't you take good care of yourself?"

Mrs. Anna cut the pumpkin quickly, and after a long time, she said something. The Akalin girl shivered obviously, and her body slid two points under the chair, while blocking her face with a thick book.

...After taking the books backward, how afraid are you of your mother!

But Mrs. Anna didn't notice it at all. In a blink of an eye, she poured the peeled and seedless pumpkin into the pot, added a spoonful of celery onions and potatoes, mixed with olive oil and stir-fryed.

"This has been like this since I was a child. Why just don't I worry... There is no professional hospital on this small island. What if something happens..."

The resentment of soaring into the sky burst out again, and I felt that the scenery in front of me had changed, with a black and purple filter on it.

The wind and clouds changed in anger! It was so terrifying!

My scalp started to numb, and my cold sweat came down, but I felt a little embarrassed, so I took a sneak peek at Mr. Bakir.

Fortunately, Mr. Bakir in front of me was also experienced and could keep a smile and whisper to me about the recent news. The topic changed from "the specificity of the tearful cabbage in Mades" to "the sunset plan after dark", and it was becoming more and more trending towards "how is the situation of the war in Zhiyuan Star"...

Don't escape from reality! Mr. Bakil! You have to be more sober!

The terrible quiet and sometimes complaining continued. Apart from Mrs. Anna's voice, there were only a few of us who were cautiously breathing. I tried to speak a few times to ease the atmosphere, but I couldn't find any opportunity to break through.
To be continued...