Zhou Bai looked at Austin and secretly felt that he had to find an opportunity to explore his identity again.
So Zhou Bai smiled at him and said.
"Then it's agreed. On the afternoon of the 24th, at 6 o'clock.
Remember to go to the castle and attend the party I am hosting."
Austin nodded.
"No problem, I'm always on time.
I also hope you can be on time."
After Zhou Bai and Austin agreed on a time, he continued his cake learning course.
At 5:45 pm, Buz drove his car and waited at the door of the bakery in advance.
At 6 o'clock, Zhou Bai finished class on time.
"I am such an excellent teacher."
Austin looked at Zhou Bai's learning achievements and couldn't help but boast a little.
"You come here early tomorrow, we will review it again, and then we can start training."
Zhou Bai looked at the cake in front of him and was also very satisfied.
The learning progress was much faster than he expected.
After Zhou Bai said goodbye to Austin, he walked out of the bakery.
Buz was already standing at the door, opening the car door for Zhou Bai.
He held the direction and asked Zhou Bai.
"Sir, are we going back to the castle now?"
He looked at Zhou Bai with a little uneasiness in his eyes.
It seems that he always goes to the grave for nothing, but it still leaves a bit of a psychological shadow on Buz.
Zhou Bai sat in the car and hesitated.
There are only 4 days left.
However, the progress of his preparations was still a bit slow.
Especially that record store, he has only been there once so far.
Zhou Bai thought of this and asked Buz.
"Is there paper and pen in the car?"
Butz opened the passenger seat storage box.
"Yes, sir."
Then he took out a notebook and a pen from inside.
Zhou Bai took it, took the pen, and began to draw on the notebook.
Then, he said to Buzz.
"Don't go back to the castle yet.
Just drive your car to the alley in front and park there and wait for me."
Butz was visibly relieved when he heard that Zhou Bai was not going to the graveyard.
"Okay, sir."
Then, he drove the car to the location designated by Zhou Bai.
Zhou Bai looked at the car, parked it next to the alley, looked inside, but fell into deep thought again.
If you walk further into the alley in front of you, you can see the path leading to the record store.
Although Zhou Bai told Buz to park the car here.
However, he was still hesitant about going to the record store.
Last time, Zhou Bai walked to the record store after hearing strange music.
This made Zhou Bai doubt the authenticity of Article 4 of the Christmas Eve survival rules.
[The record store owner may tell you that there is no record of the song "Jingle Bells". But don't give up. Please be sure to play this song on Christmas Eve. 】
The song "Jingle Bells" seems to be linked to "it" interests.
In other words, this record store is very likely to have something to do with "it".
However, the old man looking after the store had a strange attitude.
Last time, Zhou Bai didn't buy the record. On the surface, it was because he couldn't hear the name of the song clearly.
But in fact, is it possible that he doesn't want Zhou Bai to buy that record at all?
When he thought of this, Zhou Bai felt a little confused.
It is still unclear whether this record store owner is a friend or an enemy.
So, Zhou Bai thought that he should at least confirm it again.
Let's see if he is really deliberately preventing Zhou Bai from buying the record.
After clearing his thoughts in the car, Zhou Bai took the notebook and got out of the car.
He walked along the alley toward the record store.
The wound on Zhou Bai's finger where he had pricked it with a brooch had already healed.
But when other fingers touch it, there will still be a slight pain, reminding him of what happened on this path.
Along the way, I heard no more music.
Zhou Bai relied on his memory and walked towards the record store.
When he reached the end of the path in his memory, he found that the record store was not open.
He looked up in confusion.
If not, the flashing light sign from last time is still there.
He might have thought that the record store he saw the day before yesterday was just his hallucination.
Zhou Bai stood under the light sign and in front of the closed iron gate.
I took out my phone and looked at the time on it.
6:20.
It's also possible that he came too late.
It seems reasonable that the shops are closed during this time period.
Zhou Bai comforted himself in this way, and then prepared to turn around and leave.
At this moment, an old voice sounded from behind him.
"Are you here to buy records?"
Zhou Bai quickly turned around and looked.
However, when he saw the other party's appearance clearly, he froze on the spot.
The person talking to him was the old man sitting in the record store the day before yesterday.
However, after not seeing him for a few days, he seemed to be several years older.
And he looks thinner and more haggard than before.
Zhou Bai didn't know what happened to him, that there would be such a change.
Suddenly, I forgot to answer.
When the old man saw that Zhou Bai was silent, he did not continue to ask. Instead, he opened the iron gate of the record store and walked in on his own.
Zhou Bai looked at his rickety back, and then looked at the shabby record store.
I just felt that this old man, together with this record store, seemed to disappear at any time.
Zhou Bai reminded himself that business was more important.
Then he put all these strange thoughts behind him.
Then walked forward.
Zhou Bai wanted to say something to the old man, so he put his hand next to his ear.
However, Zhou Bai did not speak, but directly handed over a notebook and placed it in front of him.
In order to prevent the old man from pretending not to hear clearly, Zhou Bai wrote down his questions in the notebook in advance.
"Do you sell a record of "Jingle Bells"?"
The old man's eyes were fixed on the words in the book for a long time.
Zhou Bai could see in his eyes that he understood the content above.
However, he suddenly waved his hand towards Zhou Bai in panic.
"No no.
Please leave quickly."
Zhou Bai had already expected that he would be rejected.
But the old man's attitude made him a little puzzled.
Zhou Bai stared at the old man's expression, always feeling that he looked a little panicked.
Zhou Bai stood there without moving.
The old man sat on his stool.
He turned his head so that his back was facing Zhou Bai.
Pretend to drive away the guest.
Zhou Bai had no choice but to take the notebook and walk back the same way.