No... Although that person said there are many types... But isn't this too many?
"Research on the Natural History of Ikalo Forest", "From the Ancient Kingdom of Seran to Today's Sara", "Three Hundred Years of Natural Changes in Cambia", "The Travels of Gefeiluo: Across Aisha"...
There are too many, really too many... Before Tilan came, she thought she might have read many of the books, but now when she carefully counted, she found that among the hundreds of categories, there were probably less than ten books that she was familiar with, and the rest were all unfamiliar books!
This is simply, awesome!
This one... this one... and this one...
She was like a mole who only had food for the winter. When she saw a book she liked, she would take it out and put it in her arms. Before she knew it, she had already piled fifteen books in her arms, which looked like a moving hill from a distance.
"There are too many to choose from!" It took her a long time to react. "I have money, but why should I transport it myself? Why don't I just bring my servants to pick it up tomorrow?"
After asking the staff, they found out that all the selected books could be temporarily stored for customers. Tilan was completely relieved, but he still couldn't help feeling genuine joy.
Some people may wonder why she is happy, but you have to know that in a waiting process that you know in advance will last for two months, every second of every day may be extremely difficult.
But now she has found a good helper to kill time! Isn't this something worth being happy about?
"It's still early, not even three o'clock yet... Maybe I can read a book here and go back to have dinner with Lemuel."
Thinking of this, Tilan immediately picked out the most pleasing book from the pile of books, found a cabinet to sit down, opened the book and began to browse.
The book was called "The Encyclopedia of Life on the Alien Continent" and it was very exaggerated. The introduction claimed that it "recorded all the lives that Lost Elsa had nurtured in the past." Tilan couldn't help but feel curious, because not everyone dared to say such a thing.
Is this everyone's work?
A famous biologist, traveler or something like that?
I turned back to the cover, but couldn't find the signature.
I flipped through the front and back covers, but there was nothing.
???
Tilan was completely confused.
She didn't understand - don't people write and publish books these days just to earn royalties?
If your name isn't even on the list, how can we determine that the money from selling the books is yours?
You can use any small trick to cut off the fruits of your painstaking work... Do you really think the publisher will indulge you if you are so willful?
She felt that no one would be so stupid and suspected that the author was actually some important figure whose name she did not want to reveal.
This is the only explanation. It is impossible for the publisher to embezzle money from such a character, unless they don't want to keep the show anymore.
Ignoring this, she read the book seriously.
To be fair, this is a really great book, with accurate descriptions of thousands of strange and mysterious natural life forms, including atmospheric anomalies, living swamps, flashing lightning, and underwater monsters.
The best part is that each creature introduced in each chapter is accompanied by a beautiful pen sketch. Some have one, some have three... Each sketch can reflect the artist's strong line control and drawing skills. The text descriptions are more vivid and lively with the pictures, directly bringing Tilan into an indescribable exotic world.
How is this done?
Tilan felt that he had to retract his opinion... This couldn't be the research result of a single person!
For example, the monsters it introduces, if they are all real, then given their dangerousness, people who have seen them would have to have extremely good luck to escape!
You may have such luck once or twice, but it is impossible to repeat it dozens or hundreds of times!
So this book should be the result of many people's co-editing, and everyone contributed their own adventure stories. She thought the publisher must have an internal list, but it was too long and was indeed not suitable for printing in the book.
As for these sketch illustrations…
Judging from the style, they are all the work of the same person, but this does not mean anything. It can be regarded as a unified commissioned work.
She was so absorbed in reading and thinking, and because she was actually small and had chosen a corner seat, when she finally came back to her senses from the book, she was shocked to find that it was already dark outside the window.
This, this, this... the clock has reached seven o'clock?
I watched it for nearly four hours in one go?
Is this me?
The me who was designated by my father not to read for more than twenty minutes?
Although learning books and things that can be read as storybooks cannot be generalized, the immersion effect this time is too ideal.
The conversations and footsteps between the bookshelves could no longer be heard. Tilan stood up nervously, for she was afraid that the library would be closed and locked at this time.
The Chesman people had a different schedule than here, so many shops there were open late at night. But the Sara people rested at night, how could she forget this?
Tilan ran all the way with the book "Encyclopedia of Life of All Creatures in the Alien Continent" in his arms, and he couldn't see any figure.
All the book buyers have disappeared.
Even those employees whose smiles were a little creepy were gone.
There was no one in the corridor.
There was no one in the aisle.
There was no one at the bar.
There's no one at the door!
"Bang!"
I pushed the door hard, and all I heard was the loud noise made by the shaking chain.
Finished!
There was only despair in Tilan's heart.
Am I going to stay here overnight?
Will Lemuel think something's happened to me?
But I haven’t eaten yet!
I ate two small pieces of cake while waiting in line, but that little bit of energy was no match for the consumption of four hours of reading.
Tilan's stomach was rumbling. She slammed the door and shouted for help, but her voice seemed to go nowhere.
The entrance of this library is built on three levels of high steps, each with more than a dozen steps, and is actually quite far from the street.
Damn...where are the employees?
It's such a big place, and they locked the door without even confirming whether there was anyone missing. How did they manage to avoid any accidents for so many years?
If you’re not careful, someone might even die!
"clang--"
"clang--"
"clang--"
“……” The bell rang and Tilan got goosebumps.
Something seems to be wrong.
Seven o'clock...How can you ring the bell at seven o'clock?
Aren't they all struck at the hour, namely 3 o'clock, 6 o'clock, 9 o'clock, and 12 o'clock?
This place seems a bit weird.
I have to go quickly...
We have to leave now...
She tried to pry open the door, but couldn't get in.
The door was locked very tightly. Even though there was a glass door outside this door, it was impossible to get out from here.
Tilan tried to go back to the second floor where she had been reading before. She fumbled back and forth in the aisle against the wall to open the window, but found that all the blinds were locked and she couldn't find the lock to open the window from the inside!
Crazy, right? Who designed this kind of decoration?
Unable to find a way to escape, hungry, and nervous about being in an unfamiliar environment, Tilan felt increasingly uneasy.
Wow...
chi chi...
Suddenly, she heard a strange noise.
It came from the darkness, from the corridor.
It seemed to be in the air and in the walls.
On top of your head.
Under my feet...!
Under normal circumstances, Tilan might not have been scared to this extent, but don't forget what book she was reading in the afternoon.
That big book contained many man-eating monsters. She was only at that age, so it was natural for her to imagine some looming and terrifying monsters in her mind and bring them directly into the reality she was in.
"what!"
She immediately let out a scream and ran forward.
She didn't care about anything anymore... She felt the voice chasing her from behind, so she ran all the way up the stairs. In the end, she didn't know which floor she was on. She just suddenly felt as if she had bumped into a ball of silver fog and was completely lost in the fog.
……
"get ready."
In the back room of the pharmacy, the female owner was comforting two guests who were lying down.
"The first time the drug will be stronger, but it is the power to help you break through the barriers. Don't resist until you see the thing that makes you worship."
……
Tilan just felt extremely scared.
The sound did not disappear.
Instead, because she had entered the fog, an echo appeared, and now she had no idea where it came from.
Front and back, left and right.
High and low.
It was everywhere and she was driving herself crazy with the feeling!
"do not come……"
"Don't come over here...don't come over here!!!"
She missed a step and fell through the fog with a scream. In her terror, she felt her soul leave her body and pass through a mysterious barrier invisibly, and the scene in front of her suddenly became clear.
"..."
Pupil constriction.
Thought stagnation.
It was a misty silver fog.
The silver mist sets off a huge fantasy castle made entirely of machinery and gears.
Hundreds of spires.
Hundreds of towers.
Each tower has a mechanical clock.
The sound of bells could be heard in the distance.
"clang--"
"clang--"
"clang--"
It is like an independent kingdom standing in the sky.
At the same time, it brings infinite shock to everyone who sees it.
Chapter 6: The Heir (Two in One)
Namiya, present day, January 1987, 1. The "City of Shadows" located in the deepest part of the dream world.
