Chapter 27 26. Library

July passed.The temperature on August 1 of that year was the highest temperature recorded for the entire summer.This is what I found out later. Heat waves steamed on the asphalt road.I felt like I was swimming in a heat wave. When I arrived at the library, I was already drenched in sweat, and my face seemed to be wrapped in a sweltering towel. "Mei Xiang, I'll be there soon. ——Mr. S, are you alright?" "It's okay. It's like a sauna." We crossed the red brick road and passed the stone sculpture of a dancing girl.Walking into the automatic door, the cool air immediately enveloped the whole body.

Because it is summer vacation, there are parents taking their children to read books everywhere in front of the children's bookshelves and in the reading room.When I passed the reading table, I stopped suddenly.Among the noisy elementary school students, I seemed to see Sumida's figure. "Master Daofu, what's the matter?" "Hey, look, isn't that Sumida?" "Which? Where?" "Look, it's right next to that table..." Mr. S smiled softly. "It's not her, but it's a bit similar. I said Husband, why do you have Sumida in your mind?"

"How could it be. But... yeah, it's just kind of like it." Take a closer look, it is indeed as Mr. S said. "Who is Sumida?" Mei Xiang asked.I just replied: "Students in the class." and walked away. "Xiao Meixiang, that Sumida is no ordinary classmate." Mr. S said in a meaningful tone on purpose. "what is that?" "She's sitting right behind Mr. Daofu. In fact—" "Stop talking nonsense!" I already guessed what Mr. S wanted to say, so I interrupted him immediately. "We need to get down to business!"

"Oh, Mr. Dao, look at you, are you angry?" "Yeah, that's weird..." Mei Xiang also whispered. With that said, we walked to the bookshelf.The bookshelves are full of rows of books.In the closest row, there is an index sign of "Regional Writers". "Mr. Daofu, will it be here?" "Yes.—ah, there!" The book I was looking for was found in no time.I reached out and pulled the novel out. "The Trial of Sex" Kaoru Rokumura On the exquisite cover is a creepy painting.Square room.Walls, ceilings, floors, everything is cement gray.In the very center of the floor is a wooden box.Inside the box is a naked boy sitting with his knees facing his right, his face upturned, where his eyes and mouth should have been cracked, and only drawn as a black hole, like a haniwa in a tomb (Kofun period in ancient Japan unique biscuit furnace) face.Beside the boy, there is a clown-like figure.It is said to be a clown, but it is actually just a costume that looks like a clown, but the face is covered by black feathers.A feather bigger than a round fan.The man, holding a feather in his right hand to cover his face, was dancing like a king of cards, facing me.

"What is this, I really don't want to see it." Mr. S muttered.I opened the book without saying a word.After looking at the first page, I felt that there were too many difficult Chinese characters.So, while flipping the pages of the book, I glanced at the contents of the book.At this time, the story of the novel is not important anymore, as long as you can confirm the plots that the old man said, you're done.And that was quickly confirmed.Or rather, almost every page of the book is devoted to killing the boy and then humiliating his corpse.There is very little storyline from the start.Penis, joy, anger, slime, begging. —these words are repeated almost on every page.I understand some meanings, and some don't quite understand.The content of the articles I have seen has no obstacles to reading, but there are still some individual places that are difficult to understand.It must be because the author's thinking is beyond the scope of my understanding.

When turning the pages of the book, I don't know why, but I always feel that I am not reading, but I am actually witnessing something, and I always feel that my body is wrapped in an unpleasant, rancid air.It felt indescribable, like dried milk, or shellfish meat, or a dirty sink—it was that rancid smell. Finally, I closed the book. "Let's go." Holding that book, I came to the reception desk at the front of the entrance.On the other side of the counter was a young woman.I handed over the book and said I wanted to know more about the author.The woman looked extremely surprised. "Is this book very popular recently? An old gentleman came to inquire about it a while ago..."