ghost craftsman

Chapter 424 Octagon Building

Captain Peng hummed when he saw me, and said with a smile: "Dongchuan, don't worry, I will definitely fight for you more if you can fight for it."

I nodded heavily and thanked Captain Peng.

Captain Peng didn't speak any more, and led me towards the octagonal building.

When we walked to the octagonal building, we found that the gate of the octagonal building was really tall and big, a maroon gate with a few big characters written on it, "Octagonal building!"

I was thinking of pushing the door straight in, but Captain Peng grabbed me, shook his head at me, and said, "Don't worry!"

After all, he walked over first.

When he got to the door, he stretched out his right hand and knocked on the door. I counted carefully, and it seemed that he knocked seven times, and the frequency and sound of knocking on the door were extremely strange. The scene when he led me to Shenwu Mountain for the first time.

In other words, the gate of the octagonal building is definitely equipped with organs.

This made me sigh for a while, even if the eighth office had to use the Mohist mechanism, it shows that the Mohist mechanism is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Just as I was dazed for a while, the door was slowly opened, revealing a small golden door, which was no different from an ordinary door except that it was more luxurious.

"Okay, let's go!" Captain Peng greeted me, walked over first, raised his hand and knocked on the door, and said softly, "Open the door, it's me!"

As soon as these words were said, the door opened in less than a moment, and the boy who opened the door was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy. The boy's attire was also very strange. What's even more strange about the book boy is that his eyes don't look at people at all, and he keeps staring at the ground.

"It turns out that Captain Peng is here. What's the matter? " The boy said slowly, with an indescribable arrogance in his tone, but his voice was very strange, not like a boy's voice, with a sense of vicissitudes inside.

"Mr. Feng, I'm sorry to trouble you. We have newly promoted a team leader in our team. I want to bring him in to see the world." Captain Peng seemed to be very respectful to the boy, and his tone was full of respect.

"Old rules, you can't go to the eighth floor for an hour." After the young man finished speaking, he opened the door completely.

Captain Peng quickly thanked the boy, and then gave me a wink, which meant to let me go in quickly.

Where did I dare to hesitate, I quickly got into the small door.

Just when I passed by the boy, the boy suddenly reached out and stopped me, and said softly, "Membership card!"

I didn't dare to give it to him directly. Instead, I looked at Captain Peng and saw Captain Peng nodding, so I handed over the membership card.

The young man took the membership card and looked at it, and said in a low voice: "Luo Dongchuan, if I remember correctly, it took less than half a year for this kid to enter the eighth place, and he didn't even apply for a regular membership card. Team leader."

After that, he glanced at me indifferently, returned the membership card, and said softly, "Go in!"

I thanked him, and quickly walked in. Captain Peng's voice came from behind, and he said, "Old Feng, this is the top grade Xinyang Maojian. How about it? Find a place where we can chat for a while?"

Hearing this, I finally understood. No wonder Captain Peng said that he could buy me two hours, and he spent a long time fiddling with it. He was planning to give Mr. Feng some presents.

However, what I don't understand is that the bookboy is obviously a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, why Captain Peng would call him Old Feng, it's so abnormal!
However, I didn't think too much about it, because all my heart was on the dozen or so books in the southeast corner of the sixth floor.

Soon, I found the stairs leading to the second floor and climbed up immediately. When I reached the second floor, I was completely shocked by the scene in front of me.

Books, books, all books.

Looking at it, there are hundreds of square meters, all of which are books, and those books are arranged in rows and rows, and the arrangement is extremely complete.

If it was normal, I would definitely go in for a stroll, especially the "The Coffin Bearer" that Captain Peng said. up.

What I didn't expect was that the more I climbed up, I didn't know if it was a physical problem or what was going on, but I felt that the stairs were extremely difficult to climb, especially at the bottom of my feet, as if I was tied to a shot put weighing dozens of kilograms.

When I climbed to the sixth floor, almost half an hour had passed, and I almost collapsed.

Hell, what the hell is this place, why is it so tiring to climb the stairs.

I muttered, dragged my exhausted body and walked towards the sixth floor.

The books on the sixth floor are very strange, the style of displaying the books is completely different from that on the second floor. If the books on the second floor are neat, then the books on the sixth floor are displayed according to a certain formation.

At the moment, I didn't care about that much. I took a deep breath, forced myself to calm down, and then started looking for the southeast.

As a ghost craftsman, my direction is absolutely no problem. It took less than a few seconds for me to find the southeast. What puzzled me was that the location of the southeast was actually an extremely narrow passage. The books on both sides I don't know what's going on, but many places appear empty.

"Could it be that those books were borrowed?"

I muttered, and hurried over.

When I walked to the passage, I felt that the place was very gloomy and cold, but there were not books on both sides, but ice cubes.

I suppressed the discomfort in my body and ran through the passage quickly.

At the end of this passage is a circular bookshelf, although it is a circular bookshelf, but there are only a few dozen books in it.

"I found it!" I was overjoyed, and I piled up the dozens of books together, and was about to flip through them, when an unexpected voice came to my mind, "One hour is up, please come out."

When I heard this, I was a little confused. It's been an hour?

No, I remember it was only a little over half an hour, it should not have been an hour!

At that moment, I immediately took out my phone and checked, the time was ten thirty in the morning.

Before I went upstairs, I checked that the time was [-]:[-], which meant that an hour had really passed.

Mad, what the hell, what's going on with this place, I obviously feel like it's only been half an hour, why is it only an hour.

I muttered something, ignored the voice at all, and quickly picked up a book and flipped through it. After about ten minutes of flipping through, I found that some of the things recorded in the book were, as Captain Peng said, all It is some intractable diseases, and even the most common infant crying in the middle of the night in rural areas is recorded on it.

After flipping through one book, I couldn't find what I wanted at all, so I picked up another book and flipped through it, but to my disappointment, there was still nothing.

After looking through four or five books in a row, there are really many intractable diseases recorded on them, but I have never found a situation similar to my second uncle.

At that moment, I took a deep breath, and while praying, I picked up a book called "Jing" and flipped through it. I only read less than seven or eight pages, and a line of eye-catching words came into my eyes, and my expression changed. Hi, just about to take a closer look, the previous voice sounded again, "It's been two hours, please go downstairs."

(End of this chapter)