Yokohama Survival Guide

==============================

The store area is not large, so the distance between several bookshelves is extremely narrow, which can accommodate the next person to walk through.

You gently lean on the shelf behind you and try to raise your head to see the top books clearly—the old books on the black willow shelves are crowded together in an extremely messy way, roughly arranged according to size and thickness; in order to make better use of space , a considerable number of books are even stuffed horizontally into the air raid, which undoubtedly adds new troubles for you to distinguish the names and types of books.

""Gaius Julius Caesar", "The Garden of Forking Paths", "Do Robots Dream of Electric Sheep"..." Your fingers slid across the rows of spines, a thin layer of gray follows the trend Contaminated on the skin tissue, some can't laugh or cry, "It's really a messy arrangement, but they are all ordinary old books, nothing special..."

"and many more."

The tip of your hand suddenly sinks in, and you stop your movements sharply. Sure enough, there is a booklet that is different in size from other old books, and it is quietly sandwiched between two hard-shelled "Divine Comedy". Didn't notice it's there—

You try to get it out of the gap, and after opening it, you find that it is actually made of that kind of dictionary-style 80-gram Dorian soft paper; because it is a pure manuscript, and the author’s font is rough, the blue-black color used Small blobs of ink smeared on the yellowed paper, so that the content on the front and back were stacked together, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Let me see, "The Mystery of Gilmore Mansion", a mystery novel?"

You close the book cover, try to make out the faded title and the long list of introductions below, and even misspelled two letters when spelling,

"Dartmouth series of stories, take you to experience the most authentic horror..."

'Looks like this is horror story lovers entertaining themselves,'

You smiled, but you didn't put the book back to its original place, you just gently held the back with your right thumb and index finger,

'I won't be here until mid-morning tomorrow night, and reading a book at the hotel in the morning is also a good way to pass the time, anyway, it's very short. '

"...well, there's a loot. Well, there's something else interesting..."

You want to squat down and pick up two more idle books from the lower shelf.However, the narrowness of the aisle creates a huge problem for you, and after two attempts, you end up having to bend sideways and poke your head awkwardly.

"..."English Drama Test", "Inspiration"...boring, nothing..."

Trying to keep your balance on the upper shelf with your left hand, you squint your eyes, your head almost buried in the spine pile.

At this moment, a faint voice suddenly descended from above your scalp——

"Have everyyousentheyellowsign?"

It was a standard to elegant London accent, but after the ending was raised by three beats, it chilled the heart like a poisonous snake spit out a letter!

You are defenseless against inquiries from the front. After all, the sky-high bookshelves on both sides and the wall at the end have formed a dead angle.

You didn't realize at all before that someone was actually staying in this blind spot? !

Pupils constricted, you pursed your lips and raised your head, the silver hair receded to the sides of your cheeks like a tide.

Through the dim light, you see a face that is magnified due to the close distance—the square cheeks that should be tough and handsome are sunken because of being too thin, and there are a pair of slightly dull eyes in the blue and black eye sockets. Eyes, after staring at you, they drift to the sides from time to time, and the inconsistent rotation is reminiscent of slippery reptiles like frogs, which is extremely uncomfortable.

This is a young man who is underage. He bends down from a height and looks down at you from a close distance.

Even at a certain moment, you have an illusion, as if his breath like a gossamer has turned into a blast from the north, taking away the surrounding temperature.

When you noticed that you looked up at him, those lips covered with dead skin squirmed again, uttering a repeated sentence:

"Have everyyousentheyellowsign?"

"sorry, we do not have that."

You frowned, and stepped back slightly with your left hand resting on the bookshelf.Because of your posture, you can't just stand up straight.

It's not pleasant to talk while maintaining a posture of looking up, so, you are not very polite and sarcastic:

"Perhaps your politeness should tell you, sir, that it is not a good thing to bother people."

As if I didn't understand your hint, young man, no, the young man smiled strangely:

"Barlow's research on empathy, great attempt. Have everyyouseentheyellowsign, sir?"

"...I said it, no."

As you speak, your left leg sinks, and your center of gravity quickly shifts to the rear.After flexibly bypassing the upper body and standing up again, you coldly warned,

"Boy, are you still provoking?"

Hearing this, the other party pulled out another weird smile.

And just when you clenched your fists and were about to make a move, he suddenly withdrew all his expressions.

The corners of his mouth are drawn into a straight line, and his eyes are also staring straight at your right hand—no, to be more precise, he is examining the booklet in your hand!

It can't be said that it is anticipation or disgust, he stared at the book cover with extremely complicated eyes, and said softly:

"It's a good book, sir. You must read it well, read it well."

After repeating it twice, the young man came back to his senses, shivered as if waking up from a dream, and looked around.

As you expected, the other party will soon meet your eyes, after all, there are only two of you in this space.

But this time, he actually showed a shy smile:

"Hello, sir, are you here to buy books?"

"...Ah." You raised your eyebrows, not sure what the hell the other party was pretending to be, so you just put your arms around your chest and waited for the next sentence.

During your interrogation, he scratched his head and shyly said:

"I'm Roy Phillips, and I'm currently working as a helper at Uncle Gamma's! If you want to settle the settlement, you can tell me directly!"

Halfway through the conversation, this guy actually blushed in embarrassment,

"...Did I scare you just now? I'm sorry, because I'm rehearsing a play recently, I always want to pretend to be more realistic, so as to scare the people around me... That way, Hannah won't dislike my acting skills... Of course Casilda has to fall in love with Ucht."

"Yes, then help me settle this book."

You should have no sincerity, just hand over the brochure in your hand.

At this time, how could you not know that this Roy is the "child" who was taken care of by the shopkeeper just now; God knows, how he ran to the front shop alone!And if Roy didn't lie, the serious illness mentioned earlier might be a faux pas, and the shop owner's family might be completely fooled by his acting skills... What a bad character.

Seeing that Roy's action of taking the booklet was half a beat slow, you casually added:

"By the way, if it's your treasure, I can exchange it for one."

After all, no matter whether the other party is engaging in conspiracy or pure schizophrenia, the trigger point is mostly related to the booklet-you don't have to, why don't you take advantage of the situation and give up?

Unexpectedly, the other party replied to you with a very normal and nostalgic attitude.

Young Roy stroked the book cover tenderly, shook his head and said:

"No need, guest, you can take it home and read it carefully. After all, books are always looking for new owners, and if they stay on old bookshelves, they will become lonely, right?"

At this point, he winks at you, playfully, and adds,

"Besides, the price of this book is only about one-fifth of the original price, so you can buy it as a story."

It really is exactly the same as the store manager said!

Hearing this, you suddenly relax a lot.The solemn factor in the air seemed to dissipate without a sound.

In a relaxed atmosphere, you joked:

"Then trouble you to settle the bill for me. It's getting late, and I plan to finish watching it tonight."

"That's a big project. After all, the story is complicated."

The boy smiled happily. He patted the cover of the book gently, and moved cautiously.

"I just finished watching it last month and alas, that was such a bad ending."

Due to the position, you were the first to turn around and walk towards the door of the shop; while Roy followed behind.

In the tandem, in order to avoid silence, you also had a few words about stories and dramas——

You are the first to speak: "Is the story scary? It looks like a manuscript."

Roy shook his head: "Well, not at all! It's a touching story, sir."

You raised your eyebrows in disbelief: "Really, I'm looking forward to it...By the way, you and Ms. Hannah will perform a play together? When exactly? I forgot to ask when we were chatting."

Roy smiled: "It's exactly 17 o'clock, because it's the time when the stars are bright!"

Hearing this weird answer, you don't know what's going on, and you start to feel uncomfortable again.

The beer you just drank may have played some magical role. You vaguely feel that the light is distorted, and everything around you is as blurred as through a tulle: "Your private performance, do you have to be so precise?"

As soon as you open your mouth, you secretly think something is wrong.

You don't know why, why did you use such an impolite tone and wording?

Unexpectedly, Roy is actually very good-tempered.

While lovingly stroking the booklet in his hand, he explained in an extremely gentle tone:

"After all, it is a very important performance, and the guests also have great expectations."

"Guests? But... Hannah clearly said..." You can't figure it out, not sure who is lying, or is it completely misunderstood, "Is it a small-scale fan activity? You actually invited guests?" "

"... She should belong to Camilla," Roy bit the unfamiliar name lightly, and smiled in a trance, "...but it doesn't matter, after all, the queen witnessed Carcosa, so it's better."

The boy's unnatural expression made your stomach upset again, you frowned and said, "Hey, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, sir." Roy smiled sweetly as if waking up from a dream, and said in a brisk tone, "You asked a guest just now? Ah, they are guests from afar. Thanks to them, we have the opportunity to dedicate this A prologue."

You couldn't figure out what he was talking about vaguely, so you had to pass the banknotes in your hand hastily.

After taking the coin, the boy began to hum some kind of dramatic tune softly.

It's so familiar, you're sure you've heard it from Hannah before—

"The song of the Hyades no one hears

The king's rags blow in the wind

The singing voice faded away silently

dim carcosa

my soul can't sing

My song is like tears no longer flow

only dryness and silence there

The Lost Carcosa"【Note [-]】

In the middle of the night, the gentle bass sang ominous lyrics, and the dim lights began to flicker and rotate again.

Lightly took the paper bag handed over by the other party, when you turned around and walked towards the door of the shop, a familiar faint voice came from the direction of the shop.

It seems to be an illusion, but it is undeniable:

"Have everyyousentheyellowsign?"

The author has something to say:

I’m Ye Lai’s talk chatter, it’s so scary, listening to the violin melody almost made me cry

The comment is still an excerpt from the King of Yellow Clothes, and now I pay tribute to two Hasta’s running group books. Today I will compare desperately and try to find a few better excerpts~ Let’s unlock the name of the next book. [Let’s talk about the previous one There is a typo, I will change it later], comrades, do you feel it coming, I am very serious, I feel the sense of terror is coming QAQ

今日一问：注意到本章节最可怕的地方了吗？我就是因为这个才害怕的！！！感谢在2020-06-1219:46:17~2020-06-1321:14:14期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Lulu's total attack is 1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 29 bottles of Ulysses; 1 bottle of XXXC;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

---------------