Sifang Shurang Shop is located in the deepest part of an alley. Its location is very inconspicuous. The store looks quite old and the walls are cracked in some parts. It seems that time has passed here for a long time.

At the door of the store, an old man in his fifties and sixties was lying on a bamboo recliner, holding a teapot in his hand, and his eyes were half-closing, basking in the sun, looking extremely comfortable.

Hearing the footsteps approaching, the old man raised his head slightly. When he saw clearly that the person who came was just a teenager, his body softened into the recliner again.

Obviously he didn't think such a boy would come to buy a shroud.

Xu Zhou's steps directly entered the store.

"Hey hey! That kid! If you want to play, go to another shop to play!" The old man quickly sat up from the recliner, and a voice shot out from the loud voice, chasing Xu Zhou.

"Uncle, I'm not here to play, I'm here to see the shroud." Xu Zhou said seriously.

"Are you looking at the shroud at a young age?"

"Uncle, as long as I have money in my pocket, what does it matter if I am old or young?"

"You said something clear." The old man stood up from the recliner, patted his butt and walked into the store.

"Uncle, the clothes in your store are all very well-made." Xu Zhou said while wandering around the store.

"Boy has a vision! I don't look at my craftsmanship for many years. I'm not exaggerating. Even if I close my eyes, I'm better than those miscellaneous stores." The old man's old face smiled so much that he had pleated his chews. "And look at my material, it's the best material! I use my old face to guarantee that there is absolutely no situation for inferior products as good ones!"

"How much does this one cost?" Xu Zhou turned around and stopped in front of a shroud.

"Oh! My little brother is tasteful. This is my store treasure. Let me tell you..." The old man said in a constant stream of foam, and he said this shroud as a treasure that is rare in the sky and difficult to find on the earth.

"Then let's just do this one, I'm very satisfied with this one." Xu Zhou patiently listened to the old man blowing there for half an hour until he was exhausted and couldn't say anything anymore, so he nodded slowly.

"Little brother! Get ready!" If the old man hadn't had his legs and feet not so flexible, he would have jumped up happily and finally fooled the expensive shroud out.

"By the way, uncle, do you have any shrouds worn by dead people here?" Xu Zhou asked as the uncle turned around to get the collection code.

"All my shrouds here are brand new, how could anyone wear them?"

"Did you know where the dead man wears a shroud?"

"It's in the coffin." The old man handed the payment code to Xu Zhou, "Little brother, 2199 pass currency, I just wiped it out for a fraction of the money, just 2000 pass currency, scan the code."

"Scan the code?" Xu Zhou waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, uncle, you misunderstood. I didn't want to buy this shroud."

"Don't buy it? You just said you were very satisfied with this one."

"Yes, I'm very satisfied with this one." Xu Zhou took out his phone, turned on the camera function, and took a photo of the shroud. "I have always wanted to use shroud as a mobile wallpaper, but I have never found a suitable shroud picture. Now I have finally found it."

"What's the thing? Making mobile wallpaper?" The old man was shocked at the time. I tried hard to fool him for a long time. You told me that you were just here to take mobile wallpaper?

Can there be such a slutty operation in the world?

It is unheard of to use a frieze as a mobile wallpaper.

"No, using this as a wallpaper will definitely be cool." After taking the photo, Xu Zhou put his phone back in his pocket with satisfaction.

"Boy, are you playing tricks on me?" the old man said angrily.

"Uncle, you played tricks on me first."

"Nothing nonsense, I'm not fooling you!"

"Do you really think I know nothing? You asked me for 200 passes, just ask me if I want 2000 yuan."

"What 200, that's 2000!"

"Uncle, don't look at me as young as I have done my homework, you can't scare me." Xu Zhou said lightly, "There is another store 500 meters away from your store. Why don't I invite the owner of that store and ask him to help you identify it. If your shroud is really 2,000, I will buy two. If it's only 200, you'll give it to me for free, what's going on?"

"Forget it, I'll be calculating about it with you, a furious child." The old man waved his hand immediately, "Go to play wherever you should, don't delay my business."

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Ideal bookstore.

A boy was wearing a clean white shirt, blue-edged glasses on his nose, and meticulously combed hairstyle. His every move was filled with a gentle and elegant smell.

He stood next to an antique bookshelf, holding a yellow cover book in one hand, reading with relish, with such a focused expression.

The sunlight came in through the gaps between books on the bookshelf and shone on the books in the boy's hands. A few big words on the cover shone brightly: "That night, my sister-in-law walked into my room."

The boy with glasses is completely immersed in the ups and downs of the plot, his eyebrows are sometimes stretched and sometimes tight, and his mood fluctuates with the situation of the protagonist in the book.

"Huh?" As I looked at it, the boy in glasses suddenly felt like he was being peeped at, as if someone was peeking at him.

He quickly turned around, and there was no ghost behind him.

"Is it an illusion?" The man in glasses scratched his head. This time the feeling of being peeped away had disappeared.

"Maybe I was too fascinated by reading books, and I unknowingly brought myself into the environment where the protagonist is." The man in glasses felt his legs numb, so he took the book to a chair and sat down and continued reading.

The boy with glasses is not a customer, but a clerk at Ideal Bookstore. However, because the location of this bookstore is relatively remote, the bookstore has very few customers. Even on Saturdays and Sundays, there are basically no customers.

But boys with glasses like to work part-time here very much. First, they are relaxed, and second, they also like reading very much. No customers just let him have more time to study.

"Huh?" As I looked at it, the boy with glasses felt like he was being peeped.

"Is it because I was so fascinated by reading books that I didn't know if a customer came in?" The boy in glasses put down "Sister-in-law" and walked to the place where he had read the book before.

There was nothing there, not one person.

However, he found a red book on the bottom of the bookshelf.

This book is very small in size, only as big as a slap, with no word on the cover, and the color is blood-red, which makes the man with glasses think of the color of blood at the first time.

The boy with glasses worked part-time here for more than half a year. He is very sure that there is no such book in the bookstore. Where did this book come from?

"Which customer left such a strange book?" Unable to contain his curiosity, the boy in glasses opened the Blood Red Book.

The title page says the words "Don't find me".
Chapter completed!