When I saw the message on the screen, I took a breath of cold air. The whole body felt like electric current flowing through it, from the soles of my feet to the scalp, my breathing began to become rapid.

If the Honglian brand cigarettes had been discontinued more than 20 years ago, then where did the cigarettes in the driver's hands come from?

Even the inventory bought before the cigarette factory caught fire, the cigarettes have become moldy and deteriorated for so long and cannot be smoked any more.

Besides, even if there is stock in the past few years, I will definitely get it all out, so it is impossible to keep it with you at any time.

Just when I was puzzled, the tourist woke me up with a word from the tourist. He said he could check the information about Honglian brand cigarettes online. If the situation is true, it means that there must be something wrong with the cigarette.

After seeing this sentence, I immediately took out my spare phone from my backpack and began to check the relevant content about Honglian cigarettes.

Perhaps because of the long time, there are not many news about Honglian cigarettes, only a few contents. Then I checked Daqing Cigarette Factory, but this investigation doesn't matter. When I saw the relevant reports, my clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

The report records that an unknown fire did occur in the Daqing cigarette factory twenty-three years ago. The raging fire caused all 132 workers to be burned to death and none of them survived.

Tens of thousands of red lotus cigarettes that were in time for delivery in the cigarette factory were burned down. Since then, Daqing Cigarette Factory has closed down, and Honglou cigarettes have also withdrawn from the stage of history in this fire.

After reading the report, I felt more and more uneasy and put the cigarette under the street light again to look carefully.

After checking, I found that there was something wrong with this cigarette. There seemed to be a yellow paper stick mixed in the tobacco. The paper stick was about the same thickness as a toothpick. If you don’t look carefully, it would be difficult to detect it.

I carefully pulled out the yellow paper stick from the tobacco, and twisted it with my hands a few times and found that the yellow paper had been stuck with things like glue and could not be opened at all.

In desperation, I had to put the paper stick in front of the screen and asked the tourists in the live broadcast room if anyone knew what this was for.

For a moment, there were many different opinions. The tourist who first reminded me that something happened in the cigarette factory was in trouble and said that it was definitely not something that came with the cigarette.

The reason for this is definitely because he has been smoking for thirty or forty years. Before the incident in Daqing Cigarette Factory, he had been smoking Honglian cigarettes and had never discovered this situation at all. Therefore, this paper stick was definitely not put in by the cigarette employee.

If there is no paper stick in the cigarette itself, then this matter is very likely to be related to the driver. Could it be that the yellow paper stick is something similar to ecstasy?

Although it is a society ruled by law, people's hearts are not as good as taxi drivers who are confused by passengers and snatch money.

A few months ago, I heard news reports that a taxi driver lost his property at the gambling table. In desperation, he robbed a passenger and finally brutally killed the passenger and threw the body out of the wilderness.

There is a very likely ecstasy inside this yellow paper stick. After igniting the cigarette, the paper stick burns with tobacco and evaporates the drug, which eventually leads to the smoker's coma, and then the murderer robs him again.

But there is one thing I can’t understand. Ordinary cigarettes can also be used to harm people. Why do we have to use cigarettes that have been discontinued?

Just as I was about to continue asking the tourists in the live broadcast room, the rich man named Changban was you, sent a message again, reminding me that there is still one minute and that if I don’t go to the library again, the game between us will end here.

When I saw the message on the public screen, I remembered the serious business. Fortunately, the rich man reminded me that if the time is exceeded, not only the gifts I have been sent out will be fully refunded, but the platform may also hold me accountable.

"Don't let me know, I'll go to the library now. I'll forgive you for other Tiezi. The scenes inside cannot be broadcast, so they must be broadcast now. When I get home, I will unbox you immediately after I get home. You must wait for me!"

After a few words, I closed the live broadcast and then looked down at the cigarette in my hand. Although I didn't know what the cigarette was from, I always felt uncomfortable when I left it in my hand, so I threw it on the side of the road.

After throwing away the cigarette, I put away the spare machine, took out the flashlight and walked towards the door of the library.

Because the iron gate was disrepaired for a long time, it had been corroded and rusted. I grabbed the iron bar with my hand and broke it gently. With a click, the iron bar fell to the ground and then broke into iron slag.

After breaking off three or five iron railings, a hole about half a meter wide appeared at the backyard gate, which could be passed by one person.

I looked around and saw that there was no one on the empty road, and then I plucked up the courage to enter the iron gate.

The moment his head passed through the iron gate, a gust of cold and cold air hit the whole body, and the feeling was like Sanjiutian standing naked in the snow.

The bone-black chills all over my body, and I hesitated for a few seconds and crawled in directly.

The yard is full of green and yellow weeds, almost without human calves.

There were rocks on the ground, and the walls on the library walls were even more mottled under the moonlight. After being washed by heavy rain, they fell to the ground and fell into pieces.

On the right side of the iron gate is a dilapidated guard room. The exterior wall has turned yellow and painted. The interior of the room is pitch black and there is no light or shadow, just like a huge mouth in the abyss.

It seems that since the library was abandoned, there are no people here who are guarding the door. After all, there is nothing valuable in this huge courtyard except this abandoned building.

Standing in front of the iron gate for a long time, I took a sip of white wine again and then I plucked my courage to walk towards the library.

I also thought of a solution when I was silent. The genius just asked me to enter the Third Library of Tianjing at 11:30, but did not limit how long I would take out the box. This was a loophole.

I originally wanted to wait until dawn to enter the library, but then I thought about it a little unauthentic.

Putting aside the rich man who has paid me so much money, I can't let tourists wait for a night in vain. If I really do this, the reputation I have created will be completely ruined, and no one will come to my live broadcast room to pick up gifts.

The spicy echoes between my lips and teeth, and alcohol affects my nerves even more subtly.

Accompanied by the heat in my stomach, I came to the front of the library and looked up. The glass door on the first floor of the library had been broken and the ground was covered with glass fragments.

When I turned on the flashlight, I shone towards the interior of the library. There were two or three wooden doors in the corridor, and there should be the staff office inside.

Further inward is an empty reading room, with wooden tables in front and bookshelfs more than two meters high in the back.

The desks were full of messes, and in addition to the leftover snacks and drinks packaging, there were also some broken books. Without exception, these things were covered with a thick layer of dust.

Standing at the entrance, I remembered the rumors about the library again, the singing that drifted in midnight and the figures standing at the window.

This information keeps surrounding my mind like a nightmare. If you want to forget it, it is deeply engraved in my memory like a brand.

But at this moment, there was no singing in my ears, only the rustling sound of the north wind blowing the weeds in the courtyard, and there was no one in the window at the end of the floor corridor.

Although I don’t know whether these rumors are true or fictional, I know I have to go in because I urgently need the money to treat my mother.

After taking a deep breath, my nose was filled with the smell of mold and rot. I didn't have to think too much, and stepped on the broken glass under my feet and entered the library.

The sound of glass cracking and cracking resounded throughout the corridor hall, as if it was echoing, making people hear it more clearly and a little chill in their hearts.

The wooden doors of the office on both sides of the corridor were painted with colorful brushes and patterns that were not visible, and there were old yellowed newspapers on the glass above.

As I passed by, I listened carefully to the sound behind the wooden door, and the inside was silent without a single sound.

I walked through the corridor with trepidation and finally arrived at the first floor reading room. The huge reading room was empty and silent everywhere, as if even a needle could be heard.

The location where Shen Hao placed the box was located on the third floor reading room. I didn’t stop on the first floor too much. After finding the stairwell, I went all the way up.

I walked up the stairs and passed the second floor reading room without stopping and continued to walk up.

One is that the wooden door in the reading room has been locked for some reason, and the second is that the tycoon is hiding the box is not inside, so there is no need for me to waste time here.

After passing through the second-floor reading room, I just raised my foot to the stairs leading to the third-floor reading room. At this moment, a faint and dull sound of footsteps suddenly came from the stairwell.

When I heard the sound, I immediately stopped and listened carefully to the movements around me, but the footsteps disappeared after I stopped and there was no sound.

At first I thought it was because of my nervousness that I had hallucinations, and I thought not to scare myself, but when I continued to step upstairs, the dull footsteps sounded again.

After listening carefully, I thought it was an echo of my own footsteps, but when I thought about it carefully, I was not the case at all.

My footsteps were crisp and powerful, but the footsteps heard in my ears were very dull.

It was like the sound of an old man trampling on the ground in cloth shoes, and most importantly, our pace was simply inconsistent.
Chapter completed!