Conan’s World Stand-in

My name is Shuji Tsugawa, 57 years old, unmarried. He is, was, and should be the director of the Rice Flower Library in the future. He has been in this position for more than 20 years.

Although it may not be as good as a professional writer or university professor in some professional research fields, if it is only about the taste of "books" and the recommendation of some books to different types of people according to their preferences, I am afraid there is not much People know better than me.

In the general sense of reading books, it only describes people's extensive coverage, and these "well-readers" read books that can be called "good books". But I am different. As a librarian, I need to read good books, and then put them on the shelf and recommend them to those who want to read them; those junk books, waste books, and those that have no meaning other than wasting paper. Stuff to be read and placed on the shelf with other books.

I like the feeling of reading very much, no matter what kind of book it is, even if it is children's teaching aids or housewife life tips, or the latest achievements in cosmic physics or a tome dictionary, as long as it is a book, I like it very much. Because I feel like when I read, I am talking to the author, the editor, and even the characters in the book.

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It's just that the number of really "good books" is getting smaller and smaller, and the freshness of reading a new book for the first time, the kind of dialogue with the author, and the feeling of comprehending the life of the characters in the book are also getting less and less.

Instead, there are some bad books, the writing and logic are messed up, the narrative content is reversed, and some books even have completely opposite content on both sides of a sheet of paper, and there is no sincerity of the author and editor at all!

Then there are those idols and celebrities. If you don't have culture, don't learn to write books. All you can sell is your own face! All I see from your books are empty brains and dirty skins...Unfortunately, as I have been a curator for longer and longer, the stock of this kind of thing has become more and more, more and more popular.

Although I often persuade those young people, and those who are not young people, that telling them not to read these books is good and not helpful. However, not many people are willing to listen. Also, few people like someone to dictate their reading preferences.

So, all I can do is show up at the right time when those who are still alive approach the library, and when they don't know what book to look for, and hand them a good book. This is the best effort I can do, but unfortunately, although many people accept my recommendation on the surface, they still choose some bad books later, so I have no other choice but to help.

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By chance, I came into contact with contraband, which is white powder. After I finished smoking, I went to read. The feeling of indulging in hallucinations and talking with the people in the book and the people behind the book made me addicted to the point of addiction. However, that thing is very expensive, and the threshold is getting higher and higher every time I use it, and the required dose is getting bigger and bigger.

So I took on assignments from them as an agent to help them sell things out of which I could make a profit, as well as cheaper white powder.

As for this thing being harmful... Of course I know, but in my opinion, they're all going to be poisoned anyway, there's no way to save them, instead of letting their minds be ruined by bad books, it's better to ruin their bodies... I'm doing bad things, doing It's wrong, I know, but I won't change it.

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Finally one day, I sold things all over Tokyo, but suddenly I lost interest like reading books, they can no longer satisfy me. So, I tried a dose that I had never tried before, a lethal dose, and if I died, I died, and there was nothing to linger on.

But I didn't die, I also gained magical powers! As long as it's been a day in this big book floating behind me, as long as the reader is interested in what's in the book, addicted to it, or actually "reading" it. This book has truly become a channel for me to communicate with that person. I can experience all the memories, feelings, abilities, life, and even soul of that person by "inhaling" this book.

What a heavenly treat it is! I immediately ditched the white powder, including the vending job. Anyway, I just started looking for real reading, and I started to concentrate on making new books, and then read them.

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From a kendo master, to a movie star, to the school beauties, he truly becomes a person in the book, and feels his life from life to death, from childhood to adulthood, no matter how noble or dirty, whether public or private, this is my life. The pursuit of "reading" ah!

However, I stopped selling the white powder and seemed to upset the crowd. They came here several times, and threatened me with a gun, asking me to quickly sell the last batch of powder and hand over the money... But those things have already been burned by me, what am I selling?

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In desperation, I had to kill the first one first, then rush to make a batch of stipulations and **** them all in. But these guys are really disgusting to read. There is no point in eating, drinking and indulging desires, and they don't give me the pleasure of reading at all.

Moreover, it cost me a chance to get a "good book". That young student looks even more like Zhou Zheng than the previous idol star, and his life experience must be very interesting... Next time, we must make him into a book to read!

So, these things were thrown away in a cabinet by me. However, in order to prevent anyone from opening these things without a long eye, I also made a special mechanism... Hehe, wood books are also books.

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Ah, it seems that someone has hit the trap, I'll go check it out...

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"Hey! Are you awake? If you wake up, give a response! Damn, if it still doesn't work, this time it's harder!"

Guan Dounan suddenly regained consciousness, and the first sentence he heard was Gao Chengyan Er's anxious cry ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and he seemed to be holding something to slap his face.

"What?"

Guan Dounan raised his hand to block it, looking at Gao Chengyan Er, who greeted him on his face like a brick, shook his head, and sorted out what suddenly appeared in his mind, like a memoir written by someone. the same thing.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

He noticed that the position he was in now seemed to be no longer the original fifth reading room, but the interior of an ambulance.

"You were in a coma for 23 minutes and 45 seconds. The vital signs were stable, like falling asleep, but you couldn't wake up." Apache glanced at his watch, "We tried to put that notebook on you before. Press it several times on the face, and just want to increase the pressure, you wake up."

"I probably understand that this notebook may be the curator's stand-in, the remnants of that book." Guan Dounan rubbed his face and touched the notebook marks left on his face, "Anyway, I don't know what it is. The principle may be my stand-in's expertise in the intelligence department, to a certain extent, I 'see' the life of the librarian from this notebook, although it is not complete, but I see a lot of useful things."