[247 – Bookstore that doesn’t exist]

Rachel’s eyes were fixed on the bookstore in the mirror, and her fingers gently turned the small knob on the spectacle frame.

Compared to just now, his actions seemed cautious and cautious.

The extremely fine button turns the device that is so complicated that ordinary people can’t understand it, and activates the function of this pair of glasses.

The dust is rolled back, the walls are mottled, the sun and the moon are replaced, the day and night are exchanged, the wind, frost, rain and snow are flowing between the eaves and bells of the bookstore, and everything is receding.

Yes, Rachel chose to go back only to the bookstore itself, not the owner of the bookstore who made him feel extremely dangerous.

Although he was very interested in this mysterious figure who suddenly appeared and the mysterious and mysterious collection of books in this bookstore, he would not do the unwise act of curiosity that killed the cat.

Probing directly into an existence of unknown mystery is an extremely dangerous thing, and a little carelessness can have terrible consequences.

Even though he has become a god-level, Rachel still knows the truth that arrogance should not lead to stupidity.

The more you know, the more you realize your own insignificance.

Curiosity is a necessary quality for scholars, and so is restraint.

He can use this pair of glasses called “witnesses” to retrace the history and past of a certain fixed object or a person, but he will not try to attack the existence of the same level. Remember the URL m.xswang. com

Covert prying into the past of others, whatever the purpose, is a great offense.

Once discovered, both sides can basically fast-forward to immortality.

Therefore, Rachel chose to go back through the building of the “bookstore”. While avoiding direct contact, he used the “witness” closest to the owner of the bookstore to make side observations.

Maybe we can find some clues…

With this thought in mind, Rachel stared at the gradually changing bookstore in the picture.

The original prototype of the “witness” was the scholar’s spell identification and trace backtracking. He combined various identification methods and organized them to form this device.

Through the development trajectory of the current thing at the moment, the state of the previous moment is reversed, and the process is continuously cycled, and finally a shadow of the “past” can be obtained.

Therefore, not only the backtracking of the thing itself, but also the relevant specific situation at that time can be obtained.

The scale moves slowly.

Time flows back, an hour, a day, a month…

In the beginning, there was nothing out of the ordinary. The bookstore with subtle changes in the light and shadow was completely ordinary.

But still from the cracks in time, we can see some things that have happened.

Rachel saw the repair of the leak on the door of the bookstore. From the traces above, he saw the failure of the pursuit, the blood spattered by a dark elf, and a one-sided crushing.

“Gabriel’s breath… That false god from the Church of the Dome is really miserable.”

Rachel naturally knew the final fate of his companion, but he didn’t expect that even the god-killing beast he “abducted” back then became someone else’s pet.

He then saw the constantly changing decorations in the bookstore, the traces left by different guests… People from all kinds of different forces, please sing and I will appear, it seems that the entire supernatural power of Nuojin is centered on the bookstore. generally.

Rachel narrowed her eyes.

In this era when these old guys are hiding in the dark, the bookstore is like a dazzling sun, attracting other fireflies and excavating their potential.

“This bookstore owner has a lot of plans… It seems that it is not only the forces that want to control and subvert Nuo Jin, but even those other races, he has not let go.”

“What is his purpose?”

“Judging from the current signs, there is a hint of intentionally going against the road of the Fire Sword. Could it be that he wants to prevent us from exploring the depths of the dream?”

Rachel muttered to herself, then her eyes flashed: “No matter what he wants to do, my works will never be handed over to others… What a perfect creation, as long as I can get her, my path will definitely be Go further.”

“In Michael’s book, God created Adam from clay, and I imitated him to create human beings and perform miracles. In this way… I am God!”

There was a gleam of determination in his eyes, but the next moment, his eyes suddenly widened, showing a look of shock and even fear.

Through the glasses, the bookstore in sight is shrouded in a dark rainy night.

The violent storm slapped everything in the world, all the raindrops went upstream, and the ripples on the water surface gathered and gathered up. Inside the bookstore was a dim light, and outside the bookstore was a flood that became diffuse and shallow.

Just when the lightning pierced the sky and illuminated everything.

On the window on the wooden door of the bookstore, a vague black silhouette of a human figure was reflected.

Like someone’s shadow.

But there was no one outside the door, and there was… no one inside.

At this moment, the bookstore was empty, there was nothing, there were no books on the shelves, and there was no bookstore owner in front of the bookcase.

Just that weird, dark silhouette.

Intermittent voices reached Rachel’s ears through the rain where time and space intersected.

“Ah, it’s you, you’re here…”

Rachel stood up abruptly, with so much strength that she slammed the chair into powder.

His pupils shrank, and a chill spread from behind him. He felt as if he was in that rain. The air around him was cold and humid.

This voice… it was the owner of the bookstore!

And this sentence, this sentence seems to meet an acquaintance, it is said to him!

“No! Impossible!”

Rachel shook her head and stepped back, although she tried to calm down, she couldn’t hide the horror on her face.

This is obviously just a phantom of history, how is it possible, how is it possible to be talking to him? !

But…what about the bookstore owner?

why suddenly disappeared…

Rachel’s expression suddenly froze, he seemed to be out of control, staring at the silhouette on the window.

The voice of the bookstore owner continued: “You… are… looking for me… are… where?”

“He’s really talking to me! Could he…is this silhouette?!”

This terrifying fact made Rachel’s breathing stagnate, her heart tightened, and then she felt that the vision in front of her was like a blurry screen, and it suddenly flickered and blurred.

“Where are you?”

The bookstore owner’s question seemed to be whispering in his ear, so close that it was creepy, as if he could even feel his breath.

Rachel froze in place, seeing tremblingly.

The dark silhouette moved, it stretched out its hand, raised it, and pointed at him across the non-existent time and space.