Chapter 1
"Which one?" Liu Lan walked over and looked in the direction Jiang Qi pointed, accurately locking onto "Mask Club".
"This is the exclusive I just mentioned." Liu Lan took the book off the shelf and placed it in front of Jiang Qi.
Jiang Qi picked up the box, opened it, and counted. There were six character books, a host manual, and two stacks of clue cards.
Jiang Qi flipped through two pages of the character book on the top. The paper quality was good and the feel was good, with a unique smell of ink that comes with a new book. But the cover was a bit ugly. On the almost pure black cover was a silhouette of a man, with nine large Song-style characters next to the silhouette: A taciturn black-haired man.
Jiang Qi then flipped through the pages. The covers of each book were similar, with blurry silhouettes on them, some from the front and some from the side. The host manual had silhouettes of six people together, each wearing a mask, like a group photo.
"This is an emotional book." Liu Lan said.
"Emotional book?" Jiang Qi picked up the box and looked at it again. The dark cover didn't look like a love book at all. "Why did my sister buy an emotional book? Last night she complained to me that emotional books were just meetings for lickers, and she said she would never buy an emotional book."
As a result, an exclusive emotional book is now in front of him.
Haha, dear sister.
"Sister Bing said that this copy was free and that it was a promotional trial. I don't know the details." Liu Lan pointed to the "release" column on the box and said, "It should be an exclusive copy from a new publishing studio. I couldn't find this studio when I searched online."
"But the quality of the book is okay. Jiang Qi, if you have time now, you can take a look at it. I'll need your help in performing it later."
"Thank goodness for you. The interpretation of this book must have a man. If the interpretation is removed, the book will be meaningless."
Jiang Qi looked in the direction Liu Lan pointed. The publisher and author's names were crowded in the corner, with the characters so small that it seemed as if they were afraid of being seen.
Produced by Card Game Studio.
Written by Mr. X.
The name doesn't look like a serious studio.
Jiang Qi had no interest in reading the books, and the system had not yet prompted him to activate the store. Based on his years of experience, the way to activate a store was to walk around the store.
I haven't been to the second floor yet.
"Are all the rooms upstairs open book rooms?" Jiang Qi asked.
Liu Lan nodded: "Yes, there are five book rooms, and the toilet is also upstairs. I will take you upstairs."
"No need." Jiang Qi stopped Liu Lan, "I can go and take a look myself."
After saying that, Jiang Qi went upstairs.
After Jiang Qi went upstairs, he found that the second floor was much larger than the first floor. Judging from the visual estimation, the two floors together might be nearly 400 square meters. There were seven rooms on the second floor, one Japanese-style room, one European-style room, two modern rooms, one ancient-style room, a utility room and a dressing room.
After Jiang Qi finished checking out all the toilets around the corner, the script-killing shop on the system panel became open for business.
There is no other new stuff.
Jiang Qi returned to the first floor. Liu Lan was sitting at the front desk and chatting with a friend on voice. It sounded like they were talking about some dragon and lion dance exam. Jiang Qi was confused.
Liu Lan was talking excitedly, and Jiang Qi didn't want to disturb her, so he simply took the box and sat on the sofa to read.
Jiang Qi picked up the first book and carefully looked at the silhouette on the cover.
A silent, dark-haired man.
Jiang Qi turned to the first page.
'Your name is John, and you are from country Y.
You have lived in a deformed family since you were a child, with a crazy mother, a weird father, and brothers and sisters who are much older than you. Such a family has made you have the taciturn personality you have today.
Almost every morning when you were a child, it was not the alarm clock beside the bed that woke you up, but your mother's shrill scream and broken cry.'
In a trance, Jiang Qi seemed to hear a sharp female voice.
“Fuck off! You son of bity house, I don't wanna fug see you again!”
The loud roars, the rude slamming of the door, and the low crying startled Jiang Qi so much that he looked up suddenly. He found that there was no one around him. The shop door was closed as before, and Liu Lan was staring at his cell phone without saying a word.
"Lanlan, did you hear any sound?" Jiang Qi asked loudly.
"No sound?" Liu Lan was a little confused. "No sound. Did I disturb you by sending you a voice message just now? Sorry."
No sound?
Jiang Qi lowered his head to look at the book again. Could it be that he was too engrossed in reading it?
Not really.
Jiang Qi scratched his head and then looked down.
'There were almost no intact utensils in the house, and no glass or ceramics could be kept intact for two days. Your mother was only responsible for hysterically smashing everything she could see every day, and then leaving the debris for you to clean up.
All you can do is say hello to your mother every morning in your messy home and go to the kitchen alone to find edible food.
You have three older brothers and sisters, and they all fled from this twisted family. Only the eldest sister, Sunny, would come back occasionally, and then be scolded and kicked out of the house by her mother.
You have no way of knowing how this divorced couple who hated each other once loved each other, and you can't imagine that your mother was a well-known beauty from the poor when she was young. Almost every day you can hear your drunk mother loudly cursing your father, cursing him for ruining her life, cursing him for being a liar and a rogue.
She always sat on the ground looking haggard, with her hair that had lost its luster and looked like a bunch of dead grass. She hammered the walls that were full of holes and stains and no longer white in an image-less manner, allowing herself to be covered with ketchup and mayonnaise. From time to time, she let out sharp screams, which attracted the neighbors' scolding.
Crazy woman Lola, that's what everyone calls her.
Compared to your mother, who is mentally unstable, a chronic alcoholic, and can only survive on government relief and child support paid by your father, your father is barely a normal person.
His financial situation was not very good, and he often failed to pay child support on time. Whenever your father failed to pay child support, your mother would run to his house and yell, and every time the neighbors would call the police before she gave up, and then she would throw you to your father like garbage until he paid child support.
You feel like a piece of rag. You can use it when needed and throw it away when not needed. No one will pick it up anyway, so you can just pick it up again when you need it.
You have long been accustomed to this kind of life, in fact, you prefer to live with your father. Although you think he doesn't like you, he is at least a normal person, and occasionally he is willing to play the role of a father, so that you can feel the parent-child relationship of a normal family.
The neighborhood where your father lives is a well-known wealthy neighborhood in the local area. It is completely different from your home. The environment is beautiful, the streets are spotlessly clean, each house is carefully painted, and the gardens are planted with carefully cultivated plants. There are even police patrols at night. There is no crying or shouting in this neighborhood, there are no suspicious syringes in the corners, and there are no empty bottles thrown away on the road. It is the place you dreamed of living most in your childhood.
It's just that your father's house doesn't fit in with this neighborhood. He's like a homeless person who accidentally strayed into this place and doesn't want to leave. He lives in a narrow hut of only 30 square meters, and even has to go to the free public toilet two blocks away to go to the toilet.
Tomato Novel
In order to live here, your father had to get up early and work late every day to sweep the ground of the entire neighborhood. He could obviously choose an easier job, but only this job allowed him to live in this neighborhood. To this day, you still don’t understand why your father is so stubborn to live in the rich neighborhood. He just lives here, without a big house facing south, no garden, or even a kitchen or toilet. He can only live in a small house that is comparable to a garbage dump and eat cheap convenience food every day.
You think your father might like the environment here as much as you do.'
Jiang Qi: ...
What the hell is it that I like the environment here?
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