Cheng Shuang quickly put away the mirror. The temperature of the desk lamp was gradually rising. She touched the rotary knob, and it was already hot to the touch.
The lamp is also a public resource, so the little girl didn't dare to be careless. She stretched out the sleeves of her dance skirt, put a thin layer of cloth under her fingertips, and endured the heat to turn off the lamp.
'A Call from Time' was taken from the middle of the fourth row of the second shelf. She remembered the sound of her heels and the increasingly close breathing of the beast. She quickly squatted down, took off her shoes, and carried them to the bookshelf.
When she picked up the books, she noticed that on the left was a very thick book called "National Strange Tales" and on the right was "Children Protected by Nature". But now, the book "Children Protected by Nature" could no longer be seen in its original position. It should be said that the entire row of books had been rearranged.
The bookshelf was nearly five meters long, with over a hundred books in each row...
Cheng Shuang's breath hitched, and she puffed out her cheeks in frustration, glaring at the row of books that were causing trouble and running around everywhere.
This is definitely another hurdle; the books must be returned to their original places.
Is it a test of memory?
The little girl immediately closed her eyes, trying to recall the fleeting memories. However, aside from a few books next to "A Call from Time," she had no recollection of the others.
Cheng Shuang pouted in frustration. She had been too careless. Why hadn't she copied down all the book titles from that line?
There must be some place she overlooked.
The little girl didn't stay discouraged for long; she cheered up and carefully recalled the events.
By the way, the librarian should have a catalog that records the position of every book, as well as the filing and penalties in the notes; perhaps that contains the clues she needs.
She ran behind the counter again and stared blankly at the lock.
It's a vicious cycle.
Destroying the lock is considered vandalism; without destroying the lock, and without the key to open the cabinet, no clues can be found.
Cheng Shuang gripped the book tightly in her hand, helplessly slumped onto the counter, and began to doubt whether the clues she had gleaned from the class monitor's 'pupil reflection' were correct.
Don't trust her.
The warning on the note!
But she still believed it!
At that moment, the little girl felt extremely frustrated and began to lack self-confidence.
Did she really die because she didn't finish elementary school and lacked sufficient knowledge?
If Brother Du Jun were here, he would definitely do a great job!
After letting out two silent sighs, Cheng Shuang suddenly felt a chill on the back of her neck. She immediately jumped up and looked around in fear.
There was no one around, and the breathing of wild animals didn't reach her, but she always felt that a pair of eyes were watching her with ill intent from the shadows.
Cheng Shuang lowered her eyes, monitoring?
The mirror in the dance studio isn't for surveillance.
Now is not the time for self-reflection. If she can't get over this hurdle, she really won't be able to graduate from elementary school.
The little girl was rubbing the hardcover book in her hand when her fingertips suddenly touched something. She looked down and saw a small sticky note stuck on the back of the book in an inconspicuous place—A-2-0955.
That's the table of contents number for this book.
The library's bookshelves are divided into six sections, labeled A through F. Each section has six rows of bookshelves, with about five hundred books per row, totaling three thousand books per section, or more.
Cheng Shuang did a quick mental count: there were 500 books in the first row of Section A, about 600 in the first line of the second row, and so on, with the fourth row starting with the number nine.
'A Call from Time' is the book in the second row of Section A.
0975 represents its location.
Cheng Shuang patiently returned to the second row of bookshelves in Section A to begin verifying her idea.
Sure enough, among that row of messy books, if you randomly pick one out, the number on the back starts with A-2.
She quickly arranged the books according to their catalog numbers...
The left side of "A Call from Time" is "Records of National Disorders," but the right side is not "Children Protected by Nature."
'Children Protected by Nature' was surprisingly placed among the last few books on the list.
All my train of thought was disrupted.
Cheng Shuang plopped down on the ground, wiping the sweat from her brow, but her ears keenly picked up on something unusual.
The door was creaking.
She took a deep breath, immediately stood up, and peered out from behind the bookshelf.
The library door had been pushed open a crack, and through the gap, a blood-red beastly eye was silently peering inside.
Cheng Shuang quickly pulled her head back and leaned against the bookshelf. With a serious expression, she hugged the teddy bear and assigned the sullen monster to guard the bookshelf and notify her immediately if any unexpected situation arose.
Time is really running out.
The door is currently just a crack, but it won't be long before it opens wide to the monsters outside.
The bear cubs can really tough it out.
But if you take the fight, you'll be violating the library's rules, disrupting its peace, and there's even a chance you might accidentally damage the fragile books in the process.
The chances of breaking through the encirclement before the punishment comes down are almost zero.
Moreover, even if they manage to escape, there's no guarantee they won't fall into another trap.
Solving the mystery of the locked room on my own will at least prevent me from easily angering the ghosts, right?
The little girl took a deep breath, rubbed her face against the teddy bear's furry cheek, and quickly flipped through 'The Call of Time' again, not even missing the preface on the title page. Finally, her eyes lit up when she fixed her gaze on the serial number on the back cover.
She seems to have figured out the pattern.
He quickly opened the book.
Cheng Shuang took out paper and pen and quickly copied down all the historical dates inside.
The first instance appears in 934 AD, when Hongzhi Academy was established. It suffered a man-made disaster in 1033 AD and was rebuilt 20 years later at the request of students from all over the country. Following this line of events, we indeed see 975 AD, which is located in the middle of the list.
The little girl suddenly slapped her forehead. She should go to the fourth row of section A-1 or A-3 and check the book catalog numbers. If the order was the same, it would be faster than blindly searching for clues.
Although she had found a clue, Cheng Shuang was afraid that she had wasted her time again after her previous failure. To verify, she went to section A-1, reached down and randomly picked a book from the fourth row. Hmm, she couldn't pull it out...
They are like phantoms frozen in time, always missing their mark whenever your fingertips brush past them.
It turns out that the library's third rule, "Try not to borrow more than three books at a time...", really meant exactly what it said. Because she hadn't returned the books, she couldn't "borrow" books from other shelves.
Cheng Shuang tried the books in the fourth row of section A-2, which were already in disarray. She could pull them out, but she couldn't open them.
The little girl simply stopped agonizing and quickly arranged them.
In the first hundred years after the founding of Hongzhi Academy, a continuous stream of outstanding figures emerged, inspiring the entire class of poor scholars. Gradually, they formed an unstoppable force in the imperial court, enough to rival the powerful clans, which led to the later reforms and chaos.
The lives of these individuals, both in their early and late stages, correspond perfectly to the table of contents number in the fourth line.
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