Why is my anime art style so weird?

Perhaps for this reason, the reading room is not equipped with fluorescent lights, but only two dim yellow lights hanging down from above.

Fujiwara Chika took a few steps, then realized something was wrong and immediately turned back.

But when she got to the door, she found it was locked.

"Oh right, the cell phone."

Fujiwara Chika's eyes suddenly lit up, and she immediately pulled her phone out of her pocket.

however……

Beep!

Low battery!

"what!!"

Fujiwara Chika suddenly grabbed her head with both hands and screamed.

After a long while, she slowly sat down and began to sob with tears in her eyes.

"Today was such a bad day."

It turns out that bad luck can be continuous.

Glug~~!

Before the problem here could be resolved, her stomach started protesting again.

"Unfortunate!"

Time passed by, second by second.

Fujiwara Chika sat on the ground, hugging her knees with her arms, her eyes warily fixed on what lay ahead.

Before I knew it, the sun had set, and the reading room had become even darker.

The pattering raindrops fell on the glass, making a series of tapping sounds, as if someone was knocking on the window from outside.

The dull echo reverberated in the empty, dark reading room, sounding particularly eerie.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the sound of papers turning came from deep within the reading room.

"who!?"

Fujiwara Chika immediately raised her head alertly and cautiously looked in the direction from which the sound came.

It was pitch black there, and the bookshelves cast slanted, hazy shadows, as if something was hidden inside.

Glug~!

Fujiwara Chika couldn't help but swallow.

Is anyone there?

She asked cautiously, her voice trembling slightly.

No one answered.

After hesitating for a long time, Fujiwara Chika slowly stood up and began to grope her way towards that direction.

This viewing room is so big, what if someone else comes in from another entrance? Wouldn't she miss her last chance if she just stayed here?

The ancient books on the rows of bookshelves exude a sense of history—a musty smell.

Fujiwara Chika carefully moved through them.

Those rows of tall bookshelves always made her feel like something was hiding behind them, ready to jump out when she walked over.

In the darkness, only the sound of her footsteps echoed in the empty reading room.

Gradually, she moved away from the two chandeliers, and the surrounding light became dimmer.

Is anyone there?

Fujiwara Chika couldn't help but call out again.

Still, no one answered.

call!

A cold wind blew in from somewhere, and Fujiwara Chika shivered, instinctively hugging her chest with her arms.

This unconscious action instantly made her look even more unattractive.

However, she herself was unaware of how alluring she was at that moment.

As she continued walking, Fujiwara Chika's eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness.

However, the style of the bookshelves on both sides remained unchanged, and she even had the illusion that she was standing still.

Feeling momentarily disoriented, Fujiwara Chika suddenly sensed a strange gaze appearing out of nowhere and landing on her.

Is anyone home?

Fujiwara Chika asked again.

The surroundings remained silent.

However, Fujiwara Chika inexplicably felt a chill creep up from the soles of her feet.

The gaze in the darkness seemed to grow clearer, like tiny thorns gently pricking her skin.

She stopped and looked around.

The long corridor and tall bookshelves seemed unchanged.

Fujiwara Chika was already regretting venturing into the depths where the light couldn't reach.

The feeling of being spied on lingers.

Between the bookshelves, between the books, behind the bookshelves... it was as if countless gazes were shooting at her from the gaps around her.

Chapter 191 A Mysterious Showa-Style Girl

Fujiwara Chika turned around, preparing to retreat.

Whoosh!

Just then, a voice came from behind the bookshelf next to them.

Fujiwara Chika subconsciously turned her head to look.

A pair of eyes were staring intently at her through the gap between the books and the partition.

Fear suddenly broke through Fujiwara Chika's limit of endurance.

"Ahhh!!!"

She screamed...

Inside the ancient books and archives room, Xu Ming picked up his phone and checked the time.

"That's about enough, we should get going."

Shirogane Miyuki nodded, closed the documents in front of him, and then pounded his aching neck with his hand.

They didn't find much useful information.

Only some newspapers from that time recorded some of the events that occurred during that period.

However, the newspapers focused primarily on the Chinese community who were killed or injured in the fire and the accident.

The opera house and the opera company behind it, however, are rarely visited.

That's true. That opera troupe was only famous in Tokyo at the time, a kind of internet celebrity of that era, but it didn't leave a significant mark on history.

Moreover, given that it involved a bizarre and deadly curse, people at the time were afraid of bringing bad luck upon themselves, making it even more difficult for anyone to mention it.

In the end, all that was found was the specific address of the opera house ruins and the owner's name—Charles.

Mr. Ogura was already preparing to kick them out that evening, but after seeing the documents in Xu Ming's hand and the introduction from the old man Yoshiya, and after the two said a lot of nice things, he finally agreed to let them stay there that night.

Before I knew it, it was already 10 p.m.

The two stood up, walked out of the ancient books and archives room, and were about to take the elevator to storage room number 4 on the basement floor.

A scream suddenly came from afar.

What are you up to in the middle of the night?

Xu Ming looked in the direction from which the sound came from, only to see Shirogane Yukiyuki first pause in surprise, and then his expression changed drastically in an instant.

"Hmm? Someone you know?"

Shirogane Miyuki answered eagerly.

"That's Secretary Fujiwara's voice! What's she doing here?"

"Let's go! Let's go take a look."

Xu Ming's smile faded, and his expression turned serious.

He vaguely sensed that something strange had changed in the library after nightfall.

The entire library seemed to grow increasingly cold and gloomy, as if something that had been sleeping was awakening from the darkness.

Soon the two arrived outside the 'Second Reading Room' from which the sound was coming from.

"The door is locked! What should I do?"

Miyuki Shirogane pushed hard on the reading room door, but found it wouldn't budge.

Xu Ming pondered for a moment and then immediately said:

"You wait here, I'll go to the duty room to find the key. If you need anything, just shout!"

Xu Ming thought for a moment, then summoned the little piglet again before leaving, instructing it to secretly protect Bai Yin Yuxing. He then quickly turned and ran towards the nearby duty room.

Shirogane Miyuki futilely pushed and pounded on the gate.

However, the tightly locked door kept making clanging noises, but it just wouldn't open.

"Fujiwara-san, are you inside?"

Shirogane Miyuki pounded on the door.