A comic book, but a librarian

The middle-aged man standing at the back and looking a little timid raised his hand weakly. He didn't even see clearly what Uesugi Cheng had just done. In an instant, the old man fell down. Compared with the unimaginable skills of the little girl next to him, it was already acceptable. At least he could see clearly.

However, Uesugi Sumiko didn't care. He had no curiosity about the mess inside the Kamishiro family, just like Tai Sui Xingjun would not be curious about the fact that he was punished by the Daytime Foundry.

"The truth is not that important to me. By the way... do you have any Kyoto tourist maps or something? The main purpose of my visit this time is to travel, besides Tai Sui. Now that the first goal is accomplished, I hope to get your help with the second goal."

It was obvious that the middle-aged man did not expect such a response, but in the end he just smiled bitterly, gave a few instructions to the maid beside him, and then waved to the bodyguards who were still in the distance, signaling them to stop.

"Everyone, please come and sit down with me. I will tell you the truth of the matter, and your request will naturally be met. If you are not interested in this matter, someone will bring you a map in a moment."

Uesugi Cheng nodded, then looked at the old man lying on the ground next to him, and finally just shook his head gently.

"Old man, stop pretending to be dead. You can't faint from my punch. I have one more piece of advice for you... People like you will probably be crushed by a bigger disaster before being retaliated by those dead. So you don't have to worry about the backlash from those dead."

"asshole!!!"

Kamishiro Sogenki's beard was standing on end and he kept coughing. He wanted to get up and say something, but in the end he could only lie on the ground and struggle.

……

"Mr. Amami, weren't we going to collect Kamishiro Sogen? Why did you turn back?"

The maid pushed the wheelchair, and Nankoufang Tianhai, a monk who looked like he was about to die, shook his head.

"You're responsible for your own mistakes. We can't touch what that guy got into. Let's go."

He was ready to leave Kyoto without looking back. He recognized the aura of the Kamishiro family, so he left without looking back. The monster lurking in Tokyo had come to Kyoto at some point, and he didn't want to be swallowed.

485

Chapter 485: Sketching in Kyoto.

"They all say Kyoto is a tourist destination, but to be honest, there are too many people and it's not very suitable for tourism, right?"

Uesugi Cheng was wearing a light sportswear and walking on the street with his big bag on his back. He touched his earphones and spoke to the person on the other end of the phone.

"So is there somewhere you want to go? Do you want me to buy you a ticket in advance or ask you to leave some space?"

Uesugi Nobuyuki was sitting in an office building in Tokyo and also touched his headphones.

"No, I'm just complaining. Let's go shopping today."

Uesugi Sumire shook his head and hung up the phone. In his hand there was a paper cup full of snacks. Uesugi Sumire mixed in with the crowd of tourists and seemed to be drowned in the sea of ​​people and disappeared. The people who had tried to follow him could only try to find him in a daze but to no avail.

"Abe Haruaki? Shouldn't you go back to your shrine and continue to be a dead person? Why are you here?"

Uesugi Cheng looked at the white-haired boy in front of him and stuffed the snack into his mouth speechlessly.

"When guests come from afar, we must treat them well. After all, you are here to travel in Kyoto. Why don't you let me be your tour guide? It's better than wandering around Kyoto alone, right?"

Abe Haruaki still squinted his eyes and his thoughts could not be seen, but his tone was very sincere, and it seemed that he really just wanted to be a tour guide.

"I understand. Ye Xiao and the others will be leaving soon so you can ignore it, but I will still be staying here for a while, so you have to be on guard, right?"

Uesugi Sumire immediately exposed Abe Haruaki's true intention, but Haruaki did not feel the slightest bit of shame or embarrassment. Instead, he nodded seriously.

"After all, with your ability, everything you want to do is easy."

"Then lead the way. How about taking me to a place suitable for sketching?"

Uesugi Sumire didn't care about Abe Haruaki's thoughts and really treated him as a tour guide.

"Please follow me. By the way... Sir, how much do you know about the body snatcher?"

Abe Haruaki brought up this topic as if it were just a casual conversation.

"Oh, I've seen one, but Xiao Ye Xiao was playing the long game so I ignored him. What's so scary about a group of rats that can only steal other people's bodies to survive? They don't even want to use their own bodies but use other people's. In my opinion, they are either extremely inexperienced or extremely lazy. Obviously, I think they are the former."

Uesugi Sumire's response was the same as always. Abe Haruaki was indeed a genuine old Kyoto native, or it could be said that he finally got to know this place well after his death. Not only was the scenery along the way nice, but there were also fewer people.

"They once tried to intervene in the Tai Sui War, but were stopped by your assistant and me."

When Abe Haruaki mentioned them, his face obviously turned cold for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal.

"If you find anything, please show no mercy. These guys... should not exist in this world."

"I'll try my best. But you, what do you think of urban legends?"

The man and the ghost chatted in this way. Abe Haruaki was amazed at the creativity of modern people on these topics. Evil spirits and monsters created based on urban legends and legends were not uncommon in their time, but to be honest, after adding the element of "Internet", the forms of these monsters have exceeded Abe Haruaki's imagination.

"Sir, what do you think of this place? At least I think it's definitely worth seeing as a sketching scene, but are you actually a painter?"

Uesugi Sumire stood still. The location recommended by Abe Haruaki was indeed very good. Compared with the crowded shrines or popular tourist attractions, this kind of scenery with few people was the most suitable for sketching.

"Yes, part of my power is related to color."

Abe Haruaki tensed his non-existent muscles in an instant, and all things and colors instantly distorted and faded, as if the world was left with only pure white and black lines.

At this moment, there was only indifference in Uesugi Sumire's eyes, as if he was a god overlooking the world. The next second, color returned to Abe Haruaki's vision, but the scenery in front of him had obviously changed.

"How do you feel about it? A little use, this color is not bad, right?"

"To be honest, it's a bit scary, but it's really beautiful. What kind of technique is this? I've never heard of it before."

Abe Haruaki forced a smile, casually taking away the colors and returning them again. He was so sure that even some gods might not be able to do this.

"Don't tell anyone else. Do you want to stay and watch me paint?"

When Uesugi Sumire put down the big bag and actually took out a portable drawing board and white paper from it, Abe Haruaki knew that he should really leave, as the other party had obviously ordered him to leave.

"No, I hope you can draw something that satisfies you."

Abe Haruaki left, and before he left, he left behind a few spells to prevent some unsuspecting tourists from coming in and causing trouble.

"I haven't done much physical scene painting before... This is a new attempt."

Uesugi Sumiko's previous landscape paintings were all scenery in his mind, or simply scenery in his imagination. This can almost be said to be the first time he started painting based on real scenery.

"Be restrained...be careful to bring out the sense of 'reality' rather than letting your feelings run wild."

The paint fell on the drawing paper, and the whole area was so quiet that only the sound of the wind could be heard. All the noisy voices seemed to gradually fade away.

"By the way, let's think about what the next story will look like."

……

"Is Uesugi still in Kyoto? What on earth happened in that damn place?"

Hikigaya Hachiman looked out the window; he could even clearly feel the fluctuations in Kyoto's spiritual energy. He could only say that the aftermath of that devastating battle was indeed very consistent with what Uesugi Sumiya said at the time: 'I might die'. After all, if it were him in that situation, he probably wouldn't even have needed to write a suicide note.

"And these drug dealers... damn bastards."

He looked at the paper in his hand which was covered with densely written words and felt a headache. It was obvious that the other party had sensed something and escaped from the search circle by almost breaking his arm.

He rubbed his eyebrows. Perhaps because he was overworked, he now felt clearly tired, and the tiredness even penetrated deep into his soul.

"Hey, hey, hey, have you heard about it recently? That very interesting rumor..."

He vaguely heard the conversations of his female classmates, but he no longer had the heart to pay attention to them.

486

Chapter 486: Restarting the renovation work.

"In general, it's over in stages. We can hardly see anyone selling drugs anymore. They are more cautious than we thought. We can't catch them, so we can only clean up the parts that are exposed..."

Hayasaka Ai was talking to the person on the other end of the phone as if she was reporting on her work. She was still wearing a maid outfit. While Kaguya Shinomiya was taking a shower, she called Uesugi Sumire to report. After all, it was not good for Miss Shinomiya to know about this kind of thing.

"This is the first time I've seen humans use the remains of their own kind to make medicine... They really deserve to die. If you have any more clues, please let us know. The Hayasaka family will treat it with the highest standards of importance."

Hayasaka Ai felt a little nauseous when talking about this matter. She only saw the report after the incident, and that alone was enough to make her feel nauseous. The production of this medicine is mixed with... bone powder made from human bones. In a sense, this material can even be said to be cheap.

The bone powder made from the bones of the psychic, she didn't dare to think about where this raw material came from, where their tools, equipment and formula came from. Of course, the investigation into this matter will continue, but since the other party is already alert, they probably won't be able to gain anything valuable.

"It's really a mystery. They actually asked you to read the report..."

Uesugi Sumi on the other end of the phone was speechless. Hayasaka Ai was only a high school student, but the Hayasaka family actually let her read a report on such things. He always felt that these wealthy families should have a few more psychologists at home. They weren't afraid that their juniors would have some mental problems when they did such things to them every day.

"You are the one who took the lead in this matter. Aren't you the same age as me? I won't say any more. That's it. Miss is about to finish her bath. I'll hang up now."

Hayasaka Ai hung up the phone, and then she felt a little dizzy when listening to Shinomiya Kaguya's voice. However, she had to say that compared with what happened with Uesugi Sumire, the eldest lady's requests became more amiable.

"I'm just a high school student, why should I bear all these things..."

Hayasaka Ai sighed, then patted her face and immediately responded to Kaguya.

……

"Ah, the view at night is nice too, but Kyoto seems to be a little quieter than I thought recently, and those weird guys won't show up anymore."

Uesugi Cheng sat in a separate box, looking at the barbecue in front of him and talking to the empty seat.

"It's probably because of the little girl's formation. She seems to have made Tai Sui bear the curse of the entire land alone. So it seems to be much quieter during this period of time. Are you going to look for something, sir?"

Himegami Sakura suddenly appeared opposite the seat and started grilling the meat like a skilled waiter.

"Well, it's indeed a fantastic idea, but the effect is very sufficient. It's surprising that people who change careers lately do not lack imagination. Is there any place you want to go?"

Uesugi Cheng laughed as he watched the petite Kishimogoddess wolfing down the food. He was not very hungry, so almost all of the meat that Himegami Sakura grilled went into Kishimogoddess's mouth. After all, Hua Ling did not like to eat ordinary food and Himegami Sakura did not have the ability to eat, or in other words, she could not taste the food.

"Bookstore? But it seems that the bookstores in Kyoto are no different from those in Tokyo. Or the stores that sell films and discs? I've watched all the discs at home. Next time I'm going to buy a TV channel membership."

Himegami Sakura thought seriously, after all, she usually relied on these things to pass the time.

"It's okay, I'll just go check it out later, I'll be back in Tokyo in two days..."

Uesugi Cheng filled his stomach and then slowly walked out of his box.

"Why are you standing here? Is there anything interesting outside?"

Uesugi Cheng asked casually, and the receptionist nodded.

"Because this place is often used as a filming location, you can often see celebrities appearing nearby. It seems like there was a filming going on today... so they are clearing the area."

Uesugi Cheng looked at the moon already hanging in the sky, and felt that it was not so easy for this group of people, as they had to come out to take pictures so late at night.

"Now that the matter has come to an end, I should resume my duties as an administrator... But there are traces of the 'Non-Snake' right above us. This is quite troublesome. We can't take the risk of betting that they have left."

Uesugi Cheng sighed, bypassed the filming location, returned to his villa, and turned his attention back to the interior of the Silent Bookstore. Although most of the functions of the bookstore have been restarted, it still cannot be considered "completed", so he still has to continue looking for assistants and materials to repair the remaining area, the area where the fire burned the most violently and made people most disturbed.

[Worm-eaten Hall]: This space clearly has traces of worms - "snakes that are not snakes". They may have left... but we can't take the chance. It's not easy to expel worms from a building, and it's even harder to expel them from a human body. (Repair Required: 11 Casting or 11 Winter or 11 Moth)

Of course, if you don’t go to the hall but look directly upstairs, it doesn’t seem so dangerous, but the level of trouble is no less than that in the hall.

[Scorched Staff Room]: This room is similar to the courtyard downstairs - charred bones, blackened walls, and furniture half-destroyed by the flames. But most of the room has been preserved intact. (Repair Required: 11 Hearts or 11 Cups)

"The paints you requested are almost ready... but you still need to fine-tune them according to your needs. We can only prepare the paints for you."

The painting spirit sat in Uesugi Cheng's arms. Its soft and fluffy orange hair made Uesugi Cheng's nose itchy. He himself didn't know why the hair of a painting spirit felt so much like human hair.

"Okay, I get it... I should concentrate on painting in the studio tomorrow, and give them a day off as well. There's no rush to recast the Ys Bell."

Hua Ling nodded. They had indeed been working overtime endlessly these past few days. After all, the failure rate of the Ys Bell that came out of their hands was as high as 40%. This number was a little difficult for her, a little Hua Ling who had been smooth sailing since her birth, to accept.

"That's it for tonight. I'll read for a while and then I should go to bed."

Uesugi Cheng returned to his room and opened the book "Radical Action" which was on top.

487

Chapter 487 The mountains awaken.

"Radical Initiative": A manifesto for experimental and alarmist prayer poetry, written by Dr. Allen Depp in the 10th century. It is known for its confusing and illogical writing, and was obviously written in a hurry. (Reading Required: Quotes)

To be fair, Uesugi Cheng originally thought that if something a person wrote could become a book, it should at least be readable and easy to understand. As for what secrets are hidden in the deeper content, it depends on the tacit understanding between the reader and the author and whether the reader has the ability to understand the author. However, this book left a deep impression on Uesugi Cheng.

"Who wrote this book? Why do I feel like I don't understand anything?"

Uesugi Cheng frowned but finally cursed. Uesugi Cheng remembered that Alan Tuapi seemed to have appeared in the visitor list. He seemed to be an immortal who liked to tell riddles.

"Oh, forget it... Immortal, probably he was not in a good mental state when he wrote it."

As soon as Uesugi Cheng thought that the other party was an immortal, and seemed to be a nobleman, he was instantly relieved. Some immortals have had poor brains for a long time, and it was not a big deal if the books they wrote were a little strange and difficult to understand. At least he still understood them.

"As the compass rose blooms,"

Dr. Desquamation explains, "A certain kind of long-lasting memory also opens up on the horizon. It is a way of expressing something that cannot be expressed in any other way, and the best way to record it is to close your eyes."

Uesugi Cheng naturally knew that the so-called "compass rose" referred to the [lead] phase, but this was a special memory.

【灵躯】（2引）＋【闰识:终焉之悟】（回忆，5引）＋【阙前格律Lv.3】（3引）=10引。

A long-lost memory blossomed in his heart, as if it was a complete transformation of his own memory, the blossoming and blooming memory had a more powerful and strange form.