A comic book, but a librarian

"Hikigaya-san... I think you heard it, right?"

After the closing speech and score announcement, the acting executive chairman Yukinoshita Yukino took the initiative to stop Hikigaya Hachiman, who looked uneasy and a little confused.

"Are you talking about the performance? Maybe what I heard was similar to what you heard? Anyway, I can only say it was good."

Hikigaya Hachiman opened his eyes dead, he was not lying, he just changed the tone slightly. He did listen to the whole performance, the night wandering technique taught him how to protect himself in various situations, and he himself had a slightly different soul which allowed him to receive more things. If the music of the first four chapters was still within the scope of what ordinary people could understand, then the chorus of the last chapter was obviously completely mixed with things that should not appear in public.

"But I don't remember anything... My memory shouldn't be that bad. I felt it was wonderful, but I had to rely on a watch to figure out how long the performance took... What happened? Hikigaya Hachiman, I know there are some things in this world that ordinary people like me can't understand at all, so can you tell me if what I saw and heard today is related to that thing?"

Hikigaya Hachiman smacked his lips, thinking that he should not have let Yukinoshita Yukino know about this kind of thing when the disappearance case happened. Now he didn't know what to say.

"Maybe, but today's incident is almost the same as if nothing happened, isn't it? Just like when you watch a missing person case, isn't it almost as if nothing happened in the end?"

Hikigaya Hachiman's seemingly indifferent attitude made Yukinoshita Yukino more certain of her guess, but she also understood that it was time to stop here. It would be meaningless for an ordinary high school girl like her to explore further, and it might even bring some unexpected trouble to her sister.

So the conversation between the two ended here. Hikigaya Hachiman stretched lazily and looked at the crowd that was gradually dispersing and the school that had become deserted and only a part of the executive committee was left to clean up the venue. He could only sigh that Uesugi Sumire's move of waving his hand and running away was absolutely correct, because the person standing in front of him was ready to ask him to join the aftermath work.

As for Uesugi Sumiya, there were two people standing in front of him.

"Hey! What evil monster has possessed my dear brother? How can he possibly conduct the music? Get off him now! Otherwise I will!"

Uesugi Saki looked as if she was facing a great enemy, which made her brother and younger brother speechless.

"What do you want..."

"Uh...I won't bring you anything for the New Year!!"

"Oh."

"Ah? But aren't all the gifts for my brother prepared by me?"

Uesugi Shin's words instantly broke the atmosphere that Uesugi Saki had worked hard to create. She could only speak under the scrutinizing gaze of her brother Uesugi Cheng.

"Isn't that to check for my brother? After all, who knows if the things you gave him are suitable for him? What if you gave him something he shouldn't have?"

Uesugi Saki's smile was a little awkward, especially when Uesugi Shin smiled, put his hands on the steering wheel and stepped hard on the accelerator.

"Wait wait wait, we're going too fast!!! I can't handle it!"

Uesugi Saki has a weakness. Although she can drive, she will start to get carsick if the speed is too fast or the road is too bumpy.

"Well, let's go back there first. How about coming home this weekend?"

Uesugi Nobuyuki slowed down and turned to ask his younger brother.

"No problem. I'm only going to stay for two days anyway. Let me make it clear that I won't attend any meetings or anything like that."

"It's okay. Mainly because mom wanted to see you, but she was too embarrassed to go find you herself, so she asked me to bring you back to stay for two days. It just so happens that tomorrow is the weekend, so I can just send you back the day after tomorrow."

"But I have something else to do tomorrow... Never mind, I'll just go out by myself to Shimokitazawa then. It's true that I haven't seen her for a long time."

Uesugi Cheng remembered that he had an invitation from the Bond Band this weekend. Now he can proudly say that he is a musical person, and naturally he has the confidence to evaluate their performance.

"By the way, bro, do you know of any live houses that can rent instruments and practice rooms for a long period of time?"

Uesugi Cheng spoke. His question came a little suddenly, but Uesugi Shin seemed to be used to it.

"Oh, I'll look back at the place I went to originally. If it's not there, I'll just ask my friends. Let's not talk about this for now, let's go home first."

Just like that, Uesugi Cheng started his long-awaited journey home.

109

Chapter 109: I’m too lazy to come up with a name.

As I recall, the main residence of the Uesugi family is a large house slightly away from the city. Although it is remote, it is actually not difficult to get there. In Tokyo, where every inch of land is worth a lot of money, occupying a large piece of land as residential land is enough to illustrate the strength of this old noble family. Although in recent years some people have always said that the Uesugi family seems to have begun to decline, no one has ever been able to provide evidence until Uesugi Nobuyuki gradually took over the family affairs.

"The flowers here haven't been replaced yet. They are indeed beautiful when they bloom, but daily maintenance is too troublesome."

In front of the Japanese house is an English-style garden that looks a bit abrupt. God knows whether the designer at the time was crazy or someone smart enough to transform this place later. In short, it looks particularly strange to put these two unrelated styles together, but no one seems to have questioned it except Uesugi Cheng.

"Yes, recently when my mother has some free time, she likes to trim the flowers and plants here herself. She said that people always have to find something to do, otherwise they will become annoying."

Uesugi Nobuyuki naturally agreed with what his mother said, after all, he had experienced the same thing himself.

"Ah, Shin is back home... Cheng...!!"

A middle-aged woman in a kimono was standing in the shade holding gardening shears, looking as if she was looking at the next place that needed pruning. She turned around and saw her eldest son who was walking in front, greeted him happily, then her eyes passed over the eldest son and saw the person she least expected.

"Yes, I'm back, mother."

Uesugi Sumiko seemed a little uncomfortable. He didn't expect that his mother, who didn't say a word at the time, would be so excited when she saw him again.

"Cheng... Great! You're back! Are you feeling comfortable living outside?!"

The excited woman's trembling hands couldn't even hold the gardening shears steadily. Uesugi Cheng's pupils shrank slightly and he strode forward and grabbed the handle of the gardening shears before it fell to the ground. He didn't want to see anyone get hurt here.

However, he didn't expect that before he could even utter a word to remind his mother to be safe, he was embraced by her. She seemed to have lost her usual calm and elegant temperament, and was happy and excited like a child, asking him questions that he couldn't answer at all, ranging from food, clothing, housing and transportation to studying and making friends in the new school.

Uesugi Cheng's brain was working rapidly. He even silently mobilized a part of his soul power to sort out the questions from his mother's mouth one by one, intending to answer them bit by bit, but in the end, his mother just patted his head gently.

"Forget it, forget it. As long as my child is back, I'm happy. Mom just hopes you can come back to see me once in a while."

Looking at the wrinkles on the woman's face and the barely noticeable white hair on her head, Uesugi Cheng had only one sentence left to say.

"Well, I see."

The mother looked so happy to get a response, and she took his hand and was about to take him into the house. Uesugi Cheng could only look for help to his brother and sister who had been watching the show nearby.

Then he saw these two unscrupulous elders pointing at him happily and crazily.

The house seemed to be brighter now. After the renovation, they chose to abandon the so-called "will-building" decoration style of the older generation and chose a more modern and warm style.

"Your room has been cleaned regularly, so you can just move in when you get home."

Uesugi Sumiko's mother, Uesugi Miyuki, looked lovingly at her youngest child, the child who truly pulled the Uesugi family out of pain.

"Okay... I'll go back to the room and take a look. If you have anything else to do, go ahead and do it."

Uesugi Cheng nodded. In front of this kind and loving middle-aged woman, he could never be at ease, even though he had become so powerful.

Uesugi Sumiko returned to his room. The smell of air freshener seemed to still linger in the air. He looked at the room where everything was tidy and threw himself on the bed.

Himegami Sakura appeared in the room without any warning. As a doll that had just gained intelligence, she looked around curiously at this large and somewhat empty room. The bookcase was filled with study materials and various literary books that she could not understand. Uesugi Sakura's favorite things were comics and novels, and she had even read quite a few of them, but she could not find any of them in this room.

"There's nothing interesting here, except..."

Uesugi Sumiko pointed at the closet, and the puppet Himegami Sakura walked slowly to the front of the closet. Although her wooden feet were covered with tabi, some noise would still be made if she walked on the wooden floor without paying attention.

There are indeed a few books hidden in the corner of the closet. They look as if they are about to be torn to pieces, but when you open them, you can feel how much the owner of the books cherishes them. There are also old clothes next to them. This closet looks like a secret place to hide things.

"I secretly saved those things. All the things I didn't hide were torn to pieces..."

Uesugi Cheng yawned and didn't want to talk more about this topic. He began to think about the book he was going to read next. After gradually repairing the cathedral on the upper floor of the bookstore, he had begun to move towards the tower on the top of the main body of the bookstore and the rooms next to it.

Of course, during the renovation process he did not forget the books that were placed in various rooms and had not yet been catalogued. Although the contents of most of the books were still completely incomprehensible with his current knowledge, he still found a few books that he might be able to understand.

"The Mirror of Melanthe": Abbess Melanthe's diary and dream records. She is worshiped as a saint and respected as an alchemist. (Reading Required: 12 Domes)

"Red Rose Alloy" (Reading Required: 8 Casts)

He originally planned to put the first book, the Mirror of Melanthe, aside, but after completing the opening of the sky, he began to have the ambition to fully understand the book. However, he still had a lot of things to deal with before he started reading.

"Acheng, I saw a strange urban legend on the Internet... It seems like there really are evil spirits at work."

His train of thought was interrupted by a text message from Yotsuya Miko, so he picked up his phone and began to reply.

"It seems to be a... telephone booth, but there seem to be several versions of this urban legend, and I don't know which one is true."

"Then go and watch them all when the time comes. It will also serve as a small test for you and that guy Hikigaya Hachiman."

Uesugi Cheng responded like this.

110

Chapter 110: Echoes in Dreams.

"Boom, boom, boom."

There were three knocks on Uesugi Cheng's door.

"Please come in."

He put his phone down. He was indeed interested in what Yotsuya Miko said, because this urban legend about the telephone booth had been interpreted into two completely different but similar versions. Even the address and the victims were completely different, but the commonalities in certain places were inexplicably frighteningly high.

"Well, how does it feel to be home?"

Uesugi Saki changed into a more homely set of pajamas, and looked like a sloth.

"It's good. I am more used to sleeping in this room than over there."

Uesugi Cheng rested his head on the pillow. Although he hadn't taken a shower yet, he was already feeling sleepy and wanted to close his eyes.

"Then have a good sleep. Your performance on stage was really... I, your sister, will never think that Big Brother can produce something so good. Seeing how sleepy you look, go to bed early. When you wake up, just ask the butler to make you something to eat."

Uesugi Saki also seemed to be planning to take a nap. Anyway, the family was usually run by the eldest brother Uesugi Nobuyuki, and they were happy to hand over power and property to this big brother.

"Then I'll say good night in advance... I'd better take a shower first, it's still not very comfortable to sleep like this."

Uesugi Cheng said to himself that his spirit had indeed reached its limit, otherwise he would not have fallen on the bed as soon as he entered the room.

In the bathroom, as the warm water flowed over his body, Uesugi Sumiko's tense nerves finally relaxed. He whispered sorry to Yotsuya Miko in his heart, then told her that he had something else to do and would not reply to her next time, and then he fell asleep under the quilt.

The dream of the past that seemed to be wrapped in black gauze no longer existed. He saw the endless blue, the color even made his eyes hurt. Uesugi Cheng felt as if he was floating in the air, looking at the sky that he didn't even know was above him. The blue gradually deepened and was dyed into a deeper black. Musical instruments and human voices came, and Uesugi Cheng seemed to be back on the stage in an instant, as a bystander, listening to the real "Open the Sky" played by the orchestra.

"Like it?"

a man asked him in fluent English.

"No one has played this song for a long time since it was sealed."

"The Suppression Bureau will not allow it."

"Yeah, so I want to thank you. At least you finally let it appear in front of the audience again, instead of piling it up in a corner for the rest of its life."

There was a hint of gratitude in the words of the man in the dream. Uesugi Cheng didn't know whether he was just dreaming or if the author was really so powerful that he could enter his dream like this.

However, he had no time to care about these things. The sounds of the instruments slowly drowned him like the rising water, making him feel as if he was sinking into the deep sea.

A strange call came along with the sound of music, and Uesugi Cheng suddenly realized one thing, that is, what is the use of the preparation named after him made by Solomon.

When he woke up again, the sky outside had become completely gloomy. The wind hitting the window sounded like someone was knocking on it. In the dark room, there was a pair of exceptionally bright eyes.

"Are you okay?"

Himegami Sakura looked a little scared for some reason, and Uesugi Cheng patted his head.

"It was a weird dream. Maybe it's just that I have too much self-awareness."

Uesugi Cheng spoke with self-mockery, he actually dreamed that the author thanked him as the cover singer. However, compared to that dream, the mysterious and wonderful whisper at the end of the dream made him feel a little uneasy. Perhaps Silent Bookstore was not as safe as he imagined.

"is it?"

Himegami Sakura seemed to have finally relaxed a little. She certainly would not tell Uesugi Cheng that the power of his sleeping soul was almost a chaotic overflow. Although it did not affect any objects, it was almost like a storm that could crush all spirits within the range. She relied on her own mobility to hide outside and wait until the "storm" was over before returning to the room.

"I'm a little sleepy. What time is it now?"

"Nine o'clock in the evening...Sir, you have several unanswered calls."

"what?"

Uesugi Cheng was stunned for a moment. He picked up his phone and saw several missed calls.

"Hello? Where have you been? How come I'm calling you on your cell phone and it's out of the circle?"

Hikigaya Hachiman put down the game console, lay on his bed with his dead eyes open, looking at the moonlight outside the window.

"No, I'm home. What happened?"

"It's probably about the subsequent development of the cultural festival after you caused such a scene. My personal suggestion is that you should come and handle the follow-up of these messes by yourself. Although the audience including me feel clear-headed and our thoughts are much smoother from the results, it is still a bit too deliberate to damage the surveillance and video at the same time."

"Really? I'll be back next week for class, and no one will pursue the issue."

"That's true, but my dear Minister Yukinoshita has obviously noticed something is wrong. God knows if she will suddenly be interested. After all, she has listened to the whole speech and knows part of the circumstances of the disappearance case in the school."

Hikigaya Hachiman turned over. On the table next to him, in addition to occult materials, there were also a lot of various folk customs and urban legends. He couldn't help but sigh at the convenience of the Internet. He could collect such niche information from the Internet in various ways.

"Can't you handle your minister?"

"Anyway, I think I've done my best. Come on, big brother, you're doing this in a public place. If there weren't any follow-up issues, the police would have come to your door."

Hikigaya Hachiman sighed, and suddenly he looked out the window. His intuition told him that something was going to happen. Ever since he started practicing Night Wandering Technique, his intuition has been unexpectedly accurate.

"Wait, there seems to be something wrong here... It seems like there are evil spirits wandering around outside... What is going on? Can Tokyo ever be okay? Why do I see these monsters every day?"