"No need, thank you," Beichuan Si declined the bald manager's kindness and ascended to the second floor.
Just like its unremarkable exterior, the library's first and second floors were empty of visitors, yet surprisingly, the shelves were not dusty—which probably spoke to the bald uncle's diligent work attitude.
Beichuan Si skirted around the low bookshelves and ventured further inside.
Before him lay neatly organized newspapers, although the sheer volume of newspapers here couldn't begin to compare with what was available at the Shimadu City Public Library.
There seemed to be very few reports about this secluded and tranquil town.
But this also saved Beichuan Si some time.
He scanned the newspapers laid out before him, eliminating them one by one.
Festivals held, past events, sensational wood carving awards...
To Beichuan Si, these pieces of news were of little use.
Hmm?
His fingers paused as he rapidly flipped through the newspapers.
