Chapter 233: Science’s Defeat
Finally, he scanned the surroundings once more.
After confirming there were no other exits, Zhang Qian walked toward the gap formed by the bookshelves.
However, the passage after the gap was not long, blocked by another bookshelf just four or five meters away.
Instead, on both sides of this passage, there were some other gaps, or rather forks.
“Rather than calling it a library, it’s more like a maze…”
Which library would be designed like this? Not afraid that passengers would come in to get a book and then get lost directly?
Zhang Qian sighed silently. If it were outside, he could just push through, but on the ghost ship, especially in such a eerie environment, Zhang Qian did not plan to be so reckless.
Although there was no sound around, he always felt that this place was not as calm as it seemed.
There would be various guests in the rooms, audience and singers in the music hall, so what would be in the library?
Readers or perhaps the librarian?
No matter what it was, better not to provoke it if possible.
“But walking a maze… I don’t seem to have any experience with that.”
Zhang Qian touched his chin, somewhat hesitant. In his whole life, he had never had a similar experience. Recently, although he had been dealing with fierce ghosts, it was basically all settled with fists.
Hmm… He couldn’t keep stalling forever, so he would go in and take a look first.
After thinking for a moment, Zhang Qian still moved forward.
But before that, he had already taken out the handgun made of gold.
Although the gun was now out of bullets and basically broken, Zhang Qian did not plan to rely on it to deal with fierce ghosts anyway; he just wanted to use it as a mark.
“If using clothes, who knows if it would be affected by something, and in the end, it might even make me dizzy instead. Using gold should have a much better effect.”
One gun was definitely not enough as a mark, but it could be split into many parts.
Thinking of this, Zhang Qian tucked the wooden stick into his waist, freed his hands, and grabbed the golden Desert Eagle.
Then his hands began to exert force, with his fingertips slowly sinking into the gold.
Supernatural power could not affect gold, but pure strength could.
Zhang Qian’s current strength was not small, and besides, gold was inherently soft, so he didn’t need much effort to tear off a small piece of gold from the gun body.
He slightly bent down and threw it under the bookshelf on the right side, then nodded in satisfaction.
“If I get lost, I can follow these gold pieces back the way I came. And even if I don’t need them, if the mannequin sees them, it can follow the marks.”
As for whether these marks would be used by fierce ghosts…
If the fierce ghost in the library truly had consciousness, it could easily trick him without needing these things.
Having done what needed to be done, Zhang Qian no longer delayed and began heading toward the depths of the library.
In just this short passage before the gap, there were fully four forks, one left and three right, completely without any pattern.
Zhang Qian thought for a moment and directly turned to enter the first fork on the right side.
He didn’t know where he had seen it, but if mistakenly entering a maze, one only needed to keep sticking to the right side.
Although he didn’t know the specific principle, Zhang Qian chose to believe science.
He advanced silently.
His deliberately lightened footsteps made no sound on the carpet, and even his breathing was suppressed by Zhang Qian. In the quiet space of the library, the dull heartbeat was clearly audible.
The layout of this place was very strange.
Clearly, the ceiling overhead was seven or eight meters high, but the distance between the two bookshelves was very narrow.
The width of the aisle was not fixed; the widest was only about half a meter, and at the narrowest, Zhang Qian’s shoulders could even brush against the bookshelves on both sides.
The cramped space gave people an urge to escape, and the claustrophobic feeling it brought was even stronger than the aisle itself.
The environment here was not darkness; white light from somewhere was enough to illuminate the passage formed by the bookshelves, but each fork exuded an indescribable eeriness, as if some dangerous existence would be encountered at the next corner.
Fortunately, Zhang Qian was someone who had seen great storms, and he carried out his previous decision expressionlessly.
At forks, turn right; at dead ends, turn back; anyway, always stick to the wall on the right side.
At the same time, he did not forget to leave marks; every time he turned at a fork, he would tear off a small piece of gold and throw it under the bookshelf.
“The books around really have no duplicates, but looking at the content, they are all pretty much the same.” Silently withdrawing his line of sight, Zhang Qian turned around at the dead end in front of him.
After all, this was a library, so he had been observing the books on the bookshelves, hoping to find some clues.
Unfortunately, the book titles were all very similar, basically supernatural legends from certain places or certain years.
Perhaps compared to a library, this place was more like an archive, because the types of books inside were too singular, basically just records, unlike a general library with biographies or poetry and such.
“What a shame, I thought I could find some cultivation methods for immortality.” Zhang Qian felt somewhat dejected.
Although he had not fully comprehended the secret manual given to him by the senior back then, learning more cultivation methods was never a bad thing. After all, he was now equivalent to a blank slate cultivator who knew no magic and basically only relied on overwhelming with strength.
If not for the fact that the quantity and quality of his true qi were indeed high enough, dealing with fierce ghosts and ghost controllers would not have been so easy.
However, this ghost ship journey had given him quite a bit of inspiration. If he could get out alive, his combat power should rise even further.
As he was thinking, he had already returned to the entrance of the dead end ahead.
Bending down to pick up the gold nugget on the ground, Zhang Qian continued advancing along the wall on the right side.
He didn’t know how much time had passed.
The golden Desert Eagle in his hand had very little left; the gold part had basically been torn clean, leaving only some non-gold materials.
Although there was still half a magazine that could be used, it didn’t seem necessary now.
Looking at that familiar thing on the ground, Zhang Qian’s eyelid twitched, and he said sadly, “This time, it is the defeat of science.”
Using gold as marks, and applying some little tricks he had seen online, Zhang Qian had already done his utmost.
Although he didn’t want to admit it, that gold piece on the ground, which didn’t know how long ago it had been placed, was straightforwardly telling him—he was lost.
“Hmm… As expected, it’s not that simple.”
With a sigh, Zhang Qian put away the handgun.
Fortunately, he had anticipated this situation; it was just suspected to be lost, not a big problem.
Stretching his wrists, Zhang Qian was too lazy to keep circling and walked straight toward the bookshelf in front of him.
Since the “scientific” method didn’t work, don’t blame him for trying the “barbaric” method.
