When Qin Ran lifted his foot, the Torturer immediately scrambled up.
She wiped her bruised, swollen cheek, stole a cautious glance at Qin Ran, then headed straight for the North District on the second floor.
Even now, the Torturer was still somewhat dazed.
She had no idea how things had turned out this way, just as she had no idea why the man before her could strike her at will.
She should have been formless, immune to attacks like these.
Yet the pain in her face kept reminding her what she ought to do.
Soon, upon reaching a row of shelves in the North District, the Torturer brought a book to Qin Ran.
"This is the one."
The Torturer spoke softly.
"Only one?"
Qin Ran took the book, flipped through it briefly, and frowned.
Not only were there unexpectedly few books on the subject, but the one in his hands was not devoted to Food Records. It was a miscellaneous volume about kitchen utensils.
"Yes, there's only one on the second floor."
The Torturer nodded.
"The second floor?"
Qin Ran keenly picked out the crucial detail in her words.
"I can't go to the first, third, or fourth floors, so I don't know."
The Torturer answered honestly.
"So you know all the books on the second floor inside out?"
Something occurred to Qin Ran, and he turned to ask her.
The Torturer clearly sensed that this question would determine her fate. Without hesitation, she nodded and said, "Yes, I'm familiar with all the books on the second floor."
"Good."
"When I need you, I'll call for you."
"What's your name?"
After a moment's consideration, Qin Ran said this.
For Qin Ran, who urgently needed all kinds of information, a walking book index would clearly yield far greater returns than an