Not long after dawn, the wall where the roster was hung had a new page.
The new page has been pressed flat on all sides, and the smell of paste has not yet dissipated.
The page is hung high on the wall, so people underneath have to raise their heads to see it clearly.
The words in the boxes at the center of the page are all missing, the ink is of different shades, and the boxes are arranged next to each other.
A table was placed under the base of the wall, with stone chips placed under the legs of the table to make it stable.
The value book is spread out in the center of the case, and the paper on the cover is a bit whiter than the old background.
There is a seal placed on the corner of the desk, with the seal side facing down and the body of the seal covered by a cloth cover.
The team to receive them lined up half a street, followed the wall and turned around the corner. People stood close to the wall without making a sound.
The queue was straight and no one occupied the middle of the street.
There were elderly people and half-grown children, all looking towards the other side of the wall.
Half of the door panels on the street were removed, and passers-by walked around the queue.
As they walked around, someone glanced at the wall and then looked away.
There is an extra bench at the end of the queue. There is no cloth strip tied on the bench and no one is sitting on it.
The bench was placed sideways, not in the queue, nor next to the case, as if it was reserved for others.
Kiyoshi came from the other side of the street, walked to the end of the line, and got in line.
After standing still, his eyes fell on the bench first, not towards the wall.
The wind came from the street corner, and the corners of the new page moved, then straightened themselves out.
No one in the team spoke. Whoever's turn it was was to move forward. When they finished, they stepped back and the team closed again.
Mikoto stood at the end of the document, looking at the duty verification page.
When on duty, check slowly. The pen tip should stop at intervals. When stopping, look up and look at the team.
After checking, Mikoto raised his hand.
The pen tip of the verification page left the paper, paused, and then continued down.
The recipient took the item and left, exiting from the side of the queue, leaving no one behind.
Every time you pass one, there will be a section under the wall, and the people behind you will fill it up.
The ground in front of the case made the soles of my shoes rub out white.
The team moved forward, square by square.
When it is the turn of the person in front, he is on duty to pick up his pen, and the pen tip falls into that square.
When a line of ink is closed, that frame is closed.
The man took the things away from the table and retreated to the wall to take them apart and look at them.
After reading it, fold it as it is and put it in your arms.
As he backed away, he lowered his head towards the case.
The space left by the team was filled in the blink of an eye.
A woman took the things and made way for the people behind her before lowering her head to open them.
Everyone holds the things they receive in different ways. Some hold them in their arms, while others hold them in their hands.
Some people took it and walked away, with the things tucked under their arms and they had already left the street.
The man on duty who was delivering the things had his sleeves rolled up and his hands never stopped.
Just hand over whatever is on the table. After handing it over, there will be an empty space on the table.
Whoever's turn it is will finish their square on the spot, and no one will ask a second question.
Someone in the team looked at the wall and lowered his head after reading it.
Mikoto followed the person to the wall before returning to the case.
The pen on duty went down the page, closing whichever box it reached. The person receiving it went out of the queue, took the thing handed to him on the case, stood at the wall and opened it, read it, folded it up after reading, bowed his head towards the other end of the case, and then retreated outside the crowd. No one in the line made a sound, only the sound of turning the page.
Everyone took the things they picked up and held them in their arms. When they walked out of the street, they could still see the corners of the bundles.
The closed square is not his square.
His eyes were on the group in front of him, his hands were in his sleeves and he didn't move.
Shisui stood at the other end of the wall with his hands on his sleeves and did not come to the team.
On the wall, there is still an unfinished page at the front.
It's his turn.
The grid in front had just closed. When he backed away, he glanced this way and made way.
That box is in the center of the page, and it says "Ready to answer".
Gerry's calligraphy was made of old ink and was pressed so firmly that the paper was eaten into it.
When he was on duty, he placed the pen on the edge of the grid, with the tip of the pen facing the inkstone, and it fell.
The ink in the inkstone is still new and the ink surface is flat.
The corner of the inkstone pressed against an old piece of cloth, causing rough edges.
The pen was placed facing the end where he was standing, as if it had been placed on purpose.
Someone was standing and waiting at the back of the queue. Their footsteps were muffled under the wall and they never came closer.
The people behind were not in a hurry to make up for the emptiness left by the front.
The guard's hand rested on the edge of the case, waiting.
The edge of the case was shiny to the touch of the person in front. His hand touched it first and then took it back.
The Adam's apple moved but no sound came out.
The pen lay across the edge of the grid, a finger away from his hand.
He took his hands out of his sleeves and held them in front of him.
He picked up the pen.
The pen tip collected the ink on the rim of the inkstone and dropped it to that grid. A short horizontal line pushed the two characters "to answer" underneath. The pen did not stop, but the two characters "to return" fell down next to each other. When the pen was closed, the ink hung on the end of the horizontal line. The paper was eating ink slowly, and the words in the grid were changed. No one at the back of the team urged me, and no one said anything. I waited for the ink to settle, and then pressed the seal up. The edge of the seal pressed the new horizontal line, and pressed it all the way to the bottom.
That line was on the books waiting to be returned.
The seal is lifted up, leaving a red edge on the grid.
The seal is placed squarely, with the red border surrounding the new horizontal line and not touching the adjacent squares.
Heng suppressed the two words to be answered and still recognized the original strokes.
When the horizontal line falls, the old ink in the front grid is set off, and the old and new sections can be seen clearly.
The words "to return" are towards the end of the page.
The paper has not been changed, the grid is still the same, but the words have been changed.
He moved the book to the guard's hand.
The person on duty checked the corrected pattern against the top of the page and nodded towards Mikoto.
Mikoto looked at the box and put his hand on the edge of the case.
On duty, he turned the page back and moved the past page so that the stone tablets would hold it firmly so that the corners of the page would not warp.
No one in the team spoke, and the person waiting took half a step forward.
The duty officer took out a receipt from the end of the book, spread it on the case, and held a stone tablet at the corner of the paper.
The receipt was neatly cut, with a sliver of cutter hair still left on the edge.
Mikoto walked over from the other side of the case and stood on the handover side. After he stood still, he didn't move again.
"Things in your name will be delivered according to price."
"Follow the pattern."
Mikoto nodded and raised his chin towards the duty guard.
Mikoto didn't look at him, but looked at the other end of the album.
The person on duty checked the boxes on the receipt next to the page of the album, but it was slow.
After finishing, move the receipt to the edge of the book and align both ends.
Mikoto waited for the duties to be completed before continuing.
"Put it in the file after delivery, and don't look back in the future."
"Hmm."
The thing is not on the case, nor is it on him. The matter on the other end is not on the case.
The on-duty officer took over the matter and did not let him follow.
Kakashi and others stopped at the street corner, turned the booklet in his hand sideways, with the cover facing the bill.
No one moved, no steps forward.
After reading for a while, he took back the booklet in his hand and led the people across the street.
The footsteps of the group of people dispersed into the alley, and the street became quiet.
The team moved forward again, and there was a section under the wall.
During the exchange of time, the team had already dispersed to the other side of the wall.
The guard on duty turned the receipt over, with the bottom column facing him.
The column is narrow, but the words are spread out.
There is something missing in the last column.
The words in that column are not his.
Starting and ending the pen were not written in a way he had ever seen before.
Mo looked at the pressure firmly, went all the way to the end, and closed the pressure on the inside of the fence without going out of line.
The patch of ink on the last column is darker than the old ink on the grid.
He didn't recognize that sum.
The frame of that stroke is stable and neatly collected than the words on his grid.
The book was spread out on the table, and there was a blank column next to his column.
The column is narrow, sandwiched between his box and the margin.
The head of the column is empty, and the end of the column is also empty.
There is no column line drawn on the side of that column.
The empty end of this column is opposite the space where the letters are dropped in the last column.
The person stood in front of the case and did not move, and the person on duty did not urge him.
The receipt remains on file.
There is no one on the road out.
This time, he didn't look at those two things first.
He turned his back to them and took a step.
He raised his hand halfway and took it back.
I didn't trace the words in that column.
The wind came from the street and the corner of the paper on the receipt was lifted.
On duty, he stretched out his hand to hold down the corner of the paper and returned it to the side of the case.
The team dispersed, leaving only the extra bench under the wall.
The guard on duty moved the bench away.
There are two shallow marks left on the stone slab made by the legs of the stool.
No one was waiting for him on the road.