The entrance of the Intelligence Registration Office is not wide, and the entrance is into a long hall.
The sun was tilted to the west, and the light slanted down from the high windows and spread in the middle of the long hall, unable to escape these four walls.
The high window was opened near the beam, and the paint on the lattice faded to a light color.
There is a long table in the hall, with a stool on the east side of the table and a stool on the west side of the table.
There is a card cabinet standing by the wall, with the door closed.
The smell inside the door is that of old paper, mixed with a little ink.
The ground was swept, and there were still traces of water at the base of the wall.
Kiyoshi came in from the door, the two origami papers in his sleeve pockets were pressed against his wrist bones, and his steps were even.
On the street outside the door, a car rumbling passed by without following the door.
There was a man on duty sitting behind the desk at the entrance. There was a water bowl on the corner of the desk, and a few bills were pressed beside the bowl.
The bowl was placed sideways, leaving a dry mark around the edge.
The guard on duty looked up and raised his chin towards the long table.
"Register."
After a reply, the person went to the east of the table.
There were no other workers in the hall, so the sound of footsteps bounced off the walls.
The stool legs scraped against the ground and the person sat down.
The stool is half a head lower than the edge of the table, so you can sit down and read the entire album.
The long table is separated from the desk by a section, so there is no need to raise the voice when talking at both ends.
The registration book is spread out on the east side of the table, with a weight stone pressed against the corner of the book.
The book is so thick that it takes up half the table when spread out.
A thin rope is tied to the spine of the album, and the end of the rope is pressed under the pages of the album.
The page that was spread out was at the back, the corners were rolled up and uneven, and the ink on the edges of the page was dark and light.
There's a line under his name on that page.
The line goes from the beginning of the line to the end of the line, with a column at the end of the line.
The line of small print at the top of the column contains the words "Where to Go."
The column is empty.
The columns in front are all missing, but this column is empty.
The column lines are drawn straight, without even a pen mark inside.
The paper in the column is the same color as elsewhere and has not been touched.
When you come here, you have to draw this fence.
There is a pen beside the book, with the penholder facing outward.
Take off the cap of the pen and place it on the edge of the stone.
The nib has fresh ink.
When I got the pen in my hand, the shaft was cold.
The old mark on the pen barrel is shallow, and the tiger's mouth is just right.
Sitting on the west side of the table is Ino, with a card box in front of him.
The lid of the box is open, and the registration cards in the box are neatly numbered according to the rows.
The card faces should all face up, and the card heads should face the east of the table.
Thick codes are in the inside hand, thin codes are in the outside hand.
Her sleeves were rolled up to her forearms, and she showed no intention of stopping under her hands.
She raised her eyes and looked over at the empty column.
"Go to the direction column, this box."
After asking, she waited, and the pen holder stopped halfway.
While she was waiting, her hands were not idle, and she took a round of cards.
The tip of the pen hangs on the top of the column line and is half an inch away from the paper.
The list in the clerk's office asked about what to do. The first sentence in the booklet in this area asked where the person was going. If the answer was correct or not, you had to face a column.
The pen tip dropped and then stopped, and the ink smeared out as a small dot outside the column line.
The ink dot spreads out and is not much wider than the column line.
The point is half a minute away from the fence line and cannot enter the fence.
"There is no word on the column."
Ino looked at him and did not answer this sentence.
She turned the pen half a circle between her fingers, then closed it with the tip down.
She put the pen holder back and pressed her fingers on the edge of the cassette.
On the other side of the desk, the list was placed under the bowl and no one touched it.
The hall was quiet, and the sounds on the street were heard outside the wall.
Ino Knock the cards together on the edge of the box, pull out one card, and push half of it across the table.
The surface of the card rubbed against the wood. He pushed it to the middle line of the table and stopped, leaving the second half of the card to be reached by himself.
The tabletop is wiped clean and the card slides very steadily on it.
It's printed with column lines, and the corners make your hands turn weak.
Hold the card between two fingers, keeping the corners a little warm.
The first column on the card has words written on it, and the column heading toward Alone is empty.
The words in the row on the card match those in the register, and even the spacing between the column lines is the same.
The ink color in the two prints is also the same, and the paper was dropped on the same day.
The stack of cards in her hand was not closed, and the edge of the card half a finger wide was exposed at the top. The first letter of his name was written at the beginning of the card edge.
Since the card was in her hand, she had turned over his card first.
A Crow fell outside the window and stood on the windowsill.
It fell without making any sound.
It didn't bark, and no one in the hall disturbed it.
When he looked again, the window sill was empty.
Not even a paw print was left on the window lattice.
Ino didn't raise his eyes towards the window, his fingers were still resting on the edge of the cassette.
She half-hidden the cover of the card box and pushed it open again.
Ino put the pen on the cassette and sat upright in the middle of the table.
She moved the card box to the corner of the table, leaving her hands free.
There is an empty space in the middle of the table, and you can clearly see where you place your hands.
"The person who asked you where you were going first was not the registration office."
He raised his head.
Their eyes met, then looked away.
The silence in the hall fell, and there was no sound from the other end of the note.
There is an open book on the east and west of the table. His page is spread out in the middle of the table, the corner of the card is pressed against the edge of the row, the direction column is empty, the pen is horizontal under his finger, there is only a layer of paper between the inside and outside of the column line, the pen tip stops outside the column line, and the ink dots remain in place without falling.
He only defined the scope that could be verified.
Push the card back to the west side of the table and slide it back with the card side facing up. The corners do not hit the edge of the table, and there is still no word on the direction column.
"Things outside the column are not valid."
Ino took the card, looked at the column first, then at the side, and then inserted it back into the pile.
The card is inserted into the middle of the stack.
The folded surface is flat again.
She raised her pen and made a mark at the end of the line. The ink dot fell outside the column line, a finger's width away from the smeared dot just now. No one touched the other between the two ink dots.
After clicking, the pen was put down.
The stone is moved from the corner of the book to the footer, and the procedure is completed at this point.
Ino stood up, picked up the stack of cards, and rubbed the stool legs against the ground again.
The side corridor is in the hall West End, with a window open at the end.
It's cooler in the corridor, and the wind comes from the other side of the window.
The walls are painted white, so people don't have to turn their shoulders when walking past.
An unlit lamp hung on the corridor wall, its shade gathering a thin layer of dust.
Pull out half of the pin on the window frame, and the window will open.
The window of the side corridor was half open, and the noise from the street outside came in through the window, leaving only a thin layer. Ino walked ahead holding the stack of registration cards, the corners of the cards tilted out from her arms. When she reached the window, she stopped, put the cards on the window sill, paused, sorted them out one by one, and then turned around.
She turned around, her back to the window.
"You know better than me the value of this news."
The cards on the window sill are evenly spaced, and the edges of the cards face the street.
The stone surface of the window sill is polished flat, and the corners of the card are oriented in the same direction.
Someone was closing down a stall on the street, and the wooden boards were put up one by one. The sound was dull and could only be heard through the window.
I pressed my wrist bones through my sleeve pocket. The two origami papers were flat and made no sound.
When entering, these two origami papers follow the procedures.
Now that it's stuck in my sleeve pocket, it looks like it has a price for the first time.
No one reported the price, and the card on the window sill was not flipped.
The wind in the window crack passed for a while, and the corner of the top card tilted up and then dropped back.
He didn't answer the question, and Ino didn't press it either.
Ino took the card on the window sill back into his arms, walked into the hall, took two steps and then stopped.
She stopped half a step away from him, holding Ka in front of her chest.
"Someone asked you first. You are not from Hokage Building."
He raised his hand to the pocket of his sleeve, stopped, and did not reach in.
The fabric at the sleeve pocket allows you to make a fold with your fingers.
The crease is very shallow and springs back as soon as you let go.
Ino didn't wait for his reply and passed the long table first with the card in his arms.
The handle of the box was hooked on her finger, and the box body was pressed against the crook of her arm.
The lid is closed and the buckle is closed.
When she passed the table, the stool legs stopped shaking.
The bench to the west of the table is empty.
At the other end of the corridor, the sound of footsteps merged into the sound of the street, making it inaudible.
The hall fell silent, and the booklet was still open on the long table, with the weight pressed against the footer.
The heading column is empty.
He took his hands back from his sleeve pockets and walked out of the side corridor door.