The Pokémon League Library was different from the Museum. From the first floor upward, all the floors were open, with no restrictions to speak of. Only the rooms underground were strictly off-limits.
Before this, Su Han had never even known there was a book room beneath the Library.
What could be hidden here?
"Whoa... how long has it been since anyone came here? The dust is this thick. Doesn't that old man ever come in to clean?" Cheng Tian held an electric lamp, carefully lighting the way ahead.
The underground space was far larger than they had imagined, but the lamp's range was truly limited, lending the place a somewhat eerie air.
"By the way, Xiaohan, how did you know the Library had an underground book room?" Cheng Tian could not help asking curiously.
"The chairman told me," Su Han said softly. "This place seems very mysterious. Hardly anyone comes here. It's normal that no one cleans it."
"This goes way beyond no one cleaning it..." Cheng Tian looked helplessly at the scene before him.
Everything here should originally have been neatly arranged, but the floor was covered with all sorts of books, strewn every which way. There was barely anywhere to put their feet.
Besides those, there were some broken wooden boards. It seemed there had once been bookcases here, but no one had replaced them after they broke, leaving the place in its current shambles.
Cheng Tian picked up a random book. It was written in a script he could not understand at all; calling it a mess of ghostly scribbles would not have been an exaggeration. It did not look like modern writing.
Even more absurdly, many of these books did not even have titles written on their pages. If he tossed the book in his hand