"Beetroot."

The old man interrupted the monster's narration.

Although it was quite novel to listen to a monster talk about his past, the old man still had many questions to ask.

This can only temporarily interrupt the monster's interest.

"Since you've always been here, why haven't I seen you before?"

The old man was very confused.

"who knows?"

The beetle rolled his eyes.

"Who knows why you suddenly saw me?"

"Still scared-" I was so shocked.

The beetle swallowed back the second half of the sentence.

It's a bit embarrassing to say it.

...

"Yeah?"

The old man murmured, "I don't know."

Then the old man smiled and said, "Is this a deathbed gift from God to me?"

The last moments revealed another side of the world to him.

It turns out that monsters really do exist in the world.

The so-called strange stories are not just imagination.

The old man felt that his heart was beating a little fast.

He stroked his chest.

As you get older, it's not good for your heart to beat too fast.

He suddenly thought of something and frowned slightly.

"Beetle-"

"Were you... eating a book just now?"

"Um."

Seeing that the old man looked wrong, the beetle felt uncomfortable for a moment. After so many years, it naturally knew how much this human cared about books, and then it became confident and said, "I am a book eater."

It is a beetle, and beetles eat books.

This is its nature.

…

It's not that the old man doesn't understand what the monster means.

He is not that pedantic, he must make carnivores switch to herbivores.

However, eating books...

"As long as it's a book?"

The old man murmured, as if he was asking a beetle, or talking to himself.

"That......"

"As long as it's paper?"

The old man's eyes lit up.

"Would you like a newspaper?"

The old man immediately went to the cashier counter next to him and picked up a newspaper. His steps were hurried and his movements were quite neat.

"Here, is this kind of newspaper okay?"

"It's similar to a book, with words printed on paper."

"You should be able to eat it too, right?"

The old man was a little excited.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his sudden idea was very reliable.

Books are for reading, and good books should be preserved for a long time.

But newspapers are different.

The news in the newspaper is out of date after today.

He would cut out the piece of news that he was particularly interested in and paste it into a notebook.

As for the remaining newspapers, he will accumulate a certain amount and sell them to newspaper collectors.

If monsters could eat newspapers, he wouldn't sell those newspapers.

Leave it all to the monsters to eat.

...

newspaper?

The beetle stared at the newspaper held in front of it by the human in front of it, not unfamiliar with this thing.

It has seen this.

This human being holds it and looks at it every morning.

Eat...you can eat it.

It just doesn’t taste as delicious as the book.

There are so many books here, why does it eat newspapers?

However, it doesn't know what this human will do to it if it continues to eat books.

Will it be driven away?

Or solve it directly?

...

"Can I eat it?"

The old man looked at the beetle with some earnestness.

The beetle looked at the human in front of him silently for a while.

I couldn't help but feel a little distracted.

It seems that not long ago this human face was not like this, without so many wrinkles.

Time is really very obvious to humans.

It was inexplicably emotional.

Then, it nodded.

The demon is under the eaves, so I have to bow my head.

Let's deal with this human now. At most, it can secretly improve its food later.

This human being won't always be in the store.

With so many books, it can pick a few and eat a few corners without being discovered.

...

"Very good."

The old man didn't know that the monster was beating Xiao Jiujiu in his heart.

He was happy that monsters could coexist with this bookstore.

If the monster can only eat books, then it is not suitable to stay in the bookstore.

…

After that day, the old man and the beetle reached a consensus and initially established a friendly relationship.

This relationship gradually deepened in the following time.

Beetles became accustomed to appearing in the old man's field of vision.

Because old people are always looking for it.

Although the old man didn't act too exaggerated, how could he really be calm after seeing a monster with his own eyes?

Even for a long time, the old man had an unreal feeling.
To be continued...