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Sasha said, guessing what the other two were thinking, “it’s not what you think. You remember the numbers the Ayakashi gave me right before she disintegrated? I had figured out what they were. They were book call numbers.” “Call numbers? That can’t be right,” Aki said because she was a regular of the Ethereal Nest’s imperial and public libraries. She had to be, because being forbidden from doing a lot of things, she had found early on that reading books was the next best thing. “Book call numbers have alphanumeric characters.” “You’re right, A-chan, but not in the restricted section of Wani Academy’s library. In the restricted section, I figured they only used numbers.” “Good thinking,” Temu

how I wish I could be that smart, too. Unbeknownst to us, the edges of the shelves have hidden numberings on them. Nathan tried removing —one by one — the big encyclopedia book that marked the number of each shelves. Emma happened to saw one of the Encyclopedias at the shelf in front of her. "Aze, this book was numbered 9!!" she shouted. "Everyone, let's help Emma and Nathan!" I commanded. I hurriedly came near the shelf in my right side. I checked if there was the Encyclopedia.

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“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.

It's possible, right? So, the code has four numbers. 8,9,1, and 0. But...there is no 0 on the page numbers! I opened the book to page 8. I looked at that page and just like the other pages, there seemed to be nothing strange written there. I stared intently at the page and read some sentences on it.

Marley stepped fully into the room and closed the door quietly. She wandered around looking for anything. She came to a shelf and went through the books there. A book with a black binding had a big capital letter and number on it grabbing Marley's attention. It read N.5. She took out her phone and took a shot. Her hand reached out to take the book. “What are you doing in here?” Marley freezed.

We scatter all the books and found plenty of titles that start with the letter that is written on the sticky note beside where we will enter the passcode. Marina got four books that start with the letter A and eight L. Mine got six P and five M out of the categories on the bookshelf. "Is this still even working?" I asked and she nodded. "We got 6485" Then the books split like an opening curtain in a theater after pressing the digits we found. The floorboards in the office rumble slightly as it opens. "Good job, boy," She said and then slammed her palm against my back. I beamed.

While other shelves were numbered at least in integers and Roman numerals including letters according to procession, this one does have a label but… He ran all the way to the last shelf, counted five to left then reached over, 'what is happening? ' oh yeah. To think that I've lost it. ' 'My book sorry books come with me' as he grabbed the whole book once more. 'I need to understand what it is that this book told me yesterday again. I have to open that page...what's the page one more time...yea forty... Fifty-five, that's it, where it was talking about Dulce right and the clue.'

I walked into the inner part of the book shop and excused myself after I belched. “This one is Six Thousand Naira”. “If you interrupt mw again, you won’t like what I’ll do to you…” The shopkeeper saw my countenance and left me alone, before going to fetch cellophane bag. He picked up the 2009 Guinness Book of World Records and bagged it, and waited patiently for me to pick another book. I soon picked The Family by Mario Puzo and Carol Gino. I was handing the novel to the shopkeeper, who was already with a calculator, when I saw it. It was a dark hardcover book, with pink and dark designs. I smiled broadly and extracted it from the shelf with both hands.

I scanned the bookcases desperately, checking to see if I knew any of the books and— That's exactly when I noticed the shelves. They had numbering. These shelves were unlike the shelves at normal libraries, these ones had a more elaborate system of rows and columns — making it almost like a grid. Small, little shelves for at least two-three books each. And all these shelves and rows had names. Once I caught a grip of the numbering system of the rows and columns, it took me the blink of an eye to locate the specific little shelf in which my book was. Row A9, column F7. There were 5 thin books stuffed into the tiny compartment of a shelf, so it was rather easy to see what the #3 in the clue st