I deliver food in a bizarre world

This bookmark is not an ordinary piece of paper or cardboard, but is carefully woven from dark brown hair and fixed to an extremely thin metal sheet.

The moment the bookmark was exposed to the air, the gray-black aura in Chen Mo's vision suddenly intensified, exuding an indescribable strangeness.

The moment the bookmark appeared, his phone vibrated, and the task progress was immediately updated, which stirred something within him.

At the same time, a panel appeared in front of them.

[Item: Bookmark]

[Type: Miscellaneous Items]

[Quality: Average]

[Attribute: A faint obsession that entangles the hair's owner; prolonged contact will cause this obsession to entangle the individual, influencing the reader's words, actions, and personality.]

Special effects: None

Li Haojie was somewhat surprised by the rapid progress: "It's found already?"

Chen Mo picked up a hair bookmark, and his aura instantly enveloped it.

Just as he was about to activate his spiritual power, he heard Zhao Tianyi's voice in his mind: "Brother Mo, there's no danger, you don't need to hide."

Chen Mo calmed down a bit and focused his senses for two seconds. He indeed did not detect any malice, only a chilling sensation.

"Sir, how much is this?" he asked, holding up the bookmark.

The stall owner raised his eyelids, adjusted his reading glasses, glanced at the items, and slowly said, "Five yuan including the books."

Chen Mo pulled a banknote out of his pocket and handed it to the shopkeeper, giving Li Haojie a wink.

"Let's go sit in the teahouse next door."

Teahouses are a unique feature of Jingpu District. In modern metropolises, such old-fashioned things can only be found in old urban areas.

The two sat down at a quiet teahouse on the street corner and asked for a seat by the window. Chen Mo placed the poetry collection on the table, leaving the hair-shaped bookmark tucked in its original spot.

"They always say 'Let's have a glass of '82 Lafite,' but they don't even know how much '82 Longjing' costs." Li Haojie isn't a local and doesn't know much about this culture.

Chen Mo said, "That old green tea bitch will only make you lose money!"

"..." Li Haojie instantly understood.

Encountering those manipulative men and women definitely sends my blood pressure soaring.

Chen Mo took out his phone and started a group video call: "We found a bookmark."

"We haven't found anything here yet," Su Yifan's voice came through.

Lin Xiao: "I also found two bookmarks, I don't know if they meet your requirements."

"It's alright, bring it back first."

Chen Mo briefly discussed the progress with Li Haojie, who was taking the opportunity to carefully examine the poetry collection.

This is a collection of love poems published decades ago. The cover is blurry, the inner pages are yellowed, and there are many signs of it being read.

On the title page of the book, there is a blurry pen signature that reads "To Xiaoyun," dated more than thirty years ago.

"Did you find anything?" After leaving the group video, Chen Mo looked at Li Haojie.

He directly showed Chen Mo the words on the title page.

"Xiao Yun?" Chen murmured the name. It sounded like a woman...

His gaze fell once again on the hair bookmark. The hair was very long; could it be "Xiao Yun's"?

Logically speaking, old books with a certain sentimental value shouldn't end up on secondhand bookstores...

Just then, a woman who looked to be around fifty years old walked into the teahouse.

She was dressed simply and looked somewhat dazed, as if she had come to buy something.

But when her gaze swept over Chen Mo and his group's table, it landed on the poetry collection, and her expression changed instantly.

She hesitated for a moment, then walked straight over.

"Excuse me...where did you buy this book?" The woman's voice was tense.

Chen Mo remained outwardly calm: "I just bought it at the used bookstore up ahead. Madam, are you interested in this book?"

The woman's fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes, looking very conflicted, as if she wanted to examine it carefully, yet was afraid of recognizing the item.

"Can I see this book? I...I had a copy of it many years ago, but I lost it and haven't been able to find it since."

This is too coincidental, right?

Li Haojie looked at her warily, leaning forward slightly.

If anything seems amiss, he can act immediately.

He didn't believe such a coincidence could happen.

Chen Mo handed over the poetry collection, his finger seemingly unintentionally pressing on the spot where the hair-shaped bookmark was.

The woman took the book and eagerly opened it.

When she saw the signature "To Xiaoyun" on the title page, her body trembled violently and her eyes instantly reddened.

Her fingers trembled as she touched the signature, murmuring, "It's it...it really is it..."

She seemed completely absorbed in her own emotions, ignoring the existence of the bookmark.

Chen Mo calmly observed her.

There were no signs of strong possession in this woman, but her emotions were clearly being intensely drawn to the book.

"Madam, do you know this Xiaoyun?" Chen Mo asked tentatively.

He didn't believe such a coincidence could happen.

The original owner showed up right after I bought it?

The woman looked up, tears finally streaming down her face: "I am Xiaoyun... This book was a gift from him years ago..."

Her words opened the floodgates, and she recounted a story from more than thirty years ago, albeit haltingly.

Youth, love, vows of eternal devotion...

What followed was family opposition, an inevitable separation, and ultimately, an accident that led to their eternal separation. The book was also discarded by the family during a series of moves and an accident.

This is a very cliché story in the book, but when it happened in real life, it made people sigh.

The young man who delivered the books passed away many years ago.

This hair bookmark was probably left by that young man who has long since passed away, carrying his undiminished obsession and love until his death.

As for the hair, it was also made by the other party using Xiaoyun's hair strands.

"I thought I had let go long ago... but seeing this book, I realized... I never had..." The woman sobbed uncontrollably, clutching the poetry collection tightly as if she were holding onto her lost youth and lover.

Chen Mo and Li Haojie exchanged a glance and both understood.

This book ended up in a used bookstore. Anyone who reads it and has a strong emotional connection to it may be affected by its overly heavy obsession, becoming unable to extricate themselves from sadness, and even gradually becoming melancholic, paranoid, and love-obsessed.

"Madam, this book may be somewhat... unusual," Chen Mo said.

"They will keep you stuck in the pain of the past. Perhaps letting them go will be the best way to relieve your suffering."

He's definitely not stingy with those five dollars!

The woman raised her tearful eyes, looked at Chen Mo, then at the book in her arms, her struggle and pain clearly written on her face.

That book and bookmark were the source of her pain, but also her only connection to the past.

Finally, as if she had used all her strength, she gently pushed the book back in front of Chen Mo.

"You're right... I have my own life now, and I should have let it go a long time ago."

The moment she released her grip, Chen Mo clearly saw the gray-black aura lingering on the book and bookmark fluctuate violently, as if emitting a silent lament.