Five days later, at nine o'clock in the morning, the Technical Committee approved Mr. Peigo's application.

Article 1 stipulates that it is not allowed to enter the basement archives alone.

Mr. Pego took the opportunity to recommend Paul's companionship.

Pego's black Dodge sedan drove slowly, Paul opened the front door, sat in the passenger seat, Pego stepped on the accelerator, and the Dodge drove down a newly paved painted road to the depths of the company's backyard.

After about a ten-minute drive, the Dodge turned up a slope and drove over a concrete road in the lawn before slowly descending to a tree-lined building.

The building is about three stories high, with dark green walls and verdant ivy climbing up the walls, and from a distance, it looks like a dense forest.

Paul and Peigo got out of the car and walked to the antechamber of the archives. Standing in front of the dark green door of the front hall, the two of them brushed their faces in turn and entered the hall.

Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling of the hall, simple and atmospheric, countless cameras were installed on the walls, and the floor was covered with snow-blue marble, and a middle-aged black man with a sturdy figure hurried over, his eyes fixed on them.

He was dressed in a palm-colored uniform, his hair was smoky gray, his sharp eyes radiated a cold light like ice, as if he could easily see through the innermost thoughts of others, and he held a fifty-centimeter-long black rubber rod in his left hand.

The middle-aged black man carefully interrogated his identity, checked his documents, searched his whole body, and repeated the rules, and finally, led the two into the room on the side of the antechamber.

The room was full of security equipment, a monitor rested on a table in the corner, and behind it was a feminine man, with a naked nose and naked eyes, a pair of golden earrings hanging from his ears, wearing a palm-colored uniform, wearing a very inappropriate hat, touching the corners of his mouth with his thumb, slightly revealing the tip of his tongue, staring at the two with ambiguous eyes.

Paul glanced at him, and the feeling of a sour, topped-up, and wanted to vomit in his stomach became more and more obvious.

At this moment, an alarm sounded on Pego's body.

Peigo emptied his pockets and almost took off his underwear, but the alarm still sounded. He shrugged helplessly, with a wry smile.

At this time, the woman's version of the man raised her finger and pointed at Peigo's mouth in a girlish manner.

Peigo opened his mouth, a huge gold tooth, shining gold, hidden in the innermost.

The inspector with a flat nose raised his head and looked at Pego incredulously, his hesitant eyes full of suspicion.

In a state of panic, Paul and Pego followed the inspectors to the elevator and pressed the button ----- "-3". When the elevator doors opened, they walked in together.

Step out of the elevator and go to a room on the third basement floor. A fat-headed, big-eared man was sitting in a large chair, his fat body stuffing the chair to its brim. He was burly and strong, with large muscles inside his clothes, which were shaking and undulating, and a fierce gaze shot in his eyes.

The inspector walked over, leaned on his head, and whispered a few words. Then, the inspector left, expressionless, and disappeared into the hallway.

"Two gentlemen, please take off all your clothes and change into overalls. Please cooperate!" The big-eared man's tone was firm, giving a non-negotiable feeling.

"It's over!" Paul said to himself. He had hidden a few processed toothpicks, which he had placed in the folds of the cuffs. It is convenient to cut the printing paper when flipping through the archives. At the edge of the trouser belt, he cut a thin slit that could be tucked into a strip of paper.

This was over, disrupting his plans, Paul became nervous, his heart was pounding, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his face began to turn white.

Paul looked away from his eyes, looked past the big-eared man, looked at the objects in the distance, and kept comforting himself in his heart, there is no way back, only forward, don't be afraid, there will be a way!

Peigo agreed completely, with a nonchalant look.

After stripping naked, the two changed into tight-fitting overalls in pure white with no pockets, and passed through an iron door and through a long corridor to the door of the archive.

Both of them stretched out their index fingers at the same time and pressed them on the black panels on both sides of the door, after their fingerprints confirmed that they were correct. The black iron door slowly opened.

Paul let out a sigh of relief and smiled ------ something that others could hardly notice.