No one would have thought that at a depth of more than ten meters underground, there was such an archive room hidden deep in.

The wide concrete walls ------ can withstand the test of a magnitude 9 earthquake and are painted blue-gray. The first thing that catches your eye is the motivational motto, followed by the head of President Wilson, with a sharp gaze that seems to pierce your heart.

The aqua blue reinforced steel gate has at least three hidden locks, not including the fingerprint decoding lock. The warehouse is about 1,000 square meters, divided into different areas according to the scope of expertise, and the filing cabinets of different levels are painted in different colors.

Turning an acute corner, following the yellow mark on the ground, they came to a corner, where the light was dim.

Paul remained silent, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and calmly looked left and right, and he found that all the probes were pointing in the other direction, which was really a godsend.

"This is it. Peigo said, pointing to a row of light blue cabinets.

"Yes, Mr. Pego. Paul looked over and followed his dark gray fingers.

Paul pretended to be excited and walked briskly, his eyes fixed on the label on the cabinet next to him.

Paul stretched out his fingers, stroked the label, and muttered to himself as if he was verifying, and then, pulling out two brown and yellow file boxes, undoing the red ribbons on them, and taking out a stack of coated paper, which was densely packed with data, he gently opened it.

Peigo stood beside him, his eyes empty, staring at the ceiling boredly, as if he hadn't woken up.

After looking at it for a while, Paul pointed to one of the passages and said, "Mr. Pego, you see, these numbers don't seem right?"

"Really? It can't be. Pei Ge was startled, took the information, rubbed his eyes, lifted up, stared at the light, stared at the few lines of data, and fell into thought.

At this moment, Paul stretched out his hand, quickly pulled out a file box next to him, took out the information inside, found one of the data ---- Jenny's dream, cocked the nail of the little finger of his right hand, and polished it like a sharp blade, and swiped it lightly. He folded the strips of paper into the smallest balls and rubbed them into his thick hair, so that no one else could see anything out of the ordinary.

"Isn't that right?" said Pego as he looked and pointed to himself.

"Oh, sorry, maybe I read it wrong. Paul approached Pego and reached out to take it, looking at the information with a serious face.

Paul patted his head and said as if he had come to an understanding: "It's still Mr. Peigo's careful, and sure enough, I was wrong!"

At the exit of the archives, there was a gray table and two chairs of the same color, and a long, lanky, expressionless man with many white-eyed eyes sat there, holding a pen in his hand, and swirling around his fingertips.

Seeing the two of them come out, the white-eyed man rolled his eyelids, knocked on the table, and pointed to the paper and pen on the table, "The company's confidentiality regulations stipulate that the original archives cannot be taken out of the warehouse, and the required data can be copied by yourself." His voice was hoarse and dry, as if a stone was rubbing against the concrete pavement.

Peigo glanced at the white man, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he pointed to his chair, motioning for Paul to sit down and copy the data on a piece of paper.

Paul breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully he had been prepared, otherwise he would have missed the opportunity and returned in vain. He sat down in his chair, quickly copied a few simple data, put down the pen, folded the paper, and held it in his hand, feeling extremely relaxed.

When he got home, Paul took out the note, laid it on the table, and patted his hair, and the feeling of being done came to him.

The coated paper is densely filled with data, in order to improve the degree of confidentiality, the font is the original ovoid character created by the Ole company, and applied for a patent, except for the scribe of the Ole company, no one has mastered this technology, each word is copied by the scribe, by no means printed.

The oval is similar to a cipher, and in order to understand the contents, it needs to be deciphered, but Paul, as a senior technician, understands the oval characters and can easily translate the contents.

Paul turned on the photocopier and copied the contents of the note. Out of his own protection, he deleted part of the data on the copied note with correction fluid, and the rest can still be seen. Then, the content of his translation is appended to the back. He opened the desk drawer, hid the original note in the innermost corner, locked it, and removed the key. He thought to himself that when the opportunity was right, he would unknowingly put it back in the archives.

When this was done, Paul let out a sigh of relief and leaned back in his chair, feeling extremely tired.

After a while, Paul found his coat and pulled his phone out of his pocket.