Xu put down the car, opened the umbrella with a bang, and looked up, not seeing what kind of building it was, but the old-fashioned door was locked, and it looked deserted.

The door lock is the most common big lock on the market, wrapped around two thick and rusty mottled chains, and under the awning at the entrance of a small shop directly opposite the building sits an old man, with a big cigarette pouch in his mouth, squinting and blowing white mist, staring at him with cloudy eyeballs, no more than five meters away from Xu Fang.

He estimated that if he stepped forward in two steps now to warp the old lock, then the next moment, the uncle behind him would be able to call the police.

He thought for a moment, turned around and walked to the old man, "Uncle, what kind of building is this?"

"Want to dismantle?"

The uncle's voice was the hoarse of old age, he looked up at the handsome young man, touched the gray hair with his hand, his mouth bulged outward, and the cigarette he had just inhaled exhaled.

"It's not. Xu Fang shook his head, "It's just curious." ”

The uncle smiled, smoked the cigarette pouch twice, then flipped the cigarette pouch over, knocked twice on the square of the aluminum skin that seemed to be used to make an ashtray, and poured all the cigarette stars into it.

In this gap, the uncle turned on the radio on the small table, and as soon as the voice came out, Xu Fang could hear that it was the Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties told by Teacher Shan Tianfang.

The uncle closed his eyes, didn't intend to speak, Xu Fang straightened his umbrella, knowing that it was useless to ask again, and turned to leave.

The sound of Xu Fang's footsteps gradually faded away, and the uncle slowly opened his eyes, his eyes fell from the building in front of him to the tall building standing up next to him, and he wiped his eyes, and the old houses in his memory became less and less.

The rain that fell from the sky hit the ground, dripping and forming a water nest, and Xu Fang stepped on it, splashing his trouser legs.

After a while, he went around to the back of the building.

The building is not high, there is a guardrail on the second floor, because of long-term exposure to the sun and rain, the color of the guardrail has changed, Xu Fang put the umbrella into the bag, and looked around a few times.

The convenience is that because of the demolition, there is no camera nearby at all, only a broken line is still hanging high on the opposite side.

He took two steps back, lifted his feet, strengthened, lunged, kicked against the wall, jumped violently, and snapped his hands on the guardrail.

He keenly felt the railing as support skewed violently and creaked because of his weight.

Before falling, the hand subconsciously grabbed the cement platform directly below the railing, and the green tendons on the back of the hand burst out, and then the arms were forced, and the arm muscles were tense to the extreme.

Xu Fang slammed upward, supporting the table with both hands, one foot on the table first, and then the whole person stood firmly in the outer corridor of the building.

He glanced back and saw that the edge of the guardrail had bent into an indescribable twist.

There was a sticky and sandy feeling in his hand, and Xu Fang looked at it and found that it was the brown-red rust on the iron railing that had been produced by the wind, sun and rain.

At the back of the building, there is a large area of demolition houses, bricks and reinforced concrete, in a mess.

He had just seen it below, and there was a hole in the second big glass from right to left, and Xu Fang pursed his lips, thinking that it was at least good that he had saved the step that would cause him to feel guilty.

As soon as he entered, Xu Fang knew what kind of place this was, and there were rows of wooden shelves everywhere, and the wooden shelves were divided into countless partitions, and each partition contained books divided by category.

The building is a library, and then I opened a book, and the first page was printed with a round red stamp on the blank ground, and it was written in a regular manner, "Jianlian Library."

The light in the library was very dim, and he glanced around and found that this place, even on a sunny day, probably did not see much light.

The part of the wooden shelves he had come in was quite neat, and the more he walked inside, the more embarrassed he became, the dusty ceiling and small lamps, the broken wooden shelves, the scattered books, the fallen papers, the dirty floors, and the footprints he had stepped on.

Xu Fang stood in place, confused for a moment, the person asked him to come to this place, except for this address, the person did not give any extra literal information, especially did not leave any information that could contact the person.

Then he narrowed his eyes and thought about it, and it seemed that the man had not wanted to meet him in the first place.

Here, then, he looked around, and there was probably something the man was going to show him.

The surroundings were quiet and scary, Xu Fang licked his lower lip, and then closed his eyes.

The first photo of the fake courier from Jiaxing is the scene of his father being nailed to the tank by chains, and the second is the headline of a daily newspaper published by a local newspaper in Jiaxing in 02, indicating the cause of his father's death.

Then there is the brown envelope with the address note and ......

Xu Fang opened his eyes suddenly, the key!

Xu Fang took off his backpack and squatted down, took out the key from it and put it in his pocket, and then took out a small flashlight in the mezzanine of the backpack.

The person who delivered the message to him probably wouldn't have come, and as for the key, if he guessed correctly, it should have been used to open a place here.

From sending the fake courier, to the elimination of all the fingerprints on the items in the courier, and even guiding him anonymously all the way here, everything shows that the man does not want to expose himself.

A cool breath seeped out of his throat and eyes, seeping into his teeth, like a dangerous secret hidden in the middle of the night being scarred by a passerby.

Clicking, the subtle sound behind him pulled into his nerves like a wire string, he squeezed the flashlight in his hand and slowly turned his head.

There was no one behind him, Xu let go of his throat, suppressed the solemnity in his eyebrows, and raised his feet to walk in the direction of the sound.

In the corner, the voice paused, then continued, sounding like walking.

He approached, stopped, clasped his big hand on the edge of the wooden bookshelf, turned the head and tail of the flashlight with his right hand, pressed his eyes, and then stepped out of his footsteps.

A dirty black cat with green eyes glanced at him, turned around and fled with something in its mouth.

Xu Fang glanced at where the black cat was, and there were a few pieces of minced meat and a gray tail.

It's a mouse's.

Xu Fang's muscles all over his body were tense, the wind was whispering in his ears, but his head gradually calmed down.

Xu Fang had found the door on the basement floor, and before that, he had searched through the third or fourth floor, as well as tried all the existing cabinets.

The one in front of you is the only door left in the building except for the main gate.

On the wall to the left of the door is a bronze oval plaque, which is rusty and damp, but it is not difficult to distinguish the words on it.

Collection room.

Looking closer, there is a relatively small English font at the bottom - Collectio

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