Ming Chuan drooped his eyelids, bent down, picked up the piece of paper that had reached the bottom of his feet, and glanced at it, it was the introduction to the old town that he had seen before. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because it didn't match the information he was looking for, he only read a rough description of this paragraph, and then picked it up and scanned it again, but still didn't see any important information, so he pouted and began to put it away.

Fortunately, it was only one of them that was blown away, and it didn't take much effort to sort it out.

Just cleaned up, Huang Qiubo came over. After greeting him for a few words, and telling him that they were about to get off work, Mingchuan had no choice but to say goodbye, and said that he would come back tomorrow to continue checking.

When he walked to the courtyard on the first floor, Ming Chuan saw a three-wheeled electric garbage truck parked in front of the flower bed, and the boxes behind the car were full of garbage, and flies hovered over it, making a "buzzing" sound, which made people feel very irritated.

The old man who collected the garbage was not nearby, Mingchuan did not stop, just glanced at it in a hurry, and left the archives.

"Your Excellency. Walking in the narrow dark alley, Shadow Lan nodded out of the shadow under his feet, "Didn't you care about that just now?"

Of course, Mingchuan knew what it was talking about, and said lightly: "It doesn't seem to be malicious, it doesn't matter if you leave it alone." It should disappear on its own after a while. ”

"Oh. Yinglan naturally agreed with Mingchuan's statement as usual.

"Let's not mention that, did you feel something wrong when you were in the data room just now?" asked Ming Chuan.

"No, I don't. Shadow Lan asked, confused, "What just happened?" Could it have happened while it was distracted?

"Nope. Ming Chuan shook his head, his brows furrowed slightly.

He didn't feel any ghostly aura or anything special, but he always felt that the gust of wind before was a little strange.

Could it be that you are nervous?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh a little.

Anyway, I'm coming back tomorrow, so I'll check it out then. Now it's better to go back first, I made an appointment with Cheng Jin in the afternoon, if I go back late and let that guy wait, I will be told a little.

……

When Cheng Jinlai changed the dressing for his wound, his tone was still quite unkind as usual.

Ming Chuan was not as knowledgeable as him, his eyelids drooped the whole time, smoking a cigarette with a half-asleep expression, and he seemed indifferent to his injuries.

Cheng Jin was also accustomed to his attitude, and he was about to leave after quickly packing up.

Ming Chuan stopped him and asked lightly, "How many times do I need to change this medicine?"

Cheng Jin glanced at him and replied coldly, "I'll come back in two days." ”

"Where is your clinic?" asked Ming Chuan.

Although this doctor has no morals and a bad temper, his medical skills are quite good, and the key is that he can provide door-to-door service. Just right for someone like him who doesn't like to go to the hospital.

In the future, he may still be injured, and then he will not have to run to the hospital. And this guy knows about the existence of ghosts, which is convenient for him in every way.

Cheng Jin glanced at him, took out a business card from his wallet and handed it over, and said with a sneer: "If you need to, you can call the phone directly." ”

After a slight pause, Cheng Jin added with a mocking smile: "Don't say I didn't remind you, my visit fee is very expensive. ”

He took the business card and glanced at it, then tucked it into his pocket.

Sending Cheng Jin away, Ming Chuan did not go out, but sat in the living room and took out a notebook, opened it and looked at it carefully.

This notebook was the one he had brought with him, and when he was searching for information in the archives, he casually recorded some inquiries that he thought were more useful.

At this time, he opened and re-watched it, and some places that he hadn't thought of at the time slowly surfaced in his head, and he gained more than when he was looking through the materials before.

However, Rao still has no clue about the store where Dahua is located, and it seems that he can only continue to run tomorrow. I just don't know if there will be anything to be gained tomorrow.

……

The next day, Ming Chuan came to the archives as promised, and it was still Huang Qiubo who received him. But this time he also met two other staff members, both of whom were women in their forties, and when they saw Huang Qiubo and Ming Chuan, they greeted them with a smile.

Huang Qiubo didn't give them any extra introduction, and directly led Ming Chuan upstairs, came to the archive room yesterday, helped him unlock the door, and left him here alone.

Ming Chuan didn't care about these little things, for him, he came here to check the information, and other people's attitudes didn't matter. It is enough to be willing to open the door for him, and it is enough for him not to be embarrassed.

Like yesterday, after opening the window, he pulled out a few related folders from the tin cabinet, then turned the wooden box over and sat on it, smoking a cigarette and quickly flipping through it.

Because the archive is located deep in the alley, the noise of the street is isolated, and a few car horns can be heard in the distance, sounding as if they are from another world. The surroundings were unusually quiet, except for the "squeak" sound of the overhead fan turning and the rattle of turning the pages.

Quickly flipped through the basic information in his hand, Ming Chuan stood up and walked to the iron cabinet, ready to smoke a few more.

As soon as his finger touched the spine of a book, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of something moving next to him.

Ming Chuan's eyes turned to see a file folder slip from the cabinet and fall to the ground with a thud.

What did he just stumble upon before?

No way, he was still far away from the cabinet, and no matter how unintentionally he was, he couldn't touch it.

I didn't feel any special ghostly aura around, and I didn't see any suspicious shadows.

"Shadow. Ming Chuan called in a low voice.

"Your Excellency. Shadow Lan emerged from the ground.

"Look around and see what's going on. Ming Chuan commanded. He didn't believe it was a coincidence. How could a well-placed folder fall for no reason?

Shadow Lan flew out, and Ming Chuan's eyes swept around the room, then walked over to the folder that had fallen to the ground, and bent down to pick it up.

Ming Chuan, who turned two pages of the material inside, knew that he had already read it yesterday, and he still roughly remembered that the content was a brief introduction to the old town.

Thinking of what happened in this room yesterday, Ming Chuan had a vague idea in his heart.

After a while, Shadow Lan returned, shook her head at him, and said, "There are no ghosts nearby. ”

"Didn't you?" Ming Chuan was stunned for a moment, he knew that Ying Lan would not lie to him, and there could be no omission, since it said so, then there were indeed no ghosts in this room.

But......

He looked down at the folder in his hand, muttered for a moment, and pulled out a page. (To be continued.) )