S Municipal Archives, located in the old town to the west of the city. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Unlike the city centre, the streets of the old town are narrow, only two lanes wide, and the roads are lined with dense shade, so you can feel the coolness for a moment even on a hot summer day. It's just that the coolness is quickly washed away by the various small vendors that fill the sidewalks, and the noise of the crowd will make people even hotter.

Noisy, noisy, dirty. Even S City, which is known for its cleanliness and tidiness, still has such nooks and crannies.

Mingchuan doesn't hate such places.

The noisier it is, the more vibrant it is, and the less likely it is to have ghosts.

After walking along the street through the crowd for a while, I turned into a dark alley.

The dark alleys were very deep, and the surrounding area soon became quiet under the barrier of earthen walls and houses. The previous bustling street seemed to be separated from him by a layer, and the sound became very distant.

There was a foul smell in the air, and the sour and rancid garbage was mixed with a strong stench, making the summer heat even more unbearable.

There is a garbage station not far in front of it, and the smell comes from there.

Ming Chuan frowned and sped up.

When I passed by the garbage station, I saw an old man cleaning up the garbage there.

Ming Chuan glanced at the old man, who turned his back to him and used a shovel to shovel the garbage into the back box of an electric tricycle garbage truck, leaving him only a slightly rickety dirty back.

He didn't slow down and quickly left the garbage truck behind.

He didn't want to meddle in things.

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Passing through the dark alley, you will see a courtyard surrounded by a wall, and in the courtyard stands a small three-story building, which is the archives of S City.

The big iron gate outside the yard is closed, and through the fence of the iron gate, you can see the small overgrown flower beds in the yard, and there is a tall pine tree standing in the center of the flower beds, which is dirty because no one takes care of it all year round, and the duty room next to the gate is empty.

It's not a day off, is it? No one goes to work?

Ming Chuan was puzzled, stretched out his hand and pushed it towards the iron door, and he heard a "squeak", and the iron door was pushed open by him.

It turned out that the iron gate was only hidden and not locked.

Ming Chuan walked in.

Beyond the overgrown flower beds, the whole picture of the old small building was displayed in front of him.

The small three-story building faces the main door, the staircase is on the west, the corridor is outside, and the office door is facing the iron door, which can be seen from the downstairs. Almost all the rooms were closed, not even the windows in the hallway were open, and it looked as if the entire building was empty.

Just as he was wondering, the office on the first floor near the stairs was pushed open, and a short, fat, and ordinary-looking middle-aged man walked out of it, shouting at Ming Chuan as he walked, "What's the matter with you?"

Ming Chuan glanced at the man with drooping eyelids, reported Yan Yijie's name, and explained his intention.

I don't know if Yan Yijie's name played a role, the man's attitude was very kind, and he said with a smile: "You're here to check the information? ”

As he spoke, he walked in front and walked upstairs with Ming Chuan.

"My surname is Huang, my name is Huang Qiubo, if you want to find out anything in the future, you can come to me directly. This little thing doesn't need to trouble Team Yan at all. Huang Qiubo twisted his head and said to Ming Chuan behind him as he walked.

"That's trouble. Ming Chuan half-squinted and said politely to the other party.

"Hehe, no trouble. That's my job. Huang Qiubo also said politely, and then continued with a smile, "Do you want to check the history of S City? Is it modern or ancient? Is there a specific period? Or do you want to check specific historical events?"

"It's modern. Mingchuan replied weakly, "I want to take a look at the past 30 years, not only the history, but also the urban construction of S City." "Although the pedestrian street where Dahua is located has a retro style, the building is very new, and it will never be more than 20 years old.

"Okay. Huang Qiubo said, "This is also a big project, if you really want to take a closer look, it is enough for you to watch it for a few days." ”

While speaking, Huang Qiubo took Ming Chuan to the door of the easternmost office on the third floor, took a large string of keys from his waist, and opened the locked door.

A damp musty smell hit his face, and Ming Chuan raised his hand and waved it in front of him, trying to shake the smell away.

"We have few staff here, and there are not many people who usually come to check the archives, and some places can't manage it. Huang Qiubo explained with a smile, and then gave Ming Chuan a rough introduction to what information was placed in what location, how to find it and other related matters.

Seeing that Mingchuan understood, he immediately smiled and said, "Then you check here first, if there is anything to find me, I will be in the office on the first floor." After saying that, he left Mingchuan here alone and left on his own.

Glancing at the data room, the huge room was full of iron filing cabinets, dusty everywhere, and there was no place to sit. There is no air conditioning, only an old-fashioned ceiling fan overhead, which makes a "squeaky" sound when turned.

I felt snubbed, but Mingchuan didn't care about it. He was used to working alone, and it was better if no one was around to disturb him.

He opened the window, dispelled the musty smell in the scattered room, and walked to the tin cabinet and took out a few books that he wanted to read.

Looking around, he found a wooden box full of miscellaneous items in the corner, he simply poured out the contents of the wooden box, turned the box over, turned it on the ground, put it in front of the window, dusted it off casually, and sat down.

Quickly flipped through a few thick books, smoked a few cigarettes, but did not find the record he was looking for, and was about to continue reading, but there was a "squeak" sound in his ears, and then the door slammed shut.

In order to disperse the musty smell before, Ming Chuan didn't close the door, and after opening the window, it was open for ventilation, and at this time it was suddenly closed, thinking that it was blown by the wind, and he didn't care too much, and continued to rummage through the iron cabinet to find the information he wanted.

However, as soon as the door closed, the air became stagnant, and the fan seemed to stir in a thick slime, unable to easily move it, and the room was unbearably hot.

The musty smell in the hot air was very unpleasant.

Ming Chuan frowned, stood up a little reluctantly, and walked to the gate to open the old wooden door again.

A gust of wind hit the door against the wall next to it, making a loud "bang".

Behind him, there was the sound of paper flipping rapidly, and there was a bang.

Ming Chuan turned his head and looked at the slightly dazzling sunlight outside the window to see that the materials that he had originally placed on the wooden box were blown away by the wind, and the damp pieces of paper were floating everywhere.

Thinking of the need to tidy these up, the corners of Ming Chuan's mouth twitched twice involuntarily.

A piece of paper floated silently to his feet. (To be continued.) )