Feng Jin blucked himself together and began to examine the labels on the doors of each archive, which showed the contents of the archives and the year they were kept. I don't know if I don't know it, I was shocked when I saw it, there are quite a lot of materials in the school history museum, such as the files of previous students, the files of every teacher, the yearbooks of each year, etc., all of which are neatly stacked together, and it is very convenient to consult.

He walked past the door of one archive room after another, and he knew what kind of files were kept inside just by looking at the labels on the doors. Walking around the hallway, looking at the labels on all the archives doors on the first floor, I still couldn't find what I was looking for. Feng Jin comforted himself that important things should not be placed on the first floor, so go up to the second floor to take a look first.

As soon as I went up to the second floor, I found that the layout here was a little different. The hallway, which is exactly the same as the first floor, is darkly lit, and the walls on both sides are empty, and the wall skin is peeling off so badly that it seems that no one has been here for dozens of years.

The contrast between the first floor and the second floor was so strong that Feng Jin felt like he was in a horror movie, and he felt very uncomfortable in this environment, and he desperately wanted to escape from here. It's no wonder that almost no one usually comes to the school history museum, it turns out that not only is it terrible to be deserted, but even the environment is comparable to a ghost movie.

Feng Jin's nerves tensed, although he didn't feel the danger, he unconsciously felt nervous in this environment, he tried to breathe as calmly as possible, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. I can't say why, obviously this is an ordinary place, Feng Jin felt that his reaction was a little abnormal, thinking about how many miles he walked in the middle of the night, he had never been afraid, and he had passed more cemeteries than the roads he had walked, and today he was so frightened that he didn't dare to take half a step forward in this dark and secluded school history museum.

Feng Zhen smiled self-deprecatingly, what a broken place, it's the same as in the movie, I think I have been fighting countless ghosts since I was a child, and an ancient house will naturally not be in the eyes of this uncle. When he was brave enough, Feng Jin began to take steps to check the label on the door.

The label on the second floor is obviously not as clear as on the first floor, and many of the handwriting on it has been blurred, and it is impossible to tell what is written, so Feng Jin can only rely on guessing. The difficulty of this work is very great, the words on the label are all handwritten, although the handwriting is neat, but unfortunately it is old, and the handwriting on the yellowed paper is blurred.

I can vaguely identify the contents of some of the labels, most of them are such as school financial files, work records of previous principals, and various administrative documents, etc., Feng Jin feels very bored when he looks at it, until now he has not found the slightest archive about the history of the school, Feng Jin wonders if he is in the wrong place, could it be hidden on the third floor?

From the outside, the school history museum does have three floors, but the stairs just now did not lead to the third floor, Feng Jin was puzzled for a while, how could this building be such a brain-dead design? It's unlikely that at that time, the people who designed the building were all masters, and it was impossible for people to ignore this basic problem, there must be some reason why he had to hide the stairs...

Feng Jin felt that it was getting more and more interesting, and there was something else in the school history museum of Shishan University! How many secrets are hidden in this building, Feng Jin is desperate to find the entrance to the third floor. Logically speaking, if there is no obvious staircase leading to the third floor, then there must be a hidden way to reach the third floor, otherwise the existence of the third floor would not be necessary. It's just that why did he hide the path, Feng Jin felt that this should not be a matter for himself to consider, too brain-burning questions would make him chatter, it was better to be an ordinary person.

After going around the corridor on the second floor, I didn't find anything of much value, and Feng Jin felt very disappointed. The school history museum hides the archives so deeply, it is completely unreasonable, especially in these archives on the second floor, it seems that the door of the archives has not been opened for almost ten years, and almost no one has come to maintain it, and I don't know if the materials in it have been damp and rotten, or suffered from rat plagues.

It seems that the staff of the entire school history museum is only the security guard in the hall on the first floor, and there are no archivists working here. Feng Jin prefers to believe that the staff is derelict in their duties, and they receive their salaries but do not come to work all year round, resulting in almost no one here.

But he couldn't control these things, he just felt that he couldn't find the information he wanted, and he couldn't even find anyone who asked, which was incredible, and he was still very angry. Feng Jing thought that there was no way to go on like this, there were too many materials in the school history museum, and there was no special person to sort them out, and the placement of many materials must be disorganized, and the stupidest way was to check the past one by one.

Feng Jin first picked a room labeled as a work note of the previous principals, the old-fashioned wooden door was almost about to fall down, Feng Jin didn't dare to push it with too much force, and carefully opened the door a crack, just enough to accommodate the next person to pass through.

The air in the archives was very bad, and as Feng Zhen guessed, it was very humid, and there was a thick musty smell in the air, which made his nose very uncomfortable. Feng Jin regretted that he didn't bring a mask here, and his throat would be extremely uncomfortable after staying in such an environment for a long time.

Not only is the air humid, but the dust is also very thick, and the document bags are covered with a thick layer of dust, and no one has touched it for many years.

The yellowed paper recorded the principal's daily work records, basically some of the progress of the school's daily management work and the results of the discussion.

The paper in it is darker in color, and it looks older, Feng Jin found a one with the year written on it, which was written on July 18, 1968, and the name of the person who signed the payment was Luo Zhongsheng. Feng Jin didn't understand much of the content of the document at first, to the effect that the school had begun to make a major adjustment, and was instructed by the superiors to fully cooperate with the school.

Feng Jin was confused, this kind of superior document looked very ordinary, but the above Principal Luo wrote a lot of words, such as "I am ashamed of the previous principals", "I didn't keep everyone" and other inexplicable words, and wrote a lot of pages, Feng Jin felt that this was not like a principal's work diary at all, but like his personal diary.

And the above content is very strange, Feng Jin looked at it for a long time and didn't know what he meant, what was it that made the principal feel guilty?

Feng Jin flipped through the other pages of documents, but could not find an explanation for this matter, so he simply stopped looking at the other document bags.

Just as he was about to leave the archive room to take a look at the other rooms, Feng Jin noticed that one of the file bags actually had a clear palm print on it. (To be continued.) )