As each layer appeared in front of An Qitong's eyes, with the use of his ability, An Qitong also found that this library was really clean, as if there had never been a zombie here. The bookshelves on each floor are still neatly arranged, and the books on the shelves are still quietly waiting for those who come to read the books, as they were before the end of the world.

Starting from the second floor, at the junction of the stairs on each floor, there is a small service desk, next to the service desk is the registration desk for borrowing books, and behind the registration desk, there is a small room with a sign hanging on the door for the lounge.

An Qitong, Lin Zihao and the others went up to the fifth floor and stood next to the registration office, looking at the space with the same layout on this floor, An Qitong frowned.

"It seems that there are still no zombies here, is this library really so lucky that there are no zombies?"

Yun Lei frowned, this place is simply different from the filth and fishy smell that can be seen everywhere in the last days, but it makes people feel unreal, and there is always a strange feeling in it.

"Don't worry, I'll take a look first."

An Qitong motioned for everyone not to move first, she found the floor plan of the fifth floor, and wanted to find the specific location of the archives.

The rows of bookshelves in front of him blocked An Qitong's vision, except for being able to see clearly in front of him, he couldn't see anything behind the bookshelves and beyond.

The floor plan shows that the fifth floor is the same as the downstairs base as a whole, but in the southeast corner, there is a room of about 100 square meters, which is exactly where An Qitong and the others are looking for.

"Let's take a closer look at this level and make sure there's no danger. Let's go back to the archives. ”

An Qitong pointed to the place in the archive room on the floor plan, and said with a serious expression, it was too clean here, which made her feel unreal, as if she was used to the dirty and smelly environment everywhere in the last days, but this kind of clean place made her very uncomfortable.

It seems that she is used to the end times.

For An Qitong's proposal, everyone did not object, and walked cautiously among the bookshelves. Basically, every row is not spared. Until the four of them were divided into groups and inspected the entire fifth floor.

The end result was still nothing, except dust, only books and bookshelves.

"Looks like that's all that's left in the archive. What do you think. We're resting and resting. Or do you want to go in and check it out now? ”

Yun Lei pointed to a wooden door in front of the four of them, and the sign of the archive room was clearly hung on the door, and the doorknob was on it. Surprisingly, there was not a bit of dust.

"Let's go in directly, that's all that's left here, besides, you should have noticed that something is wrong with this door, it's been so long, it's been all over the place, why is there nothing on this handle?"

An Qitong reached out and touched the handle, and it was really clean.

There is only one case in this situation, and that is when something has recently come into contact with it and wiped all the dust off it.

An Qitong quietly took a step back and closed her eyes, she wanted to see what was inside.

I didn't dare to turn the handle at will, because I didn't know if it was a person inside, or if it was a powerful zombie. However, An Qitong prefers the former, because zombies don't wipe the doorknob so clean.

The door was dark, obviously the curtains were closed, the same as the outside, and the room was also lined with bookshelves, but on top were file boxes of the same size.

Each box was labeled with a name, indicating what was in the box, and An Qitong only looked at the nearest row and found something that interested her.

"What we are looking for is inside, this archive should be to preserve the history of G City, according to the chronological order, from the door to the inside, I think, we are looking for the history of modern times, especially in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, should be on the back shelf."

An Qitong was a little happy, it was good to find it, this trip proved that it was right.

"Then what are you waiting for, hurry inside."

Bai Ze said, and was about to reach out to turn the handle, but was blocked by An Qitong.

"Bai Ze, don't worry, there are no zombies in this archive, but I feel that there is something else in it."

An Qitong said with a serious expression and shook his head slightly, because, through the observation just now, all the places in this archive that could get sunlight were blocked, that is to say, there was no trace of light inside, in this case, it was best to hide something.

If it weren't for her clairvoyance ability, she probably wouldn't have dared to go in so rashly, so she needed to take a good look.

"Keep an eye on your surroundings, I'll take a good look."

An Qitong said, standing in front of the door, magnifying the ability, and the situation in the entire archive room appeared in her eyes.

There was nothing unusual near the door, the bookshelves were all well placed, and the file boxes on them were neatly arranged, and after counting the ten rows of bookshelves, they began to look different.

The shelves were clearly moved, and the spacing began to get smaller, and the further you go, the narrower the distance between the shelves became, until the rows behind them fit together perfectly. On the ground next to the bookshelf, large and small floors are spread horizontally and vertically all over the ground.

And these floors, sitting or walking, have different shapes, and the only thing that is the same is that they are all numb and full of gloomy faces.

The reason why An Qitong thinks those are people is because everyone still has breathing.

A rough count shows that there are about twenty survivors locked up in this archive.

"There are people in there, living people, but I don't feel like those people are good."

An Qitong opened his eyes, turned around, and told the situation in the archive room.

There was no expression on his face, An Qitong just finished speaking very calmly, and then waited quietly, wanting to see what everyone said.

"An An, a group of survivors?"

Lin Zihao nodded, not surprised at all, he could even guess that the situation inside must not be very good.

"Yes, there are about twenty of them, but I feel like they've been locked up for a long time, and we are standing here talking, and they shouldn't not be unheard, let alone unresponsive, unless something happens to them."

"Are they all deaf?"

Bai Ze was puzzled, the four of them did not deliberately lower their words, as long as they had the heart, they could hear it, but now, except for the four of them, he didn't hear any other movement.

"Deaf or not, I don't know, I guess, they must have lost the ability to perceive the outside world."

An Qitong shook his head, everything needs them to open the door to know, even if it is not for those people, they need to go in, and the secrets that need to be inquired are still inside.

"The door is locked."

Lin Zihao quietly turned the doorknob, but unfortunately he couldn't open the door.

"Excuse me, this doesn't bother me."

As Yun Lei spoke, he saw that the doorknob was quickly twisted into a ball, and finally fell from the door, leaving a small hole three fingers wide.

Stretching out his hand to open the door, An Qitong remained vigilant, not worried that there would be any powerful people inside, but worried about those survivors who had been locked up for a long time.

Fresh air poured into the archives with the door opened, and Yun Lei also controlled the air ability, bringing out the turbid air inside to make them feel more comfortable.

"Cloud Thunder, try to open those curtains and use your abilities."

An Qitong pointed to the left-hand side and signaled that the curtain was over there.

Yun Lei nodded, and with a little force, a strong wind blew over there. The wind lifted the curtains and flew up, and the sun outside the house slammed into the archives, which stimulated the survivors in the original room.

The men began to roar, and kept avoiding the sunlight, as if the sunlight were a terrible thing, and where there was a shadow, it would burrow.

Look panicked, afraid! (To be continued.) )