The three of them took a taxi over, but they didn't have a work permit from Azalea Mountain, and the guards wouldn't let them in.

Wu Xie bought a bag of Chinese "bribes. Bribe" the doorman, and they easily blended in, returning to the old auditorium from memory.

The lights of the whole school were all turned off, only the street lights were lit, and it was terrible darkness all around.

A Ning and Wang Meng followed Wu Xie closely and went all the way to the underground archives.

Wu Xie went directly to look at the words on the seal, and the handwriting naturally didn't run, it was there.

He hurriedly used a flashlight to shine - July 6, 1990, sealed by the Institute of Archaeology of XX University.

This time he saw more clearly, his mind was clear, and every stroke was clear. Looking at it, cold sweat slid down his cheeks.

It's really his handwriting.

Wu Xie was stunned and almost collapsed.

"Hey, Wu Xie!" Seeing that Wu Xie's mood was wrong, Ah Ning hurriedly spoke, "What's wrong?" ”

Wu Xie froze and shook his head to indicate that it was okay. Now is not the time to think about this, although it is really scary to think about it.

"For me, it's all over, but for you, nothing really begins." The third uncle's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and the long-lost feeling of a splitting headache began to hover in his mind again.

Wu Xie took a deep breath, wanting to dispel these things, and began to reassemble all the fragments in his mind. Previous experience had taught him that it was useless at this time, and that once he became irritable, it was difficult to calm down, and he had to calm down before he became irritable.

Wu Xie remembered that in the video sent by Chen Wenjin, there was a person who looked very similar to him, what happened to him? How exactly should this be explained?

Wu Xie was in a state of confusion, and he had no clue at all, which was even more of a headache than the matter of the third uncle.

"Shall we go in now, then?" A-Ning took the flashlight and shone into the space behind the seal.

The black rumbling below, like the tomb of an ancient tomb, Wu Xie had a painful experience in Golmud, and he couldn't help but be a little afraid.

"Boss?" Wang Meng also looked at Wu Xie suspiciously, waiting for him to make a decision.

Wu Xie put aside his bad thoughts, carefully pulled out the iron chain, put it aside, his hands were full of rust slag, and then tore the seal, and when he walked down, he took two breaths, and was choked by the dust that came out of his tears.

The staircase was a mess, full of old tables and chairs.

Walking down, I saw a door that was the same as the archive room above, unlocked. I took a picture of it, and it was exactly the same room as the one above, but there were no files in it, and it was full of clutter.

After taking a look, I couldn't help but be a little disappointed, this is not the old archive room that Du Juan Mountain said at all, but a sundries warehouse. And looking at this garbage, maybe this house was piled up here when it was built, a thick layer of dust.

They walked in and covered their mouths and noses with their sleeves, the smell of dust was so pungent and uncomfortable that it was very uncomfortable.

There were messy footprints on the ground, and there was also a layer of ash on them, obviously it was not a short time to step on them, probably when something happened back then. The footprints were stacked in one row, and it was possible to see that there were two or three people, walking very erratically, all the way to the inside of the warehouse.

Follow the footprints, look at the clutter around you, and can't tell what they are. A few steps deeper, I could barely see that there were many large wooden chests.

Walking to the end of the warehouse, there was a little less clutter, there was a large square box, covered with something, and the footprints went all the way to the box, Wu Xie squatted down to look, and found that they did not stop in front of the box, and the footprints were pressed under the box.

"Boss, this box was pushed in later." Wang Meng arrived.

That is, they blocked something. At the angle between this box and the corner of the wall, there will inevitably be a space in it, and what is in it to block?

Wu Xie said to Wang Meng: "Go, push away." ”

"Huh?" Wang Meng's face turned green, "Boss, this ......"

"I'll go if I tell you to!" Wu Xie Dao.

"Boss lady......" Wang Meng looked at A-Ning.

Wu Xie's face suddenly turned red, but fortunately, the light was dim and he couldn't see it. He slapped Wang Meng on the back of the head: "What are you calling!" If you are told to go, you will go! Then he looked at Aning, "Aning, don't listen to his nonsense." ”

"......," Aning nodded amusedly.

Wang Meng had no choice but to swallow his saliva and carefully push the box. The box was so heavy that his face turned the color of pig liver before he stepped aside.

Wu Xie took a flashlight, and in the corner behind him, there were several large piles of files.

These are really old files, gnawed by rats, and they are full of rat feces. I took a random one, which should have been an old document at that time, and my face was full of ash.

If someone has flipped it, it will inevitably be different, Wu Xie hurriedly instructed Wang Meng to take a closer look, is there anything suspicious?

Tiptoeing around the pile of documents, it didn't take long for Wang Meng to make a discovery, and when he looked over, it turned out that there were several stacks of documents on the ground that were neatly placed. Four stacks side by side, put together to form a square.

Wang Meng said: "Boss, do you think that's what you mean?" The man looked through it here, and was too tired to stand, so he made a stool out of these papers. ”

Wu Xie nodded, indeed, he could almost imagine the situation at that time. The man sat down on the file stool and could look more closely.

I turned 360 degrees in place to determine which direction the person was facing when he was sitting, and then I found that if I was facing the back, the shelf on one side could be used as a flashlight as a lamp.

Ah Ning took a few steps back and made way for Wu Xie to recreate the situation in his mind as he put the flashlight on and looked down at his feet.

Clearing the dust, there were a few old cigarette butts in front of him, and in front of him, there was a stack of papers.

A large envelope here weighs at least four or five pounds, and it is impossible to hold the scattered documents in your hand. The pile in front of Wu Xie may have been used by him as a table. That's what he's looking at.

But it was still useless, there were documents all around, and it was impossible to guess what he was looking for, maybe he found what he needed and took it away.

Ah Ning watched Wu Xie do a few flipping through the file with a little fascination, came to Wang Meng's side, and asked in a low voice, "Is your boss often like this?" ”

Wang Meng glanced at Wu Xie and saw that he didn't pay attention to the two of them, so he replied in a low voice: "Our boss doesn't get sick often, it's only when he's fascinated occasionally." ”

Looking at A-Ning's speechless appearance, Wang Meng looked proud, hehe, boss, don't blame me! Boss, you just chase it slowly!

If A-Ning heard his heart, he would definitely be even more speechless, Wang Meng, have you forgotten that I am chasing your boss.

Wu Xie asked Wang Meng to hand him an envelope, opened it and put it on the "table" in front of him, picked up one and flipped through it.

Then he recalled his usual habits, and while pondering, he folded the pages he had read with his right hand, and when he reached a certain thickness, he put them far aside, and put them very neatly.

This is one of his habits, because when he is engaged in rubbing, the whole table is often paper, very messy, and he likes to let go far away and distinguish it from other documents. And the distance of letting go must be within reach.

He looked around to see if there was a place he could put anything within this distance, and he saw a stack of papers stacked on a box on his right, and reached over at just the right distance.

Wu Xie chuckled in his heart, a little resistant, but he only hesitated for a moment and took the paper.

He put a stack of files on the pile of papers in front of him, the first one was a table, it seemed to be a budget for allowances, there were several names, and the most allowances were four hundred and forty-seven, ninety-two yuan.

He quickly noticed a line in the corner of the form: Allowance Table for Expatriate Personnel of the Archaeological Project of Zhangjiapu Site in Shangsi, Guangxi.

That's right! That's it!

"Found it?" A-Ning stepped forward and asked.

"Hmm." Wu Xie nodded, flipped the page, all the pages have been scrambled, and below is an extension of the table, all of which are the names of some people, and there is a chapter at the end, which is indeed the stamp of this archaeological institute.

He saw a date in the poke, a document from 1956. Then there is a summary of the data, not mimeographed, all handwritten records, what room number, schematic diagrams, etc. The handwriting was sloppy, because of what had just happened, so he subconsciously looked at the notes, which were completely strangers' words, and there were a lot of differences, obviously not a person was recording.

Wu Xie quickly flipped through it, and only after the fourteenth or fifth page did he see something different, which was a plan of the Qing Dynasty's "Style Lei".

He flipped through it again, and there were more than a dozen pages, and finally the index page of the document, indicating how many things were in it, and his heart moved, and he took it and corresponded to the information inside, and found that there were six sheets of paper missing from the number of pages alone.

If you guessed correctly, it was taken by that person at that time. What is in his hands now is the key, but even so, it is a big breakthrough for him who has no clue at all.

"Let's go back and read these documents." Aning said.

"Okay." Wu Xie sorted out the documents in his hand, looked around again, and knew that there was no way to gain anything here, so he beckoned Wang Meng, who was still rummaging, to go back.

"Wang Meng, let's go!" A-Ning screamed a few times before he came back to his senses.

Wu Xie walked over: "What are you doing?" ”

Wang Meng shone a flashlight on the corner of the warehouse and asked, "Boss, what is that for?" ”

Wu Xie looked up and saw that behind the debris over there, there was a cage welded horizontally and vertically with iron bars.

Looking over, the cage was half a man tall and rusty.

Wang Meng used a flashlight to shine inside, shining a broken bowl: "Is it a cage for dogs?" ”

Wu Xie shook his head, and then asked Wang Meng not to rub in, he and A Ning still had to verify some things.