The chains were broken and rusty, and the chains were covered in cobwebs, which was clearly not something that had happened recently.

"Huh!" Cuckoo Mountain was also surprised, "What's going on?" ”

"It's fine, it just means you're wrong, someone has been in." Wu Xie Dao, through the fence of the iron gate, shone a flashlight below, and there were debris piled up on the stairs, not to mention dust, and an old smell came up.

"You're not going to want to go down, are you? How dirty it is! He said.

Wu Xie was also hesitating whether it was necessary to go down, which seemed to have nothing to do with the purpose of his coming here. There may be a million reasons why the chains are broken, and they may not even be locked at all. But even if there is an extremely bizarre reason, I give up after thinking about it.

Just as he was about to leave, the flashlight flicked under the conditioned reflex and shone on the seal by the door.

It may be the sequelae left by the rubbing, Wu Xie always has to take a look when he sees the brush words, or it may be that the position of this seal is strange, too low, a little dazzling, in short, he subconsciously looked at it.

At first glance, he was stunned, the old seal was firmly attached to the door, and it was not broken.

"Strange, look!" Wu Xie said to Du Juan Mountain, "It seems that this seal was pasted later. ”

He leaned over to look at it, and also felt strange, and said, "It may be that the office found that the iron chain was cut, so he put a seal on it." ”

"That's even weirder, why don't you put a new chain on it? What is a seal used for? Wu Xie said, going to look at the words on the seal, "People who have broken the chains will be afraid of the seal?" ”

"There's nothing of value here. Maybe they don't think the value of what is inside is as valuable as a chain! ”

"Makes sense." Wu Xie felt a little funny. Owning something doesn't mean having the value of it. These old archives are not only worthless to people nowadays, but they may also require a lot of money to dispose of, which is why they are still lying here.

The words on the seal read: July 6, 1990, sealed by the Institute of Archaeology of XX University.

Wu Xie is a rubbing, very intuitive for notes, those few brush words are written well, this calligraphy must be imitated from a more common calligrapher, and it feels very familiar.

Looking at the date above, the seal should have been in 1990, when Chen Wenjin had disappeared, and this matter should have nothing to do with them.

Wu Xie said happily in his heart, yes! Hope is completely gone, go back and start all over again! So he beckoned Rhododendron Mountain to open the way. He didn't want to stay here too long, after all, it wasn't a good thing, and he was relieved to hear him say go.

Going back the way you came, everything went well.

The civilized world is much looser than the ancient tomb experience, Wu Xie is not nervous at all, even if he is seen? A hundred guards are not as ruthless as rice dumplings!

Back at the hotel, Wu Xie felt very uncomfortable, so the road in front of him was actually much narrower. If the archives can't find any clues, what else can be pondered?

It's a bit unbelievable to think about it, why is there no file? Is it really as Cuckoo Mountain said? The possibility is actually not very large, as long as the Xisha incident happened, the archives must be there, those archives are not a bag can be filled, if they are really destroyed, maybe half of the row of file shelves will be emptied. But all the files are stuffed tightly, not like they've been pulled out.

Wu Xie realized that maybe his preconceived notions were wrong. There are students in the archaeological team, and it may not have anything to do with the university. These students may be interns who have already worked, so Wen Jin's place may not necessarily be this institute.

Thinking of this, Wu Xie felt much better, turned on the computer again, and began to find and merge the materials of other research institutes, and copied them down one by one, preparing to continue to ask people tomorrow. Anyway, he has time, so it's better to check them one by one, so as not to leave regrets.

After copying, I lay on the bed and filtered it, thinking about what the next process was. Some of these units are strict, some are loose, and they have to start with the simplest.

Looking at the copied message, he suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if the things in this book made him care a little bit, and he didn't have a clue when he thought about it carefully.

Is it obsessive-compulsive disorder?

Laughed, and suddenly shook, and the seal flashed through his mind, research institute, research institute, research institute...... Institute of Archaeology, XX University......

Wu Xie suddenly came to his senses, why did he look at the words on the seal so familiar just now!

- It was his own handwriting!

Wu Xie's scalp exploded, his whole body trembled, and his heart said, "What's going on?" In 1990, there was my handwriting on the seal of a university in Changsha? ”

Wrong! It's certainly not wrong! Wu Xie thought to himself, this kind of thing could not happen, but at the same time, he understood very well that his intuition about handwriting, the professional instinct of hundreds of thousands of rubbings, would definitely not deceive people.

That's a coincidence, he learned thin gold font, maybe that person also learned this font, so it's a bit similar in Shen Yun.

Wu Xie patted his head and found a hundred reasons for this, just like a man who wants to find an excuse to explain himself after cheating. I felt ridiculous when I thought about it in the end, knowing that these excuses would never fool me.

Wu Xie looked at his watch, it was midnight, and it was unrealistic to call Cuckoo Mountain out again at this time, but he couldn't sleep tonight. Anyway, the door was outside the archives, and you couldn't see it without a key, so I cleaned it up, pulled Wang Meng, knocked on A-Ning's door, and the three of them set off again to see what was going on at the university.