The man in black has been here before?

The thought of the man in black made me nervous again.

I turned around and saw the door to the archives that was still open.

That guy, he could come back here at any time, I'm going to close the door quickly!

So, I walked back and closed the door again, and I was relieved a little.

It seems that the man in black has left here. Here, he has flipped it over.

Could it be that he is also looking for some archival materials? However, whose file is he looking for? Could it be that it's also about Mary?

I don't know: what is this man in black doing when he breaks into this police station? Perhaps, he didn't come to look for me when he came to this police station, but he happened to bump into me.

But now doesn't seem to be the time for me to figure out the man in black's motives for coming to this policeman. Now, I'm going to find Mary's file first.

Cabinet One? Where is Cabinet 1?

I searched the room, and finally, I found the number one cabinet.

The cabinet is intact and has not been touched because it is locked and there is no sign of vandalism on it.

It seems that the man in black is not targeting this cabinet.

I've found Cabinet No. 1, but I don't have the key to it.

Where will the key be?

I looked around, on the table, on the cabinet, on the wall, everywhere.

Hey, I'm so stupid, how could this key be here? It must have been on the cop who ran the archives.

However, I was still unwilling to leave empty-handed, and looking at the filing cabinet, I really wanted to pick the lock open.

Unfortunately, this time, I don't have a crowbar on me. Otherwise, I could have given it a try.

But I still have a gun! Didn't the policemen on TV have guns and unlock them?

No, no! If I shoot, will I alarm the man in black?

Whatever, if he dares to come in, I'll give him another shot!"

After a fierce ideological struggle, I decided to use a risky move - to shoot and force the lock open.

So, I picked up my gun and shot it at the lock on the cabinet.

The gunshot rang out, but unexpectedly, the bullet hit the lock and bounced.

What kind of lock is this, why is it so hard that it can't even be pierced by bullets?

I was startled and immediately crouched down, bullets whizzing over my head!

It's so dangerous! I almost played with fire and killed myself!

I crouched on the ground, my heart pounding.

However, when I looked down, I found that there was a bunch of keys lying on the floor.

It turned out that the keys had fallen on the floor under the cabinet, and because they had fallen under the cabinet, they were covered again, so I couldn't see the keys unless I crouched down.

The keys, it's so good that I've finally found the keys!

In this set of keys, I found the key to the first cabinet and opened the cabinet.

I'm so lucky! I let out a long sigh of relief, thinking that there was a stack of files in there.

However, when I opened the cabinet, I was depressed again.

Inside the No. 1 cabinet, it turned out to be a simple safe!

What is it? Is it a cabinet within a cabinet, or a matryoshka doll?

I could use a pistol and a key to open the outer closet, but I couldn't do anything about it.

The safe is a three-digit password, from 000 to 999 is possible, is it possible, do I have to dial a thousand times?

I'm feeling hopeless, what should I do? Otherwise, try your luck!

However, after hitting it a few times, luck just didn't happen, which is also a reasonable thing.

What can I do? By the way, here, will there be any codebook or anything like that?

So, I searched in the archives again. Unfortunately, there is no codebook at all.

Suddenly, I thought of the number I had seen on the wall of my bed in the ghost hospital—036, which was also Mary's medical registration number.

Why don't I try this number again?

I dialed the number, but I didn't expect the safe to really open!

Great, that's great!

In the safe, there was a stack of archival materials, and I took them all out. At the bottom of the stack, I finally found the one with the cover labeled "Mary, 21 Ping An Street."

Great, what I'm looking for, this is it!

I flipped through the file, but this time, I was disappointed again.

Mary's name is recorded in the file, and her gender is female, but there is no picture of her attached to it, not a single one.

In the column of kinship, it turned out to be blank, and marital status was also blank.

So, Mary had neither parents nor a husband? Then, what is the relationship between her and that Wu Qiang, they are not husband and wife?

However, it is also possible that they are just lovers, boyfriends and girlfriends, which of course will not be recorded in the official records of the police station.

To my relief, I at least knew Mary's exact address, 21 Ping An Street. Moreover, there is no record in the archives that Mary has died, at least, on an official level, Mary is still alive.

But why is her age not recorded in this file? Is this Mary the same person I'm looking for?

It occurred to me that there was another Mary, the little Mary of the ranger's daughter.

The ranger's family, although they live on Dream Mountain, are most likely residents of Dead Silence. If this Mary, who lives at No. 21 Ping An Street, is the little Mary, then this file has nothing to do with me. However, if this Mary is the little Mary, why is the column of her parents blank?

In any case, I will first go to this Mary's house, which is 21 Ping An Street.

But at this moment, suddenly, the file I was holding in my hand was inexplicably on fire!

The fire came so quickly and so suddenly, I was startled and subconsciously let go of my hand.

Mary's file fell to the ground, but the fire was not extinguished.

Ah, there seem to be a few more pages in the back of the file, and I haven't finished reading them yet! Then I realized that I was going to go and put out the fire.

However, the fire burned so quickly that the file was burned into a pile of ashes in an instant.

Not only that, but the fire spread rapidly, and in less than a few seconds, the archive room was a sea of fire.

I had to get out of here right away, and I rushed to the door, trying to open the door and rush out.

However, the door was locked from the outside!

Could it be that the man in black did it again? He locked the door and was going to burn me here again?

Since I couldn't get out of the front door, I had to turn around and try to find another way.

However, when I rushed back, I was desperate to find that there was no back door in this room, not even a window.

So, I rushed to the front door again. But before I could get there, a puff of smoke rushed towards me.

I was caught off guard and inhaled the smoke. Suddenly, I felt a heavy feeling on my head, and then, I fainted······

When I woke up, I found myself lying on the cold ground.

Where is this?

I got up and looked around.

I was in a small room, surrounded by concrete walls. Here, it is probably less than ten square meters in size, and the space is very small and very depressing.

Looking up, the ceiling above had lost its paint, mottled to a miserable white. A dim lamp shone on my face, revealing an eerie aura.

Directly in front of me was a cold iron door, tightly closed. In the middle of the iron gate, near the top, is a square fence window. At the bottom of the iron gate, there is a rectangular exit like the mouth of the food passage in the kennel, and of course, people can't climb out at all, not even dogs.

What the hell is this place?

I walked to the iron gate and looked out through the square iron bar.

Outside the door, there is an empty aisle. The aisles were dark, with only a faint light. However, I still saw that on the opposite side, there was also an iron gate, and there was also a square iron fence window in the middle. However, there seemed to be no one inside the iron gate, because it was pitch black inside.

Not only directly opposite, but also diagonally in front of it, and even further away, there is such an identical iron gate. These iron gates are like cold prisons, imprisoning all the vitality.

Jail? Could it be that this is a prison?

I lowered my head, and sure enough, I was wearing a blue and white dress. This dress is very similar to the hospital gown, but it is different. This is a prison uniform!

Am I wearing a prison uniform? Am I really in prison right now?

Even though I didn't have handcuffs on my hands or shackles on my feet, I was locked up and put in a prison!

How did I end up in jail? Wasn't I still in the police department's archives just now? Could it be that the police found me and arrested me here? Do they suspect that I am a thief who entered the archives and stole something?

It's a possibility, because there was a fire in the archives just now, and I inhaled the smoke and fainted. I guess it was later that the police found the fire here, and then found me lying in the archives. When they saw the mess in the archives, they suspected me of being a thief, a thief trying to steal something from here! So, they got me here!

But I'm wronged, I'm not a thief, that man in black is a thief!

Let me out, I am wronged, I am innocent!

My head was lying on the small window, and I wanted to scream out, but when I saw the empty hallway, I was scared again.

In case, it's not those prison guards outside, but the man in black, do I dare to scream?

While he was hesitating, suddenly, a voice came from behind the iron gate opposite.

"It's useless, the people who are locked up here can't get out." A cold voice came from the cell opposite.

I froze, paused for a full three seconds, and finally spoke.

"Who, who are you?"

However, behind the iron gate opposite, there was a dead silence again, only darkness, which remained there.

Is there anyone on the other side? Also a prisoner?

Suddenly, the voice rang out again.

This time, it wasn't coming from the other side, but from the back of my head.

"You can't live without here, as long as the people who come here, no one can get out alive!"

This time, the voice was low and eerie, as if it came from the mouth of a ghost who had just crawled out of the abyss of hell······