The moment I opened the door, I could smell a peculiar musty smell behind the director, which was very uncomfortable when it pierced my mouth and nose.

The Director opened the door and stood in front of it with a scream, so frightened that I cowered to the side and pressed against the wall to look at the Director.

The next moment the director rushed into the room, and I could hear the sound of treading water.

When I turned around and entered the room, I saw standing water on the floor up to the bottom of my shoe.

The whole house was an unpainted rough room, and at this moment the director was seen in the innermost room.

"What's going on?" I said.

"I don't know why there's so much water." The Director said as he salvaged the files and files piled on the ground.

I looked in the direction the water was coming in and walked to the window on the side.

It's true that this is a residential building, but the first floor is actually half underground.

The floor of the house I am in is half a meter lower than the road outside, and water is constantly seeping in from the windows in front of me.

I tried to push the window open, and a large puddle of water splashed at me.

My shirt and pants were soaking wet, and I saw a leather pipe running water in front of me.

Because of the iron fence, I couldn't climb out.

I had no choice but to run out of the gate and go around the neighborhood to the back row.

A leather pipe was facing the window, and I followed it to find a hidden faucet in the small garden next to it.

The hose and faucet are supposed to be used to water the greenery here, but why is it in the data room at the moment and facing the place where it should not be?

I stopped the faucet and tried to look around, but there was no surveillance in the old neighborhood and it was impossible to know who did it.

Ran back to the room and watched as the Director placed some of the files on the only wooden chair in the room.

I immediately said, "The faucet is on outside, and the hose for watering is right in front of the window." I don't think it's an accident, it's more like it's man-made. ”

The director nodded his head and said, "I also think there is a problem, this is the information for the year you wanted." I had people find it out and put it on the outermost side, and it turned out that the water was there. ”

"Will there be a ghost?" I said.

The broken phone and the whole water pipe, everything made me feel a little uneasy.

"I left this matter to Xiao Zhou, and Xiao Zhou went upstairs to investigate Jiang Nian's computer after that. Other than that, only you and I know about it, and it's up to you to explain it. Could it be Xiao Zhou? Impossible, how could he be an inner ghost? The director said.

I tried to open the small yellow notebook page by page, and the wet area was completely sticky.

It's slimy and you can't see what it is, and you can't see anything when you look through the pages.

The director picked up the phone and called Xiao Zhou and told him about the flooding of the archives.

Although I couldn't hear what Xiao Zhou said, it was obvious that the director was angry.

One by one, he was reprimanding, and after a moment of reprimand, the director actually said, "Really? Why don't you send it to me soon? ”

I looked at the director and said, "What's wrong?" ”

Xiao Zhou said that after turning to that page, he saw that it was too old and a little yellow, and he couldn't see clearly, so he took a photo in advance. He wanted to send it to me, but he told me that I would call you in a few words after he found out. Now I'm asking him to send the picture so he can at least see it. "The director handed me his phone.

I clicked on the document sent by Xiao Zhou, and it was not very clear to take pictures on my mobile phone.

The entire page is covered in numerous circular holes and yellowed traces of unidentified liquid, and the content is completely incoherent and therefore not entered into the computer.

The director said next to me, "The quality of this picture is too bad, and it is moth-eaten like this." It's silverfish bugs, I know. Book-eating insects, those maculas are excrement. ”