Looking at this booklet, I haven't come back to my senses for a long time, and the things described on it are too absurd.

Maybe only in science fiction movies can accept this kind of thing, and only aliens can show us the truth.

Why was such an archive sent to Archives No. 6? It seems like all this is quite unusual.

Looking at the last few words of the author, and the beginning of the sentence, it seems that this person has worked here before, so he decided to send such a file back.

But...... The Palace Museum? The target is a little too big, and there are no other labels on it, and it is even possible that something happened along the way.

Unless, he's also an indiscriminate choice, like I've found now, rather than being sealed in Archives Six.

In the face of such unpredictable coincidences, could it be that this person's purpose is only to send it here, no matter whose hands it is?

Or is it that whoever opens it is chosen by him to help him write this absurd story?

I was speechless for a while, my imagination was really okay, and my mind was messed up by this confused story.

Hurriedly put it away, I was cranky while tying the rope on the seal.

It's a mistake, maybe the person who sent this file was mistaken, didn't understand the importance of the file, and got this absurd story to Room Six.

Reassuring myself in this way, I began to continue my work, because I had just spent so much time on that story, and I needed to hurry up and deal with the matter at hand now.

After entering the classification entered in the file, it was the time that came down, but as I typed today's date, I suddenly heard a slight footstep.

I immediately turned my head and looked out, and in the light of the screen, there were only neat file bags, and at the top was the file of the mysterious Archive Six.

Even though I convinced myself that nothing had happened, there was still some nervousness in my heart, and this tension was very slight.

It's like the sound just now...... It's definitely not that I feel like the grass and trees are all around me, but that there is really a footstep that is really slowly approaching.

Is that the wind? I slowly sat up, grabbed the flashlight next to the table, and hit a pillar of light.

It's summer, and the curtain is one of those translucent gauze curtains, and when the light shines through, a cool breeze blows.

The wind blew through the shredded paper on the floor, then came to my side, and finally slapped on the computer desk, and the several files piled up on the table were slightly moved by the wind.

Is it really the wind? I didn't think so, but under my vision, I didn't notice anything, only shredded paper on the ground moving back and forth.

I walked over slowly, probably because I was a little weak after reading the file just now, so I felt very nervous.

As I approached the curtain, I suddenly stopped, and through the fine curtain I found a man standing in the courtyard.

There was only a hairy moon in the sky, and the dim moonlight was scattered on the ground, and the man was standing less than a meter from the wall.

It had its head down, its long black hair falling out, covering its face and neck, and I could only see it wearing a long coat made of gray cloth, like a ghost from a movie.

In this courtyard, I was the only one, and now the old clock was not there, and I was too frightened to make a sound when I saw this scene, and I wanted to go back to the computer immediately and turn on the lights in the room, but my steps became very stiff, and I didn't obey the call at all.

Although I had heard rumors about hauntings from my colleagues for a long time, I always thought that they were spreading it, but I didn't expect to be bumped into by me tonight.

While I was panicking, the shadows in the moonlight were slowly elongating, indicating that the thing was coming towards me.

"Hell, hell, hell!" My heart was in turmoil, and I wanted to shout, but the silence around me seemed to imprison my voice in this small room of mine.

Damn it! I cursed inwardly, then took a deep breath, slammed the curtain open, and closed my eyes quickly.

The darkness in my eyes made me lose my fear for a while, and when I opened my eyes again, I rushed over quickly, whether it was a ghost or not, I would only know if I went to see it.

I was surprised by my impulsive actions, but fortunately there were no consequences.

The touch of my hand told me that she was a living person, but when I felt a little more sure of her upward movement, I felt a chill on my neck, and then I was pushed away by the "ghost" next to me.

When I came back to my senses, I immediately looked up at the person who was with the ghost, and saw that in the long black hair, a fair face was slowly revealed.

"Who are you?" I asked this sentence at the same time as the person.

When I heard her voice, I knew it was a woman, but what was she doing here in the middle of the night?

I am a person of integrity, she will ask the same questions as me, and she seems to be a stranger to me, so it can't be for me.

In addition to me, the only person who can attract other people here is the archives here, could it be that this person is for those files?

Thinking of this possibility, the first thing that jumped into my mind was the mysterious file, and it seemed that everything was not accidental.

"I've always been here! Who are you and why are you here? I took a step back and stepped back towards the door as I spoke.

The man slowly raised his head and looked behind his long hair, "What about him?" When did you get an extra hairy boy here? Why don't you let him come out to see me, hasn't the thing arrived yet? ”

Her voice was so cold that it sent chills down my spine, and I stepped back as I could, "I don't know who you're looking for, but I'm the only one here!" ”

"I don't believe it!" As soon as the woman's voice fell, she floated over, it was really floating, her speed was so fast, I didn't even have time to react, she had already pulled me into the house.

"It's only been three years, he doesn't want to see me anymore, and now that file is my last request, if he wants to repent, he should know the consequences!"

"Hey, there's really no one here!" I found it hard to believe that such a tall, thin woman could have so much strength to pull me around the neck and pull me into the house.

When I said this, she glanced at me and let go of her hand, and she walked over quickly, reaching for the lamp in the room.

Taking advantage of this, I gritted my teeth, threw myself on the computer desk, grabbed the file and ran out.

When I got out the door, I didn't hear her jumping after her, but my heart was pounding.

I really don't know what's wrong with me today, since I received this file, I haven't encountered anything good, what is the origin of this half-human, half-ghost.

I don't know if it's dangerous to do it myself, but if I don't take it with me, I feel like it's going to be even worse in the future.

"Hey, anyone! Anyone! I shouted around as I ran, but only the sound of night bugs seemed to answer me in the night.

Actually, my area is not very far from where the night patrol is, but no matter how much I run or call, no one answers, as if everyone has gone home tonight.

I don't know how long I ran, but I suddenly noticed a flash of light not far away, and I thought it might be the patrol duty room, so I immediately ran quickly.

"Go and see, there is a ......," I blurted out, but when I looked up at the figure in the light, I found that it was the half-human, half-ghost thing that appeared in front of me.

After a scream, I turned around and rushed out the door, but before I could go two steps away, a cold hand grabbed me by the back of my neck.

It was so powerful that I was lifted up by her, and the file bag in my arms was also taken away by her.

When she got the portfolio, she tossed me aside and glanced at the numbers on the portfolio in the light.

"Wait a minute! Leave the portfolio, it doesn't belong to you! I struggled to my seat.

She shook the contents of her hand, "No one knows what's inside, and if you still want to grab it, you'll lose your life!" If he wants to repent, let him come to me himself. Keep your life for him! ”

After saying that, she turned around and walked out, when I was about to chase after me, I suddenly felt a flying shadow attack, I subconsciously dodged, and when I looked back, I saw a flying knife about three centimeters nailed to the door next to me.

This night, I thought about it for a long time, I searched for the number in my mobile phone, and I didn't know who to call, I thought that most of the responsibility for the theft of the archives room was still mine.

The problems with these archives can be large or small, and some of the contents are only used as backups, but Archives Six is different.

No one knows what is recorded in it, but whatever it is, the loss of such a top-secret file will have great consequences.

Even if I admit that I peeked at the file and wrote it out word for word, who would believe that what I said was true?

In Archive Six, will it be stored in a book of absurd nonsense?

I can't estimate the consequences of all this, and I don't know what I can do now, maybe the only person I can count on is the old clock.

He knows what should be stored in Archive Six, and maybe if I tell him about it, he'll trust me and help me recover the lost file.

However, the phone has been called dozens of times, but there is still no reply from Lao Zhong, where is he now?

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