Originally, I thought that there was a ghost who was particularly resentful of outsiders, attacked them, and made them all disappear. Updates are fast and ad-free. The guide is just a manager on the Huixiang side. To be able to find him, naturally it saves a lot of things. And all I know is the guide, and I don't know who the real ghost is.

But after the incident in Crooked Neck Village, especially after experiencing the incident of the Lotus Dao people, I feel more and more that the culprit of all this should be the guide. What he did was more than just set the rules.

Zhuang Huai drove and went directly to the archives here in Huixiang.

Usually no one comes to the archives, and no one is here for the disaster relief.

When I entered the two-story building, I felt that the place was so deserted, so cold that it seemed to be full of yin.

I stood in place for a while, Zhuang Huai and Lu Qiaolan both looked over, and then I continued walking.

It's not yin. It's just that the lighting in this place is not good, there are buildings all around, and the spacing is close, which directly blocks the light of this building.

There was a reception table in the foyer, and an uncle sat behind it.

He looked to be fifty or sixty years old, with a scruffy beard and modest dress, except that he rolled up his trousers, revealing a pair of hairy legs, and unbuttoned his clothes to his chest. On the table in front of him was a pair of damp leather shoes and a pair of soaked socks. The bare feet stepped on the stool.

He was in an indecent posture, and when he saw us come in, he was a little surprised, but he didn't change his posture. I still have a few newspapers in my hand to fan the wind, and I don't know if the action is fanning myself or my soaked shoes and socks.

Zhuang Huai showed his ID. The uncle also took it and studied it carefully before returning it to Zhuang Huai.

"What files are you looking for? I'm telling you, at this time, no one comes to work, and it's troublesome to check the files. Wait until the water recedes. Uncle said reluctantly.

"We want to ask about Crying Grave Ridge." I said.

The uncle's face was inexplicable, "Crying Grave Ridge? You just look at the map. You young people, don't you be able to look up maps on the Internet? That place is like that, it's been a mountain for so many years, and nothing has changed. ”

"I want to find out which family the tomb above belongs to. That family was originally a big family in Huixiang, and it was the earliest parent official in Huixiang. There should be a historical record of Huixiang in the archives, right? I elaborated.

The uncle was even more inexplicable, "Check our history here?" It's in the basement, so it's a hassle to find it. Wait for the water to recede, no one will come to work today. Alas, young people nowadays, too, don't come to work with a little water. In the past, when we encountered flooding, we all rushed to the unit to help rescue things. People now......"

The uncle opened the topic, his eyes were very clear, and he stared at us, and the signal was full of "you guys hurry up".

Zhuang Huai knocked on the table, "We have a work need, and we need to look at the file now." ”

The uncle's feet were still on the stool, twisted his buttocks, and changed to a comfortable position, "I said, there is no one in the unit now." I'm just a porter, and I can't touch those files. ”

"Then you contact someone who can do something." Zhuang Huai frowned.

He is full of righteousness, which is more intimidating than a leader like Chen Yihan, and he is obviously the kind of police officer who works on the front line all year round, facing criminals.

Not to mention the old man, even Lu Qiaolan and I, who were standing next to him, felt a little stunned.

The uncle put down his feet, picked up the landline on the table with some friction, listened for a second, and then handed it to Zhuang Huai, "Look, the phone is broken." No electricity, no phone, I can't help it. ”

Zhuang Huai took his mobile phone out, but there was no signal.

I feel a little blind.

The uncle is the old god, and his feet are put back again.

"Where's the key to the basement?" Zhuang Huai took back his mobile phone and said directly.

Uncle's eyes widened, "What are you going to do?" I'm not going to break the rules. ”

"You just answer my question. If you don't answer, I can find it myself. Zhuang Huai said calmly.

"Hey, you!" Uncle is about to shoot the case.

Zhuang Huai stared at the uncle coldly, "You don't play this game for me." I am working on a case, and now I ask for the cooperation of your archives. If something goes wrong, I'll leave you with no food to eat. You're also a member of the system, so even if you're a porter in a place like the Archives, you've probably heard about the recent police operations, right? Your police here have been delaying the progress of their work, and others have not cooperated, and the people above have changed their attitude. You don't want to toast and eat and be the first person to poke the picture. ”

Zhuang Huai had a tough attitude, and his hand was still on his waist.

The uncle looked at the gun and handcuffs on Zhuang Huai's waist, and the hand he slapped fell gently.

He muttered something and slowly opened the drawer. There are a lot of messy sundries in the drawer, cigarettes, lighters, nail clippers, hair rings, and a few melon seeds, serious office supplies, ballpoint pens, sticky notes, paper clips......

The uncle stretched out his hand and scratched inside, and took a plank out.

There was a jingle of bells.

The wooden board was tied with a key around it, and the wooden board was labeled with adhesive tape, and the lock corresponding to the key was written. The corners of the tape were upturned, and the handwriting on it was blurred. The rope that binds the keys is also old and badly worn.

The uncle held the wooden board and handed the things to Zhuang Huai, "Give it to you, you can find it yourself." I'm telling you, don't rummage things. Otherwise, I'll get into trouble at that time. I don't carry this pot. ”

Zhuang Huai's hand on his waist was put down, and he was about to reach out to take it.

Somehow, when I saw this scene, I suddenly remembered what Ye Qing told me.

I didn't think about it carefully, so I grabbed Zhuang Huai's hand.

The keys hung in mid-air.

"What? Take it. The uncle said impatiently.

"We won't know what's going on here, so please lead the way." I said.

The uncle shook his head again and again, "How can that be done?" Didn't I betray the organization? I'll tell you. I don't know about this today. You took the key yourself to find something, I don't even know. ”

Zhuang Huai looked at me and put down his hand.

"What the hell are you going to do?" The uncle was not happy, but he didn't put down the hand he raised, and shook it, and the keys jingled, "Do you want to go?" ”

In the midst of the noisy voices and the uncle's questioning, I heard another voice.

It was a screeching grinding sound, as if something sharp was scraping against a hard object.

The uncle suddenly turned around and threw out the keys in his hand.

There was a bang.

The key flew out, and a furry figure on the ground jumped up, and the bloody mouth that did not match the cute body bit the uncle's face at once.