The chains were broken and rusted, and the chains were covered in cobwebs, which were clearly not recent.

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

"It's fine, it just means you're wrong, someone has been in." I said, through the fence of the iron gate, I shone down with a flashlight, and the stairs were piled up with debris, not to mention dust, and a smell of old age came.

"You won't want to go down? How dirty it is! He said.

I'm also hesitant to go down, as if it has nothing to do with what I'm here for. 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, what does it matter to me? I gave up when I thought about it.

Just as he was about to leave, he flicked the flashlight and shone on the seal next to the door.

It may be the sequelae left by the rubbing, I always have to look at the brush when I see it, or it may be that the position of this seal is strange, too low, a little dazzling, in short, I subconsciously looked at it.

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

"Strange, look!" I said to Cuckoo Mountain, "It seems that this seal was put up 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 it put a seal on it." ”

That's even weirder, why not make a new chain? What is a seal used for? I said, going to read the words of the seal, "The one who has broken the chains will be afraid of the seal?" ”

"There's nothing of value here. Maybe they think that what is inside is worth more than a chain! ”

"Makes sense." I think it's kind of 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.

I'm making rubbings, and I have a very intuitive sense of notes, and the few brush characters are well written, which must be imitated from a more common Legalist, and it feels very familiar.

Looking at the rì period, the seal should have been in 1990, and Wen Jin had disappeared at that time, so this matter should have nothing to do with them.

My heart rejoices, yes! Hope is completely shattered, 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 me say go.

Going back the way you came, everything went well. The civilized world is much more relaxed than the tomb experience, and I am not nervous at all, even if I am seen? A hundred jǐng guards are not ruthless!

When I returned to the hotel, I felt very uncomfortable, because the road in front of me 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? Maybe xìng is actually not big, as long as the Xisha incident happened, the archives must be there, those files are not a bag that can be filled, if they are really destroyed, maybe half a row of file shelves will be emptied. But all the files are stuffed tightly, not like they've been pulled out.

I realized that maybe my 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, I felt much better, turned on the computer again, and began to look for and merge the materials of other research institutes, and copied them down one by one, preparing to continue to ask people tomorrow. Anyway, Lao Tzu 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, I suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if the things in this book, where I care a little, think about it carefully and have no clue.

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......

I'm cāo! It dawned on me why I was so familiar with the words on that seal!

- That's fucking my own handwriting!