When we arrived in the village, since we had been out for quite a long time and had to go back to our respective places, we made a plan, and the fat man was responsible for the preparation of the equipment, while I continued the work of collecting materials.

After returning to Hangzhou, I began to implement my plan.

When I made a plan with the fat man, I didn't understand how to collect this information, but then I thought about it carefully, and in order to understand the life story of the stuffy oil bottle, I may need to start from formal channels. The previous investigation showed that the Taoist people did not know about him, and may have participated in the archaeological team in the eighties of the century, and the organization should have a record. At that time, I had to be innocent to participate in this kind of project, and I might be able to find clues in the old archives of Changsha, at least find his organizational relationships, and then find one or two people who knew him, or any clues. So I was ready to start in this direction.

However, the city archives, especially the personnel files, are confidential, and the old archives are not available without red-headed documents, this archaeological team was formed in the early 190s, and something happened, it is likely to belong to the category of confidentiality, and it is not so easy to see.

In addition, the best way to find archives is to start from the research institute that sent the archaeological team back then, and it has only been more than 20 years now, which is not too long, and it should still be there.

I don't know which institute in Changsha is exactly, but at that time there would not be so many names as now, and there might be only one institute related to archaeology. At that time, most of them were students, so it is very likely that they were units in the university, so it should not be difficult to verify.

After a few searches, as I thought, there was indeed an old institute that was in the same situation as I thought, and now it has been merged, and the old site is on the campus of a famous university.

The university was about to move, and when Wang Meng and I went over, there was a big demolition outside, and the land was probably sold to a real estate company. If it were a few months later, you might only see a flat field.

Even if there is a clue that the institute is merged, and the archives may be merged into the new institute, there is a high probability that they will remain in the archives of the old university. I know the authorities very well, and I don't really believe that the archives of more than 20 years ago will still have people's hearts.

But it's not easy to inquire about this matter, I entrusted the relationship, and made a few detours in the old relationship of the third uncle, and found a person who worked in the research institute, the master's surname was Du, the name was very interesting, called Juan Shan, sent two Chinese cigarettes, asked about the situation, and he said that the office had changed places, but the archives were still in the school, and the institute and the university still had nepotism, many of them were lecturers in the university, I wanted to see it, he could take me in, except for the inconvenience of the door, the inside is still relatively loose, but the old file is difficult to check, Tell me not to get my hopes up too much.

Without further ado, I went that night.

The old building of this university can be seen to be changed from the previous hospital, the archives room is on the first floor of the basement of the auditorium, there are hundreds of square meters, it is simply a warehouse, it does not take much effort, I and Du Juan Mountain go down the low and narrow corridor, there is no light below, it is pitch black, with a flashlight, all are rows of wooden shelves, the surface is a kraft paper wrapped file bag, thick and thin, complete broken, horizontal and vertical, most of the noodles have a layer of ash, smell of a paper head by cháo.

Du Juan told me that all the files after 1995 have been removed, and the rest will not be touched for many years, and it is estimated that no one will turn them over when they are about to be destroyed.

I looked at this situation and felt yīn sensen. But this is also just right, the temperature in Changsha in August is quite high, and the party feels cooler. I bit my flashlight, fanned my fan, and rummaged in front of the old wooden shelves.

Speaking of which, I knew that Tsinghua University had a department of graph management, and I still felt strange at the time, what else is there to learn about graph management? Seeing the scale of this archive, I realized that the person who can manage these things is also called a genius, looking at these shelves, ordinary people must have black eyes, this is just a unit archive of an research institute, if it is a national archive, the amount of trillions, how many people have to deal with it to have fun?

Cuckoo Mountain was afraid that I would cause trouble to him, so he kept watching, helped me find it, and asked me some details to help filter it.

Because of some special reasons, China's archives system is very perfect, as long as it follows certain rules, as long as the archives are still there, they will definitely be able to find out. It's a pity that I'm like a headless fly now, I only know the approximate year, and I don't even know the number of the archaeological team, so I can only flip through each one.

I searched for a long time, but found nothing. My idea is to search by year, and all the files here are sorted by year, so that if you find a similar expedition file between 190 and 195, you can get information about the participants from it. Changsha is located in Chudi, although there are relatively many archaeological activities, but the absolute number is not much, and a shelf is full. I don't want to go through the archives of the past five years, and I don't see any documents related to the archaeology of Xisha in them.

I said strange in my heart and asked Cuckoo Mountain, is there anything else in other places?

He shook his head and said that if this place is gone, it is basically true, unless this file is in the classified archives, then it will not be placed in this place. Otherwise, it will be specially destroyed.

I said in my heart that it is unlikely, even if this archaeology is a secret, there is no reason to keep it secret to that extent.

He comforted me and said that this is a common thing, and maybe as you said, the archaeological team disappeared after that, which is a big deal, and the file was disposed of for the sake of secrecy.

We put our portfolios in order, feeling a little depressed, but we had expected that things would not be so easy.

I walked out of the archive room stupidly, and while I spent two cigarettes in vain, I was sorry for what to do next. If this road doesn't work, then it's really as the stuffy oil bottle said, he is completely a person who has no intersection with this world.

At this time, I suddenly saw the stairwell in front of me, and the stairs that continued to go down, as if there was another floor under the archive. There is an iron door at the top of the staircase, with a thick rusty iron chain locked on the face, and a seal of unknown age is pasted on the side of the door.

"What's down here?" I asked.

"This is the pre-1950s archives. During the Cultural Revolution, fearing that the rebels would cause trouble, they locked it up, and no one opened this door for decades. ”

"Really?" I took a flashlight to shine it, and I could clearly see that the rusty chains had been cut and were just hanging on my face and pretending. If you don't look closely, it's really not easy to notice.