Gao Qian looked down at the black stone in his hand and put it in his pocket. There was wet sweat on his palms, and he wiped it his pants.

It was nothing more than a puppet, and he struggled to leave the shattered humanoid thing behind him.

"You're still like this, you've never changed......" the puppet said with a clicker before dying.

"It's all. ”

He took a deep breath and stepped down the hole in front of him.

The pit is funnel-shaped, and the further down you go, the narrower the entrance becomes. By the time the high dive reached the first floor of the archives, the hole had shrunk to a few meters in diameter.

High Dive stepped onto the floor of the archives, the hard marble floor, which looked clean and undusty. Gao Qian was curious about who was cleaning and maintaining this archive room on a daily basis, obviously it couldn't be Uncle Li, but it couldn't be an ordinary cleaner.

From a high-potential perspective, not many of the archives have been destroyed. He saw the collapsed walls, several broken bookshelves, and scattered file bags and folders burned to the point that nothing was left with black ash, and whatever had been recorded on them would certainly not be recovered.

Gao Qian frowned and went down to the second basement floor from the fracture. The layout here is similar to the one above, and the degree of damage is comparable. The high dive then proceeded to the third floor.

He was glad to see that the damage had come to an end. At least from the opening, there is no broken archive below.

Gao Qian stood at the edge of the cave and stared down for a long time, wondering if if he kept going down like this, would he see Uncle Li's ninth archive? Maybe he would see the abyss again, the city under the abyss.

Gao Qian reached out and picked up a piece of masonry from the fracture and looked at it. The section of the masonry reveals that it is a black stone, but it is interspersed with golden spots. High potential perceives that this masonry has a faint energy. This is clearly not ordinary building masonry.

Of course, how could the archives managed by Uncle Li use ordinary building materials. It seems that the matter of summoning a construction team of vampires and man-wolves to repair the archives will have to be put on hold for a while.

He had to find the patches first.

He tossed the half of the brick and put it in his pocket. The pockets became heavy, and Gao Qian had to take out the other stone that was originally contained in it first and put it to the right so that his clothes could at least be balanced.

It's just that when Gao Qian took out the black stone, he suddenly noticed that the stone began to glow blue.

The light was faint, like a small light bulb about to run out of battery, but it flickered on and off.

Gao Qian looked around vigilantly, and he didn't see anything suspicious. He frowned, put the stone back in his pocket, and headed inside the archives.

Although the building stone in this archive room is difficult to find, as long as you look carefully, you will definitely find it. The main question now is what to do with the damaged files.

Gao Qian stopped in front of one of the nearest bookshelves, and he casually pulled out a red-skin folder and opened it to look through it.

To his surprise, however, what he saw was not a classified document. On the letterhead of the document was written three words: "Golden Apple".

What the hell? Isn't the golden apple a mythical thing? How can this thing be in the archives? How unreliable is this archive?

Gao Qian looked down curiously, and he saw that the document recorded the origin of the golden apple: Mother Nature plucked a branch from the first apple tree, and the branch became a silver branch, and the three apples on it became a golden apple. Mother Nature threw the golden apple to the gods, and then there was the dispute over the golden apple.

High Diver flipped through the pages, each detailing the chaos caused by the golden apples. From the Trojan War, to the Battle of Kalai, from the Battle of Qin to the Six Kingdoms, to the Mughal Expedition to the West, almost all the major wars that changed the world pattern have the shadow of the golden apple.

Sometimes these apples are inscribed: "God", sometimes "faith", but more often "profit".

When Gao Qian turned to the last page, he saw the current location of the three golden apples: two in Asia, one in North America, and the three golden apples were all engraved with "interests".

High Diver looked at the three areas of the ongoing war on the last page with some dumbfoundedness. If the war was really caused by the golden apple, did finding the golden apple that caused the chaos eliminate the war?

But who brought the golden apple, and what good did the human war do to that man?

High Diver slipped the folder back into the bookshelf with some confusion. He glanced at the other folders, which were colored to distinguish them. He saw black, green, yellow, earth-colored folders, arranged in what seemed disorderly.

The high submersible's hand reached for a green folder, then abruptly retracted halfway through. If everything recorded here was something that subverted his common sense, he decided that it would be better not to know it for the time being.

After all, he has too many things to worry about now, so he better solve the matter in front of him first.

The High Diver exited the Infernal Realm.

The bookshelves in the human realm look the same as they do in the Infernal Realm. Gao Qian was going to take another look at the damage so that he could estimate how much stone he would need. But unexpectedly, I saw a person standing in the hole.

The man was wearing an almond-colored trench coat and was shining a flashlight under the large hole.

High Diving recognizes it as Sherlock. Why hasn't she come home so late? She must have come to check on the damage in the archives.

Seeing Sherlock standing too close to the edge of the cave, the High Diver was hesitating whether to silently retreat back to the Infernal Realm and leave, or to open his mouth to remind her.

But at this moment, he saw Sherlock's body shake a little, and he actually planted his head towards the big hole.

High Diving hurriedly rushed up and grabbed Sherlock.

"Hey, are you looking for death?"

He said angrily, if he didn't happen to be here, this woman wouldn't have just fallen to her death, right?

Sherlock leaned on Gao Qian's arms, her eyes were in a trance, and then she came to her senses, she raised her flashlight and shone Gao Qian's face: "Gao Qian, why are you here?"

Gao Qian tilted his head unhappily to avoid the bright light of the flashlight: "I'm not here, you've fallen to your death a long time ago." ”

Sherlock smiled and lowered her flashlight, she helped the high dive to stand up straight: "That's right, I was suddenly dizzy just now." ”

Gao Qian stared at Sherlock's pale cheeks, frowned, and said, "You're not well, don't you know how to rest more?"

"Huh?" Sherlock brushed the hair around his ear, and then realized that Gao Qian was talking about Xu Zhe, she chuckled, "His authority is not enough here, and I am the only one in the entire A group who can enter the archives." The three underground floors are the deepest floors I can enter. ”

"Does this archive have many floors?" asked Gao Qian casually.

"I guess, all I know I can know, but I guess there's a lot more. Sherlock said a few words, and gasped slightly.

Gao Qian scrutinized Sherlock's face, and he felt that she seemed to be a little thinner than when he had seen her during the day.

"What kind of injury did you have?" Gao Qian couldn't help but say, "It's not an ordinary arrow wound, is it?

Sherlock shook her head slightly, her black hair spilling on her cheeks, and her face became even more bloodless: "Even if it's poisonous, it's not a toxin that our existing technology can detect." I'm fine, it's just that I lost too much blood, and I made up for it by drinking some chicken soup. ”

This was the same rhetoric again, Gao Qian pursed the corners of his lips, he still remembered the scene when he first met her. Her complexion is healthy, her red lips are full, beautiful and dazzling, and her side face is very much like a third-class actress he likes, full of mature woman charm.

However, at this moment, Sherlock looked like a faded ragdoll, and he couldn't help but reach out and hold her arm: "I'll send you up first." ”