"Who are you?" Gao Qian looked at the old man and asked the question in his heart. In fact, it is not accurate to say that he is an old man, although there are wrinkles on his face, but it is not very profound, in terms of appearance alone, he is at most about forty years old, but it makes Gao Qian feel that he is an old man, it is his eyes. It was a pair of eyes full of wisdom that saw through the world.

"Some of the people here call me Mr. Li, some call me Uncle Li, I think you can call me Uncle Li. The old man smiled at the high diver.

"Okay," Gao Qian nodded slightly, "Then Uncle Li, do you know where the main control room is?"

"Main control room?" Uncle Li was slightly stunned, as if he didn't understand what Gao Qian said.

"Or the control room, whatever you want to call it," Gao Qian patiently explained, "I asked a bespectacled object controller above, and he said that the main control room is on the basement level, and I think that's what he said?"

As he spoke, the high-diving probe looked at the end of the hall. He only saw endless shelves, not the end.

"What are you looking for the main control room?" Uncle Li said with a smile, "Although I don't know where the main control room is, I may be able to help you from other angles." ”

Gao Qian thought for a while, and then said frankly: "I'm looking for a surveillance video." I think you know what I'm talking about. I have a friend who was forced to transform here and was recorded. I've got to find that footage and ruin it, or my friend will be in trouble. ”

Uncle Li smiled slightly, obviously he knew what Gao Qian said: "The friend you are talking about is a human wolf, and he is the son of demon blood. ”

Gao Qian nodded slightly, "Yes, it's good that he is the son of demon blood, but he is also my friend, and we used to fight side by side." ”

"Friend," Uncle Li's gaze became distant and deep, as if he had thought of a long time ago, "I haven't heard this word for a long time." The last time I heard these two words was many years ago. But the two people who called each other friends are dead. ”

Gao Qian frowned slightly, but continued to listen to the old man.

Uncle Li turned around and walked towards the end of the warehouse, Gao Qian hurriedly followed, and then he found that although Uncle Li's pace did not look fast, no matter how he rushed, he could not catch up with Uncle Li.

Gao Qian became anxious, he ran as hard as he could, and gradually his chest seemed to be on fire, his legs were so heavy that they seemed to be tied to sandbags, and the shelves on both sides swept backwards like the wind, and he felt that he had probably run a few kilometers. However, Uncle Li always kept in front of him, neither hurrying nor slow, neither far nor close.

Gao Qian gasped and stopped chasing, he vaguely felt that Uncle Li and himself were not on the same level as the Infernal Realm, just as he could pass through the wall in the Infernal Realm, Uncle Li also had his own shortcuts. After thinking about this, Gao Qian slowed down, and his restless heart calmed down.

Uncle Li glanced back at him, as if signaling him to follow as soon as possible. The high dive ignored him, and he began to look intently at the shelves on either side.

He saw all sorts of things, some like antiques, some quite modern, and the shelves were not uniform in size. He even saw a guillotine knife holder like the one used on a guillotine. When Gao Qian looked over, the hanging guillotine fell suddenly, and Gao Qian was startled.

"What's the use of collecting so many strange things?" Gao Qian muttered to himself, his voice was not loud, he didn't expect Uncle Li in front of him to hear it, but he heard Uncle Li answer without looking back:

"It's not so much about collection as it is about storage, and you can call this storeroom a dangerous goods storage room. ”

"Danger?" "Danger?" said Gao Qian, who happened to pass by a hanging scroll, and the beautiful woman on the scroll was looking at him with a light smile, "I don't see any danger in this." ”

Uncle Li still didn't reply: "Do you know the story of the painted skin?"

"Of course I do. Gao Qian was stunned for a moment, and suddenly said in horror, "Do you mean that the painting is the skin of the evil ghost?"

"The painting skin is just Pu Songling's artistic processing, and that painting is a clever puppet. A young wizard killed a lot of people with this painting, so I said it was dangerous and had to be sealed. ”

Puppet? Gao Qian remembered seeing the perfect puppet woman in the water of the haunted house, and he believed that if he hadn't seen her true face in the Infernal Realm a long time ago, he would not have seen that it was just a puppet.

Gao Qian looked back at the painting again, and he saw that the painting had turned around automatically, and the beautiful woman in the painting was chasing him with a smile. The high diver felt a chill in his back and quickened his pace and left there.

"I thought the puppets belonged to Western witchcraft. Gao Qian felt that he seemed to be closer to Uncle Li, and he raised his voice as he trotted.

"When it comes to magic, there is no distinction between East and West. To put it bluntly, all the techniques in the world are the use of energy, but the methods or mediums used are a little different. Uncle Li still didn't look at the high potential, but only talked eloquently, "Just like that money tree, using special materials and charms to make that tree have the ability to absorb energy from the surroundings, and use these absorbed energy to form the magic of money."

When money is detached from its body, these energies disappear and are reabsorbed by the cash cow, resulting in new money. If the money is taken away, the cash cow will have to draw energy from the surroundings, and if the person closest to it is at that time, that person will die. ”

"And what about the cornucopia?"

"It's all the same. ”

"Since these things are not real treasures, why not destroy these harmful things and keep them here?"

"Because these things are not good, but they are very cleverly designed, and they are masterpieces from a magical point of view, and they all deserve a place in the history of magic. So they are kept here, not destroyed. ”

"So this is actually a museum of magic works?"

"Hehe, it's just a utility room at best. Uncle Li stopped at this time, and Gao Qian saw a door appear in front of them, an ordinary brick wall and wooden door, and a sign with black letters on a white background on the door, which looked like the style of the red regime in a spy war movie, with the words "Ninth Archive Room" written on it.

"What kind of place is this?" Gao Qian stopped beside Uncle Li.

Uncle Li turned his head and smiled at Gao Qian: "This is where I work, and I am the archivist here." ”