Chapter 111 Chapter 40 Advent Archives

"What are you still doing, why don't you hurry up and start?" Yellow Crane Tower looked at the dazed people and cursed: "Hurry up, if it's too late, this only clue will be gone." Several people also knew the seriousness of the matter, stood up one after another, and walked down the stairs. Because it was daytime, there was some yang energy permeating the corridor. These were lonely ghosts, not as powerful as the wronged souls. They couldn't see any yang energy, and they had already hidden themselves. Get in the car and go straight to the National Archives. The special identities of a few people allowed them to enter and exit without hindrance. Only when the police needed to handle cases would they enter this place, and few other people would enter.So now there are only a few of them in the huge file room.

Yin Hui said: "Okay, let's start to act now! Let's all go find the person whose file was blank 40 years ago." Several people nodded one after another, then roughly delineated a range, and began to search. Just after checking a bookshelf, Yin Hui's stomach started to growl, and then he remembered that it was really unlucky to come to work without breakfast. I have to say that because of the age of these files, and because they didn't pay much attention to the preservation at the beginning, they are either broken or missing a few. Every time Yin Hui picks up a file, he is full of infinite expectations, but when he puts it down, the things that only increase in his heart are infinitely disappointed.

Almost everyone's mood was the same as Yin Hui's, hope was followed by disappointment, and after disappointment, strong hopes sprouted again. The scope they demarcated is not very large, and each person is responsible for only a few shelves. If these shelves are really inspected and no clues are found, it is obvious that the wife is lost and the army is lost. . Yin Hui can see every file clearly, looking for files from 40 years ago. But to his disappointment, he didn't find any clues in the last file.It is true that there are quite a few files missing a certain year, but there is not a single file from forty years ago.

"I found it, I found it." At this moment, Conan Doyle seemed to scream excitedly, which was not in line with her character. "What's wrong with Conan Doyle? What did you find?" The rest of the people hurriedly came up and asked. Conan Doyle raised the file in his hand, and said triumphantly: "Look! The file from 40 years ago is blank. Let's find this person quickly before we run out of time." The rest of the people didn't bother to investigate carefully, but hurriedly followed Conan Doyle out of the room and came to the car. They didn't start checking the file until they got to the car.

Zhang Tie, male, a certain building in a certain city, and other information, they directly ignored this layer of information, and directly turned to the place where the file was forty years ago. It was blank, nothing. "This time we must grasp this clue carefully and follow the clues." Conan Doyle clenched his hands tightly. Outside the car, a floating cardboard box was floating above the car, his two paper wings were flying flickeringly, and his two eyes seemed to be half congested with blood, but they turned out to be red, glaring at the car below.After hearing the flying past the car window, his eyes lit up, and then he flew forward quickly.

Everyone didn't know about all this, but hurried towards the place mentioned on the file bag in their hearts. Finally, according to the car's GPS system navigation, they found the place marked on the file bag. This is a long-abandoned pedestrian street, and the shops on both sides have long since become residential areas. Some migrant workers who go out to work rent this kind of place, and some people who sell various daily necessities on both sides of the street have set up morning stalls. , All kinds of snacks tempt their belly. But my heart is beating wildly, how can I be in the mood to care about these snacks!Their eyes locked on a dilapidated building. The car stopped in front of a dilapidated and yellowed building. Many of the white tiles on it had fallen off, exposing the gray cement inside.

There are some embossed words of China Mobile on it, it seems that this was the office of China Mobile before. China Mobile, the mobile is really powerful. For some reason, Yin Hui always felt a strong yin energy released from the old building, which made him feel chills all over his body. Looking up, he happened to see an old man throwing something at him. Yin Hui was surprised, bowed again and again, and hid downstairs. With a bang, the thing upstairs finally fell down and hit Conan Doyle's car. Conan Doyle was angry for a while, and looked up, trying to see who was throwing things.

Yin Hui also came out from the inside, and looked at the floor where the old man was just now. But the old man has already retracted, obviously guilty of guilt, afraid of being caught by them. "What's the matter, what's so loud?" The scalpel also got out of the car, and then looked at the roof. A stone was stuffed into the must-worn hat. The gray hat exuded a stale smell, and a rotten smell came from inside. "Yin Hui, did you see it just now?" Conan Doyle knew that Yin Hui was the first to come out, so he should be able to see the guy who threw things down.

"Yes, I see." Yin Hui said, "It's in the second room on the tenth floor." "What? The second room on the tenth floor?" Conan Doyle stared at Yin Hui inexplicably: "No way! Why is it such a coincidence?" Conan Doyle raised the file bag in his hand, and then motioned Yin Hui to look at the address on it. Room 1002... what!Isn't it the room of the old man who threw his hat just now? No, it seems that something happened to the old man.Yin Hui was the first to scream, he knew that the old man couldn't throw things for no reason, he must have been asking for help just now.

Yin Hui didn't care about the people behind him, and rushed up the stairs in a hurry, he didn't want to lose this only clue. When he climbed to the tenth floor out of breath, he was exhausted and almost unable to move. Bang bang bang, bang bang bang. Yin Hui knocked on the door vigorously, but there was no response at all, only his own voice echoed in the long and deep corridor. The long and dark corridors had long been peeled off due to the age. Every time Yin Hui knocked hard on the door, pieces of debris would fall from the top of his head. Yin Hui looked back, only to find that the few of them hadn't followed up yet.

Yin Hui's heart tightened suddenly, it couldn't be that these people also encountered ghosts hitting the wall! He didn't bother to go back to meet them, and continued to knock on the door. The surrounding darkness was gradually changing, and a thick black mist came from the window, forming a weird pattern in this corridor, slowly drifting over. This group of black mist is very strange, appearing in this corridor out of thin air. Just when Yin Hui was not going to continue to pay attention to him, the black mist turned into a ghost and rushed up frantically. Yin Hui ignored the black mist, he knew it was because of the age of the building, and the reason why it was abandoned at the beginning must have been some murder. It is not uncommon to have one or two fierce ghosts, and the black mist It's just an illusion displayed by the fierce ghost, and it can't cause the slightest harm to itself. Sure enough, the ghost made of black mist actually passed through Yin Hui's body, and Yin Hui was not injured at all. The cloud of black mist flew into the air, stopped behind Yin Hui, gradually shrunk into a ball, and then dispersed into ten standing figures. Not long after, a few ghosts actually materialized. Their whole bodies were as black as coke, their skin was festered, and the skin on their faces was burned tightly together, their eyeballs flowed out, their hair was gone, and the brain matter on their heads was slowing down. He stayed slowly, painted his face, and stared at Yin Hui with his dark eyes, as if he wanted to eat Yin Hui. Yin Hui couldn't care about these anymore, and realized that something must have happened inside, so he kicked the door. With a bang sound, a big hole was cracked in the dilapidated door, and Yin Hui hurriedly kicked it a few times, finally a hole allowing people to get in appeared in the door. Yin Hui reached in and opened the door. The creaking, creaking sound of wood rubbing against each other sounded very creepy. Just when he got in, his feet seemed to be stuck by something.