Originally, I thought that a Huixiang ghost was particularly resentful to the outsiders, attacked the outsiders, and made them all disappear. The guide was just a manager in Huixiang. If he could find him, it would naturally save a lot of trouble. And what I knew was just the guide. I had no idea who the real ghost was.

But in the affairs of Waibozi Village, especially after experiencing the affairs of the Dharma Lama, I felt more and more that the culprit of all this should be the guide. What he did was not just setting the rules.

Zhuang Huai drove and went directly to the archives in Huixiang.

No one comes to the archives normally, and now it is disaster relief, and no one comes to it.

When I entered the two-story building, I felt that the place was too deserted, as cold as if it was full of yin energy.

I stood there for a while, and Zhuang Huai and Lu Qiaolan both saw it, and then I stepped forward and continued to walk.

It’s not yin energy. It’s just that the lighting in this place is not good, and there are buildings around it, and the distance is close, which directly blocks the light in this building.

There is a reception table in the foyer, and a man sat behind him.

He looked fifty or sixty years old, with a sham beard and simple dress. He even pulled up his trousers, revealing his legs, and the buttons of his clothes were unbuttoned to his chest. On the table in front of him were a pair of wet leather shoes and a pair of soaked socks. His bare feet were stepping on the stool.

His posture was indecent. When we saw us coming in, we were a little surprised, but we didn't change our posture. We were still holding a few newspapers in our hands and fanning the air. I don't know whether it was fanning himself or the wet shoes and socks.

Zhuang Huailiang revealed his ID. The old man took it and studied it carefully before returning it to Zhuang Huai.

"What files do you want to check? I tell you that no one comes to work at this time, and it will be troublesome to check the files. You can wait until the water recedes before coming." The old man said reluctantly.

"We want to ask about Crying Cemetery Ridge." I said.

The old man looked puzzled, "Crying Tomb Ridge? Just look at the map directly. Can you young people check maps online? That place is just like that. After so many years, there has been a mountain, and there has been no change."

"I want to check which family the tomb above belongs to. That family was originally a big family in Huixiang, and was the earliest parent official in Huixiang. There should be historical records of Huixiang in the archives, right?" I said in detail.

The old man was even more puzzled, "Check the history of our place? That thing is in the underground warehouse, and it will be troublesome to find it. You can wait until the water recedes before coming. No one comes to work today. Oh, the young people nowadays are the same, they don't come to work at all. When we encountered flooding, we rushed to the unit and help save things. Nowadays..."

The old man opened up the topic and his eyes were very clear, so he stared at us. The signals sent were full of "You guys go quickly".

Zhuang Huai knocked on the table, "We have a job need, so we need to check the files now."

The old man's feet were still on the stool, twisted his butt, and changed into a comfortable position, "I said that there is no one in the unit now. I am just a concierge, and I can't move those files."

"Then you contact someone who can do things." Zhuang Huai frowned.

He was full of righteousness, which was more intimidating than a leader like Chen Yihan. He was obviously the kind of policeman who worked on the front line all year round, and he faced criminals.

Not to mention that old man, even Lu Qiaolan and I, who were standing next to him, felt a little scared.

The old man put down his feet, picked up the landline on the table with a little procrastination, listened for a second, and handed it to Zhuang Huai, "Look, the phone is out of power. There is no phone number, and I can't do anything about it."

Zhuang Huai took out his cell phone, but there was no signal.

I think it's a bit blind.

The old man was there and his feet were put back.

"Where is the key to the underground warehouse?" Zhuang Huai took back his phone and said directly.

The old man widened his eyes, "What are you going to do? I won't violate discipline."

"Just just answer my question. If you don't answer, I can find it myself." Zhuang Huai said calmly.

"Hey, you guys!" The old man was about to slap the table.

Zhuang Huai stared at the old man coldly, "Don't play this for me. I'm handling the case. Now I'm asking your archives to cooperate. If something goes wrong, I'll let you go. You are also a person in the system. Even if you are a gatekeeper in a place like the archives, you should have heard of the recent police station operations? The police here have been delaying the progress of work, and others have not cooperated. The superiors have changed their attitude. Don't toast and not eat and drink, and be the first person to poke the picture."

Zhuang Huai was tough and put his hand on his waist.

The old man looked at the gun and handcuffs on Zhuang Huai's waist, and the hand he patted fell down gently.

He muttered something and slowly opened the drawer. There were a lot of messy miscellaneous items in the drawer, including cigarettes, lighters, nail clippers, hair rings, and a few melon seeds. There were also serious office supplies, ballpoint pens, sticky notes, paper clips...

The old man reached out and slashed inside, took out a wooden board.

There was a jingle sound.

The keys were tied around the wooden board, and the labels were labeled on the wooden board, and the corresponding locks were written. The edges and corners of the tape were raised, and the handwriting on them was blurred. The ropes for the key binding were also old and seriously worn.

The old man held the wooden board and handed the thing to Zhuang Huai, "Give it to you, go find it yourself. I tell you, don't flip things around. Otherwise, I will definitely make trouble on it. I won't take the blame."

Zhuang Huai put his hand on his waist down and was about to reach out to take it.

Somehow, when I saw this scene, I suddenly remembered what Ye Qing told me.

I didn't think carefully, and then grabbed Zhuang Huai's hand.

Those keys just hung in the air.

"What are you doing? Take it over." The old man said impatiently.

"We won't know what's going on here, so please lead the way," I said.

The old man shook his head repeatedly, "How can that be? Then I'm not traitorous and betrayed the organization? I'll tell you. I don't know about this today. You took the keys to find something, but I don't know."

Zhuang Huai looked at me and put down his hand.

"What are you going to do?" The old man was unhappy, but he didn't put down his raised hand, and he shook it. The keys were jingling, "Are you going?"

I heard another sound during the noisy voice and the old man's questioning.

It was a harsh friction sound, as if something sharp was scratching a hard object.

The old man suddenly turned around and threw out the keys in his hand.

There was a clang.
Chapter completed!