After arriving in the village, we had to go back to our respective places for a long time, so we made a plan to prepare the equipment and I continued to collect information.:;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

When I made a plan with Fatty, I didn't understand how to collect this information. Later, I thought about it carefully. To understand the life experience of Menyoubo, I might need to start from regular channels. The previous investigation showed that people on the Tao did not understand him. Maybe they had to have records in the organization of archaeological teams in the 1980s. In those days, I participated in this kind of project. I had to be innocent. I might be able to find clues in the old archives in Changsha, at least find his organizational relationship and then find one or two people who knew him or any clues. So I prepared to start in this aspect.

However, the city archives, especially the personnel archives, are all confidential old archives. There are no red-headed documents. This archaeological team was organized in the early 1980s. It is also built. Something happened and it is likely that it is not that easy to see.

In addition, the best way to find archives is to start from the research institute where the archaeological team was sent to now, but it has been more than 20 years since it was not too long.

I don’t know which research institute is specifically in Changsha, but at that time there wouldn’t be so many research institutes with so many titles related to archaeology. When they were mostly students, it was very likely that they were units in universities. It should not be difficult to verify.

After several searches, it turns out that as I thought, there was indeed an old research institute as I thought. Now it has been merged and the old site is on the campus of a famous university.

When Wang Meng and I were about to move, we were all covered with large lands outside. I guess we had sold them to a real estate company. If we were a few more days later, we might only see a flat land in the past month.

Even if there are clues, the archives of the Institute may be merged into the new Institute, and it is very likely that they will remain in the archives of the old university. I know very well that I don’t believe that there will be people who care about the archives from more than 20 years ago.

However, it was difficult to find out about this. I asked my relationship. I went around in the old relationship between the third uncle and found a person who worked in the research institute. The name was Du. The name was very interesting. Juanshan sent two Chinese cigarettes. He asked about the situation and said that the office had changed places, but the archives were still in the school. The research institute and the university were still nepotism. Many of them were lecturers in the university. If you want to see him, he could take me in. It was not convenient at the door. It was relatively loose. But it was difficult to check the old archives and told me not to have too much hope.

I went there without saying much.

The old building of this university can be seen as a former hospital-changed archive room on the first floor of the auditorium with a hundred square meters. It was a warehouse without much work. Husband and I went down the low and narrow corridor. There was no darkness. The lights below were shining with flashlights. They were all rows of wooden shelves. The surface was covered with kraft paper. The archive bags were thick, thin, completely broken, horizontally, and vertically. Most of them were covered with a layer of gray. It smelled like paper heads were damp.

Dujuanshan told me that all the files that I often use after 1995 have been removed. The rest are those who will not move for many years and will probably not move until they are destroyed. No one will turn them over.

I looked at the situation and felt gloomy. But it happened that the temperature in Changsha in August was quite high and it felt cooler at night. I bit the flashlight and fanned the fan and searched carefully in front of old wooden shelves.

Speaking of which, I knew that there was a department of library management at Tsinghua University. I felt strange at that time. What else is there to learn about library management? Seeing the scale of this archives room, I realized that people who can manage these things are also called geniuses looking at these bookshelfs. Ordinary people must be dark-eyed. This is just an archive room of a research institute. If the National Archives has a number of numbers to deal with, it can be played with?

Dujuanshan was afraid that I would cause trouble and kept watching him while helping me find and ask me some details to help filter.

Due to some special reasons, China's archive system is very perfect as long as it follows certain rules, as long as the archives are still available. Unfortunately, I am better now.     I only know the approximate year of the archaeological team. I can only read every copy.

After searching for a long time, I found nothing. My idea was to find all the archives here by year. So as long as I find similar inspection files between 198o and 1985, I can get information about the participants from it. Changsha is located in Chu, although there are relatively many archaeological activities, there is no absolute number. I just have a lot of shelves. I don’t want to read the archives for five years and don’t see any file bags related to Xisha archaeology.

I thought to myself that I was wondering if there are any other places in Dujuan Mountain?

He shook his head and said that if there is no place here, it is basically nothing unless the file is in the confidential archives room and it will not be placed in this place. Otherwise, it will be specially destroyed.

I thought it was unlikely that even if the archaeology is secret, it would not be as confidential as that.

He comforted me and said that this is a common thing. Maybe it was like you said that the archaeological team disappeared later, which was considered a big deal. In order to keep it confidential, the archives were processed.

We put the file bag neatly and felt a little depressed, but we had long anticipated that things were not so easy.

I walked out of the archives in disappointment and spent two cigarettes for me, but unfortunately I thought about what to do next. If this road doesn't work, it's really like what the hell said that 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 there was a staircase that continued to walk down. It seemed that there was another floor underground in the archives. There was an iron door at the entrance of the stairs. There was a very thick rusty iron chain locked on it. There was a seal of unknown age.

"Where is this?" I asked.

"This is an archive room before the 1950s. During the Cultural Revolution, it was locked up for decades, but no one opened this door."
Chapter completed!