***! My scalp exploded and my whole body trembled. I thought to myself, what's going on? In 1990, there was my handwriting on the seal at a university in Changsha?

No! It must be because I read it wrong! I thought it would be impossible to have such a thing, but at the same time I understand that my intuition about handwriting has been read by tens of thousands of rubbings. (The full text novel reading is all on Wen. Xue.com)

That's a coincidence that I learned the thin gold body. Maybe that person also learned this font, so it's a bit similar in terms of charm.

I patted my forehead and found a hundred reasons for this. For example, after a man cheated, he wanted to find a document to explain it to himself. In the end, he thought it was ridiculous that these document could never deceive him.

I looked at my watch in the middle of the night and called Dujuanshan out again, but I decided not to sleep tonight. Anyway, I could see the door outside the archives room without a key, so I cleaned up and pulled Wang Meng out to go out to the university again to see what happened.

I took a taxi and didn't have a Dujuan Mountain work permit. The guard didn't let me in. Those who have been to college wouldn't understand this. I turned around and bought a small selling point next to me. I easily got in and went back to the old auditorium based on my memory.

The entire school lights were all turned off, but the street lights were so dark around it. However, I was anxious and didn't care at all, and went straight to the underground archives room to look at the words on the seal.

Naturally, the handwriting was there without running.

My heart was beating so hard that I wanted to see the female bathhouse, and I hurriedly shone with a flashlight.

On July 6, 1990, the Institute of Archaeology of XX University was sealed.

This time I saw it more clearly and my mind was clearer. Every stroke and every stroke was clear. As I looked at it, the cold sweat slid down my cheeks.

It's really my handwriting.

I was stunned and almost collapsed.

Ordinary people can recognize their handwriting as long as the interval is not too long, let alone which line I do. This is definitely because my handwriting cannot have any meaning.

How old was I in 1990? Thirteen? Fifteen? Did I know the thin gold body at that time? Maybe I didn’t even know the thin gold body! What’s going on?

"It's all over for me but nothing actually started for you."

Uncle San's voice suddenly sounded in his ears that long-lost feeling of splitting headache began to circling in my mind again.

I took a deep breath and tried to dispel all the fragments in my mind. Previous experience told me that it was useless at this time and it was difficult to calm down once I became irritable. I had to calm down before I was irritable.

I remembered again that there was a person who looked very similar to me in the video sent by Wen Jin crawling in a sanatorium in Golmud, but she didn't have time to explain to me at that time that Uncle San once said that they were not simple to ask for it. I thought it was his indignation and now I think it was really suspicious.

What happened to me? How should I explain this? It seems that there is not only one person in this world, but also another. I wrote this seal in this place nearly twenty years ago. It was also photographed in the old house in Yu Golmud at about the time...

I was so confused that I had no clue at all. This was even more troublesome than the third uncle's affairs.

Hold the flashlight and shine in the space behind the seal.

Assuming that this seal was posted by "I", then there is obviously a chance. At least it is certain that the relationship between "I" who wrote the seal and this research is related to it.

This basement they thought was not visited for decades not only had people entered but also involved such a strange thing. I couldn't help but wonder what the situation would be? It seemed that I had to go down and figure out what the situation was.

The tomb passage below is dark and pounding like an ancient tomb. I had a painful experience in Golmud and couldn't help but feel a little scared. But I thought that this was a community police station not far from Changsha city. The civilized world has always been reliable. There will always be no plot in the campus ghost story. So I wiped my sweat while breaking the chains and felt depressed. I knew the key point. I would have to buy two filial pilgrimage to this cuckoo?

The iron chain weighed twenty kilograms and was extremely rusted. The powerful man thought that the locked door must be with real people. After a few twists, he suddenly had a bad idea: Is it not to lock some monster when using such a thick iron chain?

How could it be possible to get rid of this idea immediately?

Carefully pulled out the chain and put it aside, his hands were covered with rust and slag, and when he pulled the seal and walked down, he took two breaths and was choked by the dust that made his tears come out.

The stairs were messy and all of them were old tables and chairs.

When I walked down, I saw a door like the archive room above that was not locked. I took it inside and it was a room as big as the one above, but there were no archives filled with debris.

After taking a look, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. This place was not the old archives room mentioned by Dujuanshan, but a miscellaneous warehouse. And seeing this garbage, it might have been piled up with a thick layer of dust when the house was built.

I used a flashlight to illuminate the T-shirt around and covered the dust of my mouth and nose. The smell was really pungent and uncomfortable. There were messy footprints on the ground and there was a layer of gray on my head. It was obviously not long before I stepped on it. Maybe it was stepped on when I was having something. The footprints were stacked into one, which might be seen that two or three people were walking very erratic and heading into the warehouse.

Follow the footprints and look at the surrounding debris, I can't tell what they were. After walking a few steps deeper, I can barely see that there are many large wooden boxes.

But when I came to these boxes, I thought of a story; there were several wooden boxes in the National Archives warehouse. They were all Dunhuang's Buddhist scriptures. They were transported at one time. Because in the early days of liberation, no one counted them and kept them. Where did they know where to transport them?

Will there be such treasures in these warehouses?

The size of the box looks very big, and with my own strength, it is unlikely that I can find out what I had in this floor of the warehouse back then. It was too messy and dirty. Even if there were clues, I didn’t have the energy to move them away to check.

There was a little less debris at the end of the warehouse. There was a large square box with something to cover the footprints and walked towards the box. I squatted down and saw that they did not stop in front of the box and the footprints were pressed under the box.

"The boss came to push this box in time." Wang Meng arrived.

That means something they blocked. From the angle between the box and the corner of the wall, there will inevitably be a space where there is something to block?

I said to Wang Meng: "Go and push it away."

"Ah?" Wang Meng's face turned green, "Boss..."
Chapter completed!