Qingye Supernatural Office

I still had doubts in my heart, and finally chose to reject Lu Qiaolan.

Lu Qiaolan just smiled, then withdrew her hand and put the amulet back around her neck.

Zhuang Huai drove very slowly, not only because he was paying attention to the surrounding environment, but also because the water in the urban area had not completely receded.

When he stopped the car, the three of us saw the two-story building again, and we didn't move for a while.

There are many buildings around the archives, and the archives themselves are a bit old, and they are old buildings.It is not the kind of old buildings full of the charm of the times in big cities, but old houses that have been in disrepair for a long time. They look no different from the common residential buildings in the last century, and there is no sense of architectural design at all.

The doors to the archives are rolling shutters.This is also a little funny.If it weren't for the sign hanging at the door, people would think it was a private store.

Apparently, the archives are empty.

We got out of the car after all.

There are people in a tobacconist nearby who are busy packing their things.Zhuang Huai went up to inquire, and the people in the store knew two or three employees in the archives, but now that the power and communication were cut off, they couldn't get in touch with anyone.

"...I seem to be living in the neighborhood in front of me. I forgot which building. He is a very fierce-looking old man. He has a bad temper and likes to drink. Oh, by the way, you can knock on the door and ask to see it. I remember There is an archives person who lives in the archives. He is lonely and has nowhere to go. He has worked in the archives all his life and lives there." The person in the store suggested.

Zhuang Huai thanked me, Zhuang Huai and I were going to knock on the door to have a look, when we heard scolding.

The scolding was very close, and the next second they called someone.

I scratched my head and looked over, and saw a middle-aged man in his 40s and [-]s with a miserable face, pushing an electric car.There was an old man sitting in that car, bossing around, and now pointing at me and Zhuang Huai.

"What are you doing?" the old man shouted.

Before we could speak, a head poked out from the nearby store and replied loudly: "Uncle, someone came to find the archives to do something!"

"Who is your uncle!" The old man was full of anger and roared.

The electric car was pushed to the door of the archives, and the middle-aged man helped the uncle down.

I watched it for a long time, but I was still not sure if it was a human or a ghost.

Zhuang Huai has already talked with the other party, saying that he wants to borrow Huixiang's historical archives.

The uncle waved his hand, "What are you borrowing! It's flooded now! The archives are also going to be rescued, so you can come back another day."

This attitude is similar to the previous ghost.

Zhuang Huai's face froze, and he didn't demand as forcefully as before.He probably also has a psychological shadow.

The middle-aged man was very polite, he came up to apologize to Zhuang Huai, and when he saw the uncle's behavior, he went to help again and pulled up the shutter door.

The rolling shutter door is not sealed, let alone the glass door behind it.

With an anxious expression on his face, the uncle stepped into the water and called out loudly, "Second son! Second son!"

The layout of the archives is exactly the same as we saw before.The lobby is very spacious, except for a reception desk, and a large mural facing the door, there is nothing else.

The mural is connected to the corridor on the second floor, and there should be other passages behind it.

The uncle went in immediately, and he was familiar with the way, and entered behind the wall on the left side of the mural.The middle-aged man hurriedly followed.

Zhuang Huai and I looked at each other.Standing outside like this, you can't tell if there are ghosts inside, so you can only go in and have a look.

As soon as I entered, I didn't feel the coldness that was not seen all year round, but the damp feeling was more obvious.After all, the whole city was flooded, and the archives were not spared, but there is a step, the foundation is higher, and the situation is better.

Walking in the archives, I heard the sounds of "slapping", "slapping", and the shouting of the uncle, as well as the dissuasion of the uncle's son in a hurry.

Behind the wall on the left side of the mural is a staircase.There is a window next to it, but it is facing the wall of the smoking hotel next door, so there is no lighting.

When you go upstairs, you can see a long corridor, but it doesn't really go anywhere.There are three rooms in total, and three signs are hung.

The uncle walked directly to the room at the end.

We were about to follow when we heard footsteps coming from below.

"Hey, who are you?" An old man came up downstairs and looked at us with a strange expression on his face.

The old man seemed to be very poor, and his clothes were shabby.He also rolled up his trouser legs and stepped on a pair of slippers, similar to those rescuers on the street.Even the somewhat helpless, somewhat tired, and somewhat annoyed expressions on his face were similar to most people at this time.

The two father and son in front turned back.

"Second son, are you okay? Sigh, I just wanted to see how you are doing last night, but this naughty son stopped me!" The uncle glared at his son angrily.

The middle-aged man could only smile wryly.

The old man known as the second son said "Hi" and spoke for the middle-aged man: "He is for your own good and cares about you. You are old, what are you doing here?"

The uncle was still angry, "The others didn't come? Those people have no conscience! You have helped them with a lot of work, and now they don't come to care about you! People nowadays are really..."

"Okay, okay." The old man waved his hand and looked at the three of us, "You don't seem to be locals, do you?"

Zhuang Huai took the initiative to answer, and also said that he wanted to borrow the history of Huixiang.

"The files in the basement are flooded. I was trying to rescue them just now. But..." the old man shook his head and sighed, "I'm old, and I didn't wake up from the big commotion yesterday. If I woke up earlier, maybe Can keep the water out."

"It's just right, they are here to help!" The uncle said bluntly.

The middle-aged man called out "Dad", and was scolded again by the uncle.

"Where are the staff in your archives?" Zhuang Huai asked with a frown.

"How can anyone come to work? Besides, there are only five of us working here. Except for me and Lao Liu, those three are just dawdling." The old man said indifferently, "People also have families and rooms. At this time I have to be busy at home."

These words caused the old man to curse again.

"Then let's go to the basement first." Zhuang Huai said.

The old man nodded and walked downstairs.

His movement down the stairs was a little slow, but his body still looked very healthy.

The basement stairs are on the other side.

Go around in front of the mural, and after entering the wall on the right, you can see the stairs leading to the underground.

The door to the basement is a metal door, but it is also not airtight and waterproof.

The flooding situation here is much more serious, and the water level reaches the calf.

Because of the power outage, the only thing that can be used for lighting at this time is the flashlight.

And there are quite a lot of iron filing cabinets neatly arranged in the basement.

Many filing cabinets were open.Portfolios and file folders on the lower level have been moved to the upper level.

"Over there are the personal files of the residents, and here are historical materials, including old newspapers and documents." The old man introduced to us, "If you want to check the history of Hui Township, please help sort out the files over there."