Aoba Office

Originally, I thought that there was a Huixiang ghost who was particularly resentful of outsiders, attacked them, and made them all disappear. The guide is just a manager here in Huixiang. Finding him would naturally save a lot of work. And what I know is just the guide. I have no clue who the real ghost is.

But after what happened in Waigou Village, especially after what happened with Taoist Falian, I felt more and more that the culprit of all this should be the guide. He did more than just lay down rules.

Zhuang Huai drove directly to the archives in Huixiang.

Normally not many people come to the archives, but now they are doing disaster relief and no one comes.

When I entered the two-story building, I felt that the place was too deserted, so cold that it seemed to be filled with yin energy.

I stood there for a while. Zhuang Huai and Lu Qiaolan both looked over, and then I took a step and continued walking.

Not Yin Qi. It's just that the lighting in this place is not good, and there are buildings all around, and the distance between them is very close, which directly blocks the light from this building.

There is a reception table in the foyer, and an uncle sits behind it.

He looked to be in his fifties or sixties, unshaven, and dressed simply. He had rolled up his trousers, exposing his hairy legs, and his clothes were unbuttoned to his chest. On the table in front of him, there was a pair of damp leather shoes and a pair of soaked socks. My two bare feet were on the stool.

His posture was inelegant. When he saw us coming in, he was a little surprised, but he didn't change his posture. He also held a few newspapers in his hand to fan himself, and he didn't know whether he was fanning himself or his soaked shoes and socks.

Zhuang Huai showed his ID. The uncle took it and studied it carefully before returning it to Zhuang Huai.

"What files do you want to check? Let me tell you, no one is coming to work at this time. It will be troublesome to check the files. You can come back when the water recedes." The uncle said reluctantly.

"We want to ask about Wailing Grave Hill," I said.

The uncle looked puzzled, "Weeping Ridge? Just look at the map. Can't you young people check the map online? That place is just like that. It has been a mountain for so many years, and nothing has changed."

"I want to find out 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 uncle was even more confused, "Looking up the history of our place? That thing is in the underground warehouse. It will be troublesome to find it. You can come back when the water recedes. No one came to work today. Alas, so do the young people nowadays. Even if you don't have water, you won't come to work. In the past, when we encountered flooding, we would rush to the unit to help rescue things. Now..."

The uncle changed the topic, his eyes were very clear, and he stared at us. The signal he sent was full of "you should leave quickly."

Zhuang Huai knocked on the table, "We have work needs, and we need to look at the files now."

The uncle's feet were still on the stool, he twisted his butt and changed into a comfortable position, "I told you, there is no one in the unit now. I am just a concierge, and I can't touch those files."

"Then you contact someone who can handle the matter." Zhuang Huai frowned.

He is full of righteousness and is more intimidating than leaders like Chen Yihan. He is obviously the kind of policeman who works on the front line all year round and faces criminals.

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

The uncle put down his feet, picked up the landline phone on the table with some hesitation, listened for a second, and then handed it to Zhuang Huai, "Look, the phones are all disconnected. There is no power, no phone, and there is nothing I can do."

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

I feel a bit confused.

The uncle, as a result of the old god's presence, put his feet back again.

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

The uncle's eyes widened, "What are you going to do? I won't violate discipline."

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

"Hey, you!" The uncle was about to start a crime.

Zhuang Huai stared at the uncle coldly, "Don't play this trick on me. I am handling the case, and now I require your archives to cooperate. If something goes wrong, I will make you suffer. You are also the system. People inside, even if you work as a concierge in a place like the archives, you should have heard about the recent police operations, right? The police here have been delaying the work progress, and others are not cooperating. The attitude above has changed. You don't want it. If you don’t drink a toast, you’ll be fined, and you’ll be the first to poke the picture.”

Zhuang Huai's attitude was tough and his hands were still on his waist.

The uncle 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 are a lot of messy things in the drawer, including cigarettes, lighters, nail clippers, hair ties, and a few melon seeds. There are also serious office supplies, such as ballpoint pens, sticky notes, paper clips...

The uncle stretched his hand inside and pulled out a wooden board.

There was a jingling sound.

There were keys tied around the board, and there was a label on the board with the key's corresponding lock written on it. The corners of the tape were turned up, and the writing on it was blurred. The rope that tied the keys was also old and badly worn.

The uncle held up the wooden board and handed the things to Zhuang Huai, "Here you go, go find them yourself. I'm telling you, don't mess around with things. Otherwise I will definitely cause trouble above. I won't carry it." This pot.”

Zhuang Huai put down his hand on his waist and reached out to take it.

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

Without thinking carefully, I grabbed Zhuang Huai's hand.

The keys just hung in the air.

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

"We don't know the situation here, so please lead the way." I said.

The uncle shook his head repeatedly, "How can that be done? Then I cheated and betrayed the organization? I'm telling you. I didn't know about this today. You took the key to find things by yourself, and I didn't even know."

Zhuang Huai looked at me and put down his hand.

"What are you going to do?" The uncle was unhappy, but he didn't put down his raised hand, and shook it, making the keys jingle, "Are you going or not?"

Amidst the noise and the uncle’s questioning, I heard another voice.

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

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

There was a clang.

The key flew out, and a furry figure jumped up on the ground. It bit the uncle's face with a big mouth that was not consistent with his cute body.

Good night everyone~