Aoba Office

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

Lu Qiaolan just smiled, then retracted her hand and put the amulet back on her neck.

Zhuang Huai drove slowly, not only because he paid attention to his surroundings, but also because the water in the city had not completely receded.

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

There are many buildings around the archives, and the archives itself is a bit old. It is an old building. It is not the kind of old building full of the charm of the times in a big city, but an old house that has been in disrepair. It looks no different from the common residential buildings in the last century, and has no sense of architectural design at all.

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

It seems that there is no one in the archives.

We finally got off the bus.

In a nearby cigarette shop, people were busy packing their things. Zhuang Huai went up to inquire. The people in the store knew two or three employees in the archives, but now that the power was out and the communication was cut off, they couldn't contact them.

"...I seem to live in the community in front of me. I forgot which building. He is a very fierce-looking old man. He has a bad temper at first glance and likes to drink. Oh, by the way, you can knock on the door and scream. I remember There is an archives person who lives in the archives. He is lonely and has no place to go. He has worked in the archives all his life, so he lives there." The person in the store suggested.

Zhuang Huai thanked him, and Zhuang Huai and I were about to knock on the door and have a look, when we heard yelling and cursing.

The yelling and cursing was very close, and someone was called out the next second.

I scratched my head and looked over, and saw a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties with a miserable face, pushing an electric car. There was an old man sitting in the car who was arrogant and pointed at Zhuang Huai and me.

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

Before we could speak, a head popped out of the store next to him and replied loudly: "Uncle, I'm here to do something at the archives!"

"Who is your uncle!" The old man shouted in anger.

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

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

Zhuang Huai had already talked with the other party and said that he wanted to borrow Huixiang's historical archives.

The uncle waved his hand and said, "What can I borrow? It's flooded now! The archives also need to be rescued. Come back another day."

This attitude is similar to the previous ghost.

Zhuang Huai's expression froze, and he did not demand as forcefully as before. He probably also has psychological shadow.

The middle-aged man was polite and came up to apologize to Zhuang Huai. Seeing the uncle's behavior, he hurriedly helped and pulled up the rolling shutter door.

The rolling shutter door is not sealed, and the glass door behind it is even less sealed.

The uncle looked anxious, stepped in the water, and shouted loudly: "Second son! Second son!"

The layout of the Archives is the same as what 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. He was familiar with the roads 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 whether there is any haunting inside, so you can only go in and have a look.

As soon as I entered, I didn't feel the coldness of being out of the sun all year round, but the feeling of humidity was more obvious. After all, the whole city was flooded, and the archives were not immune. However, with a step and a higher foundation, the situation would be better.

While walking in the archives, I heard the sounds of "plop-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap" and "plop-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap", as well as the uncle's shouts and the hurried dissuasion of the uncle's son.

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

When you go upstairs, you can see a long corridor, but it doesn't go very long. 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 from downstairs and looked at us with a strange expression.

The old man seemed to be very poor, and the clothes he wore were a bit sloppy. He also had his trouser legs rolled up and was wearing a pair of slippers, similar to those who were rescuers on the street. Even the helpless, tired, and angry expression on his face was similar to that of most people at this time.

The two father and son in front turned back.

"Second son, are you okay? Well, last night I wanted to come and see how you were doing, but this traitor stopped me!" The uncle glared at his son angrily.

The middle-aged man could only smile bitterly.

The old man known as Erzi said "Hi" and spoke to the middle-aged man: "He is doing it for your own good and cares about you. Why are you here when you are old?"

The uncle was still angry, "The others didn't come? Those heartless people! How much work have you done to help them, and now they don't 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, right?"

Zhuang Huai responded proactively and also said that he wanted to borrow the history of Huixiang.

"The files in the basement were flooded. I was rescuing them just now. But..." the old man shook his head and sighed, "I am old, and I didn't even wake up due to such a big movement yesterday. If I woke up earlier, maybe It keeps the water out.”

"Just in time, they are here to help!" the uncle said politely.

The middle-aged man called "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 hanging around." The old man said nonchalantly, "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 and take a look first." Zhuang Huai said.

The old man nodded and walked downstairs.

He went downstairs a little slowly, but his body still looked very healthy.

The basement stairs are on the other side.

Go around in front of the mural and enter the wall on the right to see the stairs leading to the underground.

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

The flooding situation here is much more serious, with the water level reaching the calves.

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

There are quite a few iron filing cabinets arranged neatly in the basement.

Many filing cabinets were open. The file bags and folders on the lower level were moved to the upper level.

"Over there are the residents' personal files, and here are the historical materials, including old newspapers and old documents." The old man introduced us, "If you want to check the history of Huixiang, help organize the files over there."

There are only two updates today. Goodnight everybody.