Chapter 70 Archives

Zhou Taifu looked a little strange standing in front of a file rack, Yu Wen stood beside him.

It was very dark here, and the only light source came from the mobile phone in Yu Wen's hand.

Their faces were hidden in the darkness.

"How could it be?" Yu Wen looked at the scene in front of her, frowning slightly, and her calm expression was no longer there.

The file rack is divided into 4 layers, from top to bottom.

Except for the first layer, which had no signs of being turned over, the other three layers were turned over in a mess, and there were many brown paper bags scattered on the ground.

Zhou Taifu squatted down and touched it with his hand.

There was no dust on the paper bag, which was just made like this recently.

In other words, it was Luo Yi who did it.

It seems that he took away the clues about the female ghost here.

But they just searched again and found nothing.

Zhou Taifu slowly stood up, his voice cold, "It seems that the ghost took the clue away."

This is the situation he least wants to see.

Tomorrow night at midnight is the final deadline.

They don't have much time left.

"Let's go," Yu Wen no longer hesitated and turned to walk out.

Zhou Taifu followed her and asked hesitantly, "Where are we going? The equipment center?"

"Block C, the music classroom."

After closing the door, the two quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor

Here, the deathly silence returned.

A few minutes passed.

There was a very slight friction sound, and a closed door was pushed open a crack.

This door was located opposite the archive room.

It looked inconspicuous.

After a while, a bloodshot eye slowly emerged from the crack of the door.

The eye looked around, turned its head, and whispered, "Doctor, they're gone."

Jiang Cheng sat up from a dusty rattan chair. After getting up, he first patted the dust off his buttocks, with a brown paper bag under his armpit.

If you look closely, you can still see blood stains on the corner of the paper bag.

"Doctor," the fat man swallowed his saliva, looked at Jiang Cheng, and said with a flattering and admiring expression: "You are really amazing, how did you know they would come to the archives to find clues?"

"Luo Yi was replaced by a ghost, so they naturally thought that he died in the archives, and then thought that he might have found some important clues and was killed by the ghost," Jiang Cheng answered simply.

"But" the fat man was puzzled for a while, and raised his head and asked: "They don't have a camera, how did they confirm that Luo Yi was a ghost?"

Jiang Cheng took the brown paper bag in his hand, and the seal had been torn open. Obviously, Luo Yi had seen what was inside.

"It's a mirror," turned the brown paper bag upside down, and a booklet inside was scratched out. Jiang Cheng flipped it open and replied indifferently: "I saw Zhang Yinyin use it, and ghosts can also be verified through mirror reflection."

When Jiang Cheng mentioned Zhang Yinyin, the fat man suddenly realized that he didn't see this woman just now.

"Doctor," the fat man looked at the door and said in a strange tone, "Zhang Yinyin has separated from them."

"Yeah," Jiang Cheng stared at the booklet, turning the pages, and answered, "Not only separated from them, but also separated from this world."

As if he suddenly realized something, the fat man said in surprise, "Do you mean she is dead?"

"Yeah."

The fat man was stunned, "But the ghost is not..."

"It's not a ghost," Jiang Cheng closed the booklet, and his face gradually changed, "It's Yu Wen and Zhou Taifu."

He looked at the door, and his sight seemed to be able to penetrate the door and see the scene outside.

"Time is almost up."

Although he didn't understand Jiang Cheng's words, the fat man instinctively felt that there were some profound and complicated problems mixed in.

And he understood that even if he asked, Jiang Cheng would not explain to him.

This is a weird and extremely self-centered man.

The code of conduct that drives his actions is not something he can understand.

On the way here, Jiang Cheng grabbed his collar and looked down at him. He even felt that the former would kill him.

"Doctor," he changed the subject carefully, stretched his neck, looked at the booklet in Jiang Cheng's hand and asked, "What's written in it?"

Jiang Cheng handed the booklet over casually.

The booklet was not big, and the cover was not thick either. On it were the words "2009 Dance Department Student File" written in gold-plated fonts.

As Yu Wen speculated, after the ghost killed Luo Yi, he took the file from his hand and put it back to its original place.

It was a pity that finding the way and getting rid of Zhang Yinyin wasted too much time for the two of them.

As a result, Jiang Cheng got there first and took the file first.

And when he heard someone coming upstairs, he hid in the small room opposite the archive room.

This should have been an office, small in size, but well-equipped.

Jiang Cheng's eyes swept around.

The only window in the room was blocked by dark curtains, and only a little light could penetrate through the gap in the middle.

A dark brown bookshelf stood by the wall, next to a white water dispenser.

The water in the water dispenser had already dried up at this moment.

There were 4 or 5 empty buckets on the ground.

The empty buckets were turned over and were so dirty that their original colors could not be seen.

Several red clay pots for growing flowers were neatly stacked in a row under the window.

The plants inside had already withered and were in a mess.

Just behind the fat man, there was a wooden clothes hanger with a few clothes hanging on it.

There was a desk calendar on the old desk. Jiang Cheng hadn't seen such a thing for a long time. He picked up the calendar and found that the last time was December 2009.

"Doctor," Fatty also noticed the calendar on the desk, frowning and saying, "It seems that the people in this office left in a hurry, and they didn't take anything with them."

December 2009

Jiang Cheng seemed to be thinking.

The fat man held the file in his hand and asked in confusion, "Why, this college also has a dance department?"

The fat man remembered that this was a special music college, and the teacher who brought them in at the beginning also introduced it in this way.

"Yuying Music College naturally doesn't have a dance department, but Yuying Art College does," Jiang Cheng replied, "That is the predecessor of this college."

The fat man was stunned when he heard this.

"It's in the file," Jiang Cheng replied hastily.

After opening the file again, the fat man found the name of Yuying Art College in it.

"When was it renamed?"

"Ten years ago, I found a 10-year file in the place where the files were stored. At that time, the name had been changed to Yuying Music College," he paused, looked at the fat man, and said meaningfully, "The dance department was also cancelled."

The fat man seemed to smell something unconsciously.

The school suddenly changed its name, the dance department was abolished, and the obscure files all seemed to indicate that there was some unknown secret hidden here.

Especially when thinking of the female ghost stepping on the ballet steps.

"It was the death of that girl that triggered this series of changes!" The fat man said with certainty, holding the file.