Enchanter

Chapter [-] Blank File

Thinking of this, Yin Hui suddenly thought of something and threw away the chopsticks in his hand: "I remembered, when God's Fortune was leaving, it was 40 years ago. Why don't we check the files of God's Fortune 40 years ago , Look at what these four old men did 40 years ago? If you follow the clues, you will definitely find some clues."

Conan Doyle also looked excited, dropped the chopsticks in his hand, and didn't bother to continue eating. After finishing the settlement, he dragged Yin Hui and left here as if fleeing, going to the file room of the Public Security Bureau, and was going to search the four profile of an old man.

The Archives was a huge room, comparable even to a large library outside.And they all have classification numbers. After checking on the computer, I finally found the files of the four old guys, so I took them all out and gathered them together.

When Yin Hui excitedly opened the file of the fortune teller, tears welled up in his eyes. It turns out that the fortune teller has been telling fortunes for the blind for more than 40 years. I can't imagine how he spent it.

"Magic operator, male, aged 70..." and so on and so forth a lot of information.

Then he looked for what happened 40 years ago, but unfortunately, he found that there was no record from 41 years ago to 39 years ago, and it was empty. Before that, Shen Suanzi was a doctor in a hospital, and there was a blank After the archives passed, the fortune teller became a real fortune teller. He lost his eyes by accident and has made a living by fortune telling ever since.

"What happened 40 years ago?" Yin Hui touched his head, then looked at Conan Doyle: "Why is this file not clear, why is there no file from 40 years ago?"

Conan Doyle shook his head, but he didn't understand, and opened Yu Tianlai's file at the same time.

The yellow file bag was covered with a thick layer of dust. When Conan Doyle blew the dust flew up, it fascinated Conan Doyle's eyes.

Conan Doyle finally came to his senses, coughed heavily, and then took out the file from inside.

The yellowed file records that Yu Tianlai spent the first half of his life ignorant, misbehaving, and even spent many times in prison.

But the files from 40 years ago are still blank.

After 40 years, Yu Tianlai suddenly became a different person, working hard all day long, and the Yu Group also grew rapidly like a legend, and gradually became today's stomping foot, the whole city will tremble. of large enterprises.

The rest of the people suffered similarly, and the files from 40 years ago are all blank.

Although they don't know exactly what happened 40 years ago, the fact that the archives were empty gave them a very good clue.

Forty years ago, the few of them must have done something very confidential, and this matter may even be related to state secrets, otherwise their files would not be revoked.

The most important thing for them now is to search what they did 40 years ago.

But it's been so long, and all the parties involved have died. This is a case without a head. How easy is it to search?

Yin Hui felt a little headache.

The dim light in the archive room illuminates the surroundings. These archives are quite old, and there is a strong smell of paper on them, reflecting the dim light, which makes this huge archive room somewhat romantic, as if it was sunset scene.

Although the archives room is very large, there are full of shelves inside, and there is very little space for two people to fit in. Yin Hui can feel that Conan Doyle's every breath is so even, with a strong fragrance unique to women, and there is a kind of The feeling of disorientation.

The feeling lost in the coffee shop was regained by myself, and both of them were a little embarrassed.

For the two, Conan Doyle is the leader of the incredible group, while Yin Hui is just an embalmer. There should be no spark of love between the two, but now it seems that these two seem to be The parallel lines that don't intersect gradually move towards one direction.

For some reason, especially after the two have been separated for this period of time, this feeling has become stronger.

In order to break this bad atmosphere, Yin Hui took the initiative to say, "I don't know if these files can be taken back, let's study them carefully."

Conan Doyle, who was breathing heavily, nodded, then looked down at the file in his hand in embarrassment and said, "It should be fine for me to say hello to them."

After speaking, Conan Doyle put away the four files, went to the file management office, and registered them.

It is not difficult to borrow several files back with Conan Doyle's identity.

After going out, Yin Hui had nowhere to go. If he returned to the rental house, he might look for Tang Yan and Shen Feifei if there were dirty things. If he caused any harm to the two of them, he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.

"Conan Doyle, I wonder if I can stay with you for a few nights. I don't want Tang Yan and Chen Feifei to get into this kind of trouble."

Conan Doyle smiled and said: "Yes, why are you being polite to me, we are buddies. Let's go, get in the car."

Yin Hui took over the dusty files from Conan Doyle, and the dust on them was also shaken off. The papers looked intact and well preserved.

The night of the city is so alluring, like cold water caressing the city quietly, the whole world seems to be covered in white.

The file in Yin Hui's hand was also put down. At this moment, his heart was completely quiet. It seemed that there was nothing about the criminal officer and others, and the world was in harmony.

Looking out of the window with both eyes, through the window, I can see the lights of Wanjia dimly, and the world is shrouded in brilliance.Yin Hui was intoxicated by the bright lights that could not be seen at the end.He hoped that the car would keep driving forever, keeping all worldly affairs out of the car, without anyone's disturbance.Just keep thinking about it.

There is also the company of Conan Doyle, which makes my heart more or less ups and downs.He didn't know what he thought about Conan Doyle, friend, but it was beyond friendship.Love, it seems a little detached.

When I think about it, I finally understand that it's just ambiguity, pure ambiguity.Can't stay with her, unless it's a dream.

With a wry smile.

squeak……

The wheels made a screeching sound and came to a halt.

This is a dark place, the tall buildings on both sides have already turned off the lights, it is eerily quiet, except for the occasional cries of grasshoppers, there is nothing else.

"Strange, this terrible silence. Yin Hui froze for a moment, then wiped the sweat from his head.

It was cold sweat, cold sweat from being frightened.

"Get out of the car, Mr. Exorcist." Conan Doyle had long been familiar with the environment here, and smiled at Yin Hui with a very peaceful expression.

Yin Hui nodded, and then opened the car door.

A gust of cool wind swished into his coat, which was bitingly cold, and he wrapped it unconsciously.

"Why is it so cold here?" Yin Hui asked subconsciously.Although it is only early autumn, it is still cold in winter.

"Stop talking nonsense, go, go up."

Conan Doyle smiled slightly, then closed the car door with a muffled bang as if there was an explosion.

"Damn it." Yin Hui cursed inwardly, "If I knew you lived in this place, I should have stayed in a hotel."

But if it comes, let it be. If you retreat now, Conan Doyle will have to use this as a excuse to laugh at him for the rest of his life.Did he know Cordonan's temper.

He took a few steps and chased after him.

Because it was night, Yin Hui couldn't see what the building looked like. Although the moonlight was alluring, it was blocked by the building, and the visibility here was very low.

However, he could judge from some information on the scene that the building should be quite old, because the scene was filled with a strong odor and signs of lime powder peeling off.

Walking up the dark steps, I felt a cold feeling under my feet.

Yin Hui was puzzled, looked around, and continued to walk up the steps after confirming that there was nothing abnormal.

Conan Doyle's footsteps gradually faded away.

Yin Hui also hastened a few steps to catch up.

But the strange thing is that no matter how hard I run, the distance between the two of them has not decreased, but has become farther and farther away, and finally Conan Doyle's figure turned at the stairway and passed in front of me. Disappeared.

"I'll wipe it." Yin Hui scolded: "Damn, this is a ghost hitting a wall."

Then why did Conan Doyle live here for such a long time without encountering ghosts hitting the wall, why did he have to be entangled by such dirty things when he first came here.