Blank files in chapter 1, 2, 2

Thinking of this, Yin Hui suddenly remembered something and threw away the chopsticks in his hand: "I remembered that when the God's Pursuit was leaving, when we talked about forty years ago, why don't we check the God's Pursuit's files forty years ago and see what these four old men did forty years ago? Follow the clues and find some clues."

Conan Doyle also looked excited. He threw away the chopsticks in his hand and didn't have time to continue eating. After a settlement, he pulled Yin Hui away and left here as if he was running away. He went to the archives of the Public Security Bureau to search the files of the four old men.

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

When Yin Hui excitedly opened the divine fortune teller's file with both hands, tears filled his eyes. It turned out that this divine fortune teller had been a blind fortune teller for more than 40 years, and I really couldn't imagine how he spent it.

"The God's Consort, male, is now seventy years old..." and so on a bunch of information.

Then he searched for what happened forty 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, the Divine Suanzi was a doctor in a hospital. After a blank file, the Divine Suanzi became the real Divine Suanzi, and her eyes were blinded by accident, and she made a living by fortune-telling.

"What happened forty years ago?" Yin Hui touched his head, then looked at Conan Doyle: "This file is not clear, why are there no file forty years ago?"

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

The yellow file bag was filled with a thick layer of dust. Conan Doyle flew up as soon as the dust blew up, confusing Conan Doyle's eyes.

Conan Doyle finally reacted, coughed a few times, and then took out the file from it.

The yellowed archives record that Yu Tianlai has been ignorant of his studies and acted in a misleading manner for the first half of his life, and even had many times in prison.

But the archives from forty years ago were still blank.

Forty years ago, Yu Tianlai suddenly became a different person. He worked hard all day long, and Yu's group grew rapidly like a legendary story, gradually becoming a big enterprise today that trembles the whole city.

The other few people had similar experiences, and all the files from forty years ago were blank.

Although they didn't know what happened forty years ago, the vacancy of archives made them seize a very favorable 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 the files of the few of them would not have been revoked.

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

But things have been so long, and the parties involved have all died. This is simply a headless case. How easy is it to search?

Yin Hui felt a little headache.

The dim lights in the archives room shine around. These archives have been around for a while. There is a strong fragrance of paper on them, reflecting the dim lights, making this huge archives room a bit romantic, just like a scene when the sun sets.

Although the archive room is large, it is filled with shelves, and the space for the two of them is very small. Yin Hui could feel that Conan Doyle's breathing is so even, carrying a strong fragrance unique to women, and it feels like he is intrigued.

Both of them were a little embarrassed when they were regained the feeling of throwing it away in the cafe.

For the two, Conan Doyle is the leader of the incredible group, while Yin Hui is just a mortician. There should be no sparks of love between the two, but now it seems that these two parallel lines that seem to not intersect are gradually moving closer in one direction.

For some reason, especially after the two separated during this period, this feeling became stronger and stronger.

In order to break this bad atmosphere, Yin Hui took the initiative to speak: "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 awkwardly and said, "It should be fine for me to say hello to them."

After saying that, Conan Doyle put away four files, walked to the Archives Management Office, and registered.

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

After leaving, Yin Hui had no good place to go. If he returned to the rental house, he would probably find Tang Yan and Shen Feifei if there were any unclean things. If it caused any harm to them, he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.

"Conan Doyle, I don't know if I can stay with you for a few nights. I don't want Tang Yan and Shen Feifei to get into such trouble."

Conan Doyle smiled and said, "Yes, why are you polite to me? We are buddies. Let's get in the car."

Yin Hui took the dusty files from Conan Doyle, and the dust on it shook off. The paper looked intact and was well preserved.

The night in the city is so seductive, and it caresses the city quietly like cold water. The whole world seems to be covered in silver.

Yin Hui also put down the files in his hand. At this moment, his heart was completely quiet. It seemed that there was no such thing as the criminal officer and others, and the world was in harmony.

Looking out the window, he saw the lights of thousands of families hazy through the window, and the light shone brightly across the world. The bright lights that could not be seen at first glance made Yin Hui intoxicated. He hoped that the car would drive forever, isolate all the world from outside the car without any disturbance. He kept thinking deeply.

The company of Conan Doyle made his heart more or less ups and downs. He didn't know what he thought about Conan Doyle, but his friends surpassed friendship. Love seemed to be a little bit related.

When I thought about it, I finally realized that it was just ambiguous, pure ambiguity. I can’t stay with her unless it was a dream.

He smiled bitterly.

squeak……

The wheels made a harsh friction sound and barely stopped.

This is a dark place. The high-rise buildings on both sides have already turned off their lights. They are so quiet that there is nothing else except for the occasional cries of grasshoppers.

"It's strange, this terrible quiet. Yin Hui was stunned for a moment, and then wiped the sweat from his head.

It was cold sweat, the cold sweat that was scared.

"Get out of the car, Mr. Exorcist." Conan Doyle had already become 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 cool breeze whizzed into his coat, and it was so cold that he unconsciously wrapped his clothes.

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

"Stop talking nonsense, go ahead."

Conan Doyle smiled slightly, then closed the car door, and a muffled sound seemed to be an explosion.

"Damn it." Yin Hui cursed in his heart: "If I had known that you lived in this place, I should have stayed in a hotel."

But since he comes, he will be at ease. If he retreats now, it would be strange if Conan Doyle cannot use this as a handle to laugh at him for a lifetime. He knows Cole Doyle's temper.

After walking a few steps, I chased after me.

Because it was at night, Yin Hui couldn't see what the building looked like. Although the moonlight was so sensual, they were all blocked by the building, and the visibility here was very low.

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

After walking up the dim steps, I felt a chill under my feet.

Yin Hui was puzzled, looked around, and was sure there was no abnormality before continuing to move up the steps.

The footsteps of Conan Dolkakicac are getting farther and farther away.

Yin Hui also stepped up a few steps and chased after him.

But strangely, no matter how hard I tried, the distance between the two did not decrease, but became farther and farther. In the end, Conan Doyle's figure turned at the entrance of the stairs and disappeared from front of him.

"Damn it." Yin Hui cursed: "Damn, this is a ghost hitting a wall."
Chapter completed!