At the end of the warehouse, there was a large square box. Wuxie squatted down to look at it, but his footprints were pressed underneath by the box.
"It seems that this box was pushed in later. There must be some secret behind it. Tianzhen is here to help, and we can push it out."
Wuxie pushed him while complaining, "Aren't you afraid of monsters here now?"
"As long as I can make money for Fatty, the monster Fatty will accept it!"
The box was very heavy, and both of their faces almost turned the color of pig liver. Then they pushed the box aside. Wuxie took a flashlight and looked at it. There were several piles of files in the corner behind.
The fat man casually pulled out a piece of paper and said, "Hey, this file is really old. Look at the rat droppings on it. I'm naive. I don't even need to wait for the school to process this pile of files. The rats will almost eat this file."
Several piles of files are arranged in a semicircle, with a rectangle made of documents in the middle.
"You're very particular. I even made a small stool for you. Come on, come on, I'm so naive. Please try to see if the position of this stool is suitable?"
Wu Xie rolled her eyes as the fat man pressed her down on the document, "How did you know you were sitting here for me? There were so many documents, and we were going through them together."
The fat man would give him a look. "Put it down, you are an expert at reading information. I won't look through this with you. Fatty, I'm going to look over there to see if there are any treasures."
Wu Xie was left to look through the documents by himself, and the fat man started to work on several wooden boxes around him. However, these boxes were stacked against the wall and were very high. The fat man walked around a few boxes and stretched out his hands to test them. Suddenly, it was very heavy and I couldn't move at all.
"Hey, I don't believe it. There are still boxes that I can't open, Fatty."
When Wu Xie heard what he said, he quickly stopped him, "Oh, fat man, please don't do anything. If Lao Du discovers something is wrong with the box, he will come back to settle the score with you."
The fat man turned a deaf ear to Wu Xie's words and wandered around with a flashlight, trying to find something to use with his hands.
In the corner of the warehouse, I found a cage made of iron bars welded horizontally and vertically. The cage was more than half a man tall, and the tight iron bars were rusty. The fat man looked inside with a flashlight. The bottom of the cage should be an iron plate, with a A broken bowl was placed in the corner of the cage.
"What is this? A dog breeder? There is a dog cage in the archives warehouse."
The fat man tugged on the iron bars on the cage. They were already rusty, but the cage was still very strong.
"It's so strong, what kind of dog does it have to be? A Tibetan Mastiff?"
The fat man walked around the cage curiously, wanting to see where the opening of the cage was.
Wuxie sat on the small stool piled with documents, looking at the piles of documents around him, not knowing how to look through them. At this moment, he saw the fat man wandering around in the corner next to him, talking to the fat man and taking a document at random. "Fat man, why are you wandering around? If you don't want to look for it, come and look at the files with me. There are so many files, I have to see when..."
The innocent words stopped when he put his eyes on the document in his hand.
The first one is a table, a subsidy budget table. According to the era at that time, things like subsidy budgets are usually given to the Soviets. Logically speaking, it is not what he is looking for, but in the corner of this table There is a line of words in it. Subsidy table for expatriates in the archaeological project of Zhangjiapu site in Shangsi, Guangxi.
"found it."
Wuxie flipped through the documents in his hand. Most of the documents had some names on them. Looking at the stamps on the documents, they were all stamped by the Institute of Archaeology. Looking at the time, the oldest stamp was in 1956, which is similar to the year 1956. What he had found before was that the institute was established at the same time.
The fat man heard what he said and came over to take a look, "Innocent, you have the talent to find things. You can find them in no time."
When the fat man looked over, Wu Xie was looking at a floor plan of something. The fat man took a look and saw that it was drawn with a brush.
"What is this? An architectural drawing handed down from ancient times?"
Wu Xie held the drawing in his hand and said softly. "This is a picture of Style Lei. Style Lei refers to a family of royal designers in the Qing Dynasty. They were in charge of almost all royal architecture and design work. China has a history of five thousand years. Although Style Lei only existed for two hundred years, But one-fifth of today’s cultural heritage is left by Shinglei.”
The fat man thought about it and asked doubtfully: "I remember that the Xianglei family declined after the Summer Palace was built. It is said that the whole family abandoned their official positions overnight. Is that what happened? I remember that it seemed that in Pan Jiayuan has seen 'hot drawings'."
Wu Xie showed the allowance list to Fatty, and Fatty's little eyes were brighter than light bulbs.
"This means that the place in Banai may have been built by Shishi Lei? Oh my god, Shi Shilei is a royal designer. He can ask Shishi Lei to give out the drawings to build the house. Our little brother's family is a big family. Man! Well, this old family building really has to go, there must be so many treasures in it."
"You can't take the treasure even though it belongs to my little brother and his family."
"Isn't it okay for Fat Master to have eyes? There is a small way to get that golden mountain for us. Fat Master is really not short of money."
Wu Xie rolled his eyes and continued to flip through the documents in his hand. Ever since Lu Yao handed over the golden mountain to Xiao Hua'er, the fat man had been confused. He didn't notice the gift today. He had to give Lao Du a bottle of Maotai. According to Wu Xie, he said There are quite a few Tiaohuazi.
Wuxie found a file index page at the end, "There are 6 missing pages. It seems someone took them away on purpose."
After looking through the remaining documents, there seemed to be no useful clues, so he was about to call the fat man away.
"Fat man, what are you doing?"
The fat man was holding a knife across the cage, scraping the rust underneath, "I suspect this cage has been used to hold people."
Wu Xie frowned and looked at the rusty cage, "No way, how can this cage hold people in it? Maybe someone just welded a cage with the leftover materials when they were building a house."
The fat man pointed to the place where he was shaving. "Impossible, this cage must have held someone before. There are writings on this place."
Wuxie quickly went up to take a look. Near the broken bowl, there was a line of rust stains that was different from other places. This was where the fat man scratched.
"Isn't it possible? Can you leave writing on the iron cage? How much strength does it take?"
As the rust was scraped off by the fat man, a word was actually revealed underneath.
"I?"
Wuxie and Fatty looked at each other, "Why do I feel that this word makes me so scared?"
The two of them suddenly remembered Chen Wenjin who was screaming, "Kill me" in the Golmud Sanatorium.
The fat man gestured at the length, and the knife in his hand should be able to finish the sentence, "Innocent, should I continue to shave?"
As the rust was removed, a sentence was slowly revealed.
"Wuxie, kill me!"
