Chapter 4: The Mysterious Archives Room

  The light is on, and the newly painted wall has started dripping with wet paint.

  After a moment, the gray wall dried up, and a shape seemed to appear on it.

  "Look, it's a string of numbers." Lin Mo pointed at the shape on the wall.

  "Look closely, 20, 138, 478, 341, 238." Five numbers.

  Lin stared at the wall for a moment, as if sensing something unbelievable. Then he suddenly reacted, scared and wrapped his arms around me, his body almost sticking to mine. My arm clearly felt a soft lump pressing against it, and I felt a thrill of excitement in my heart.

  "Don't be afraid, I'm here, I'm here." After these two days, of course, I've seen and experienced more than her, so at this time, I wasn't afraid either. Let's just quietly enjoy it.

  She hadn't enjoyed it for a while, and then she felt my arm going up, so she threw away my arm, looked at me with a red face, that shy expression, and captured me on the spot.

  It wasn't until then that I took a serious look at her face, and she was so beautiful, with a pair of bright and big eyes, sexy lips, a straight nose, and a head of black and long hair, and her figure was great too.

  "You, you're overdoing it!" Lin Mo's face was still red.

  "It's you who took the initiative, don't involve me." I pretended to be dead and didn't admit it.

  "What does this number mean?" I suddenly changed the subject to distract her attention.

  "I don't know, it's already very late, we have to close the dormitory door, let's go back, I'm scared." Lin Mu begged with wide eyes.

  "Okay, I'll take a picture with my phone first."

  He then took down the number on the wall and sent Lin Mo back to his dormitory.

  On the way back to Lin Mo's dormitory, I learned that Lin Mo was a fourth-year student majoring in forensic medicine. As for why such a beautiful girl wanted to study forensic medicine, she also remained tight-lipped.

  "Hey, I don't have your phone number!" I called out as I turned back after taking a few steps.

  "Haven't I sent you a message? See you tomorrow, bye." She had already walked very far.

  "No, it's not, I've lost my card." At this time, a wave of regret in her heart, whispering to herself.

  Today I had a stroke of luck, didn't expect that I, "Yang Guo", would have such a day, from now on she will be my "Little Dragon Maiden", hahaha, on the way back to the dormitory, I couldn't help but feel secretly delighted.

  Perhaps it was an unexpected gain, but that night I slept exceptionally well, didn't have any nightmares, and the strange numbers didn't linger in my mind. The tension that had been building up over the past two days finally eased a lot.

  The next day, I arrived early at her dormitory door and waited for her.

  "Lin Mo, over here." I saw her and her roommate walking out together, waving at her and shouting loudly.

  "Hey, I forgot to ask you what your name is yesterday." Lin Mo asked while walking from a distance.

  "My name is Yang Guo, others call me Yang Guo or Big Hero Yang, you can call me whatever you want, hehe." I scratched my head and smiled foolishly.

  Lin Mo wore a very refreshing outfit, looking very pure and beautiful. Anyway, she is already a goddess in my heart.

  "Let's go, we're going for breakfast." Lin Mo directly took a step forward and walked out.

  "Lin Mo, I have a question for you. Was that person in the library yesterday you?" I asked with full of doubts, suddenly remembering this matter and thinking that since the text message was from her, could it be possible that the person in the library was also her? Because at that time, I didn't see the other person's face clearly.

  "What library? I didn't go at all yesterday." Lin Mo replied with a confused expression.

  "It's nothing, I was just asking. Yesterday a beautiful woman smiled at me and I thought it was you." For the time being, I don't want to tell her what I know, afraid that she will be implicated.

  "Is it 'her'? If it's 'her', why would she appear in the library? And what's with that string of numbers?" I muttered to myself.

  "Yang Guo, what are you thinking about?" Lin Miao asked, looking at me with a daze.

  "It's okay, you eat first, I'll go to the library for a while." After saying that, I hurriedly left.

  "This man doesn't know how to cherish his loved one, it's disgusting. Let me eat alone." Lin Mo complained with a tone of grievance as he watched me leave.

  I ran quickly and arrived at the library, finding myself back in the same spot I was in at that time.

  The book I was looking at, "Chinese Folk Supernatural Events", is still in its original position. Following this book, I found the opposite position, and that person was standing right here at that time.

  A book caught my eye - "Wuthering Heights". I've read this book, it's roughly about a fallen orphan who seeks revenge on society due to love and hate. I still remember one sentence: All the love, all the hatred, eventually turned into a howling wind, sweeping over the desolate tomb, blowing across the barren wilderness.

  It can be confirmed that she was looking at this book at that time. I couldn't help but flip through it page by page, and there's nothing strange about it.

  Just as I was at a loss, I heard a man and woman next to me discussing something. "I've seen page 178, how about you?" the woman asked coquettishly.

  "Yes, numbers, page numbers, could that string of numbers be a hint at the page number." The conversation suddenly enlightened me.

  Page 20, the first word is "one", Page 138, the first word is "number", Page 478, the first word is "file", Page 341, the first word is "case", Page 238, the first word is "room".

  "I recited in a connected tone: 'File Room No. 1.' So that's how it was, I exclaimed inwardly."

  During the four years in school, everyone knew that there were three major archives rooms. The first archive room stored various specimen materials, including corpse data. The second archive room stored student data. The third archive room stored school history data.

  The first archive room is in the archive building and requires a special application to enter, but where can I go to apply now, thinking in my heart.

  Sneak in quietly tonight! It's been secretly decided.

  Suddenly I remembered something, I had abandoned Lin Mo, oh no, the duck that was about to be eaten is not going to fly away now, my heart felt a pang of distress.

  Rushed to the cafeteria, found that Lin Mo had already left. A glance at the table, a note on it read: "Yang Da Xia, you shouldn't chase girls like this. Farewell, Little Dragon Girl."

  "Ah, Little Dragon Girl, don't get angry, whatever you do." His heart began to struggle.

  But I knew in my heart that this wasn't the most important thing right now. I ran back to my dormitory and prepared all the necessary tools for sneaking into the archives at night:

  Rubber gloves, so as not to leave fingerprints.

  Various thick and thin iron wires and tin foils, unlocking all sorts of locks.

  Pliers, hammer, screwdriver, and forced opening when necessary.

  Flashlight, lighting tool.

  Everything is ready.

  The archive building has three floors, each belonging to a different archive room. At night, there is no one on duty, but the surveillance cameras are distributed in many areas, covering almost all the channels. Therefore, it's impossible to enter through the front door. However, on the right rear side of the archive building, there is a large tree that faces the third-floor window of the archive building. Prepare a nylon rope and use it to climb in and out from the window.

  The general idea has been determined, now just wait until midnight tonight.

  It was midnight when all my roommates fell asleep, I shouldered a backpack with tools and slipped out of the dormitory.

  I quickly arrived at the big tree beside the file building, made sure there was no one around, and easily climbed up the tree. I crawled along the branches towards the window, and when I reached about halfway up the trunk, I could touch the windowsill. However, the tree body was not stable, so I tied one end of the rope to my body and the other end to the air conditioner bracket under the window. With a burst of strength, I tightly grasped the windowsill, pushed hard, and stepped on the windowsill with one foot and on the air conditioner with the other foot. I took out my tools, put on my gloves, and quickly opened the window.

  Now on the third floor, the No. 1 file room is on the first floor, and soon slipped to the first floor. From the stairwell, you can see a door with a large sign that reads "No. 1 File Room". Finally arrived, took out wire, pliers and hammer and started working. Turned on the flashlight, carefully observed for a moment, and was delighted to find that the lock of No. 1 file room is an ordinary A-level anti-theft lock, and it's a "one-word" anti-theft lock. Although it's called an anti-theft lock, this kind of lock is actually the easiest to open, sometimes only requiring a piece of tin foil to be opened. Took out a piece of tin foil, rolled it into a thread, and used only 10 seconds to open the lock, entering easily.

  Entering the archive room, it was pitch black, and using a flashlight to illuminate it, I roughly understood that the layout was similar to a library. There were several rows of bookshelves arranged in parallel, divided into three categories: animal specimen archives, plant specimen archives, and human specimen archives. Without thinking much, I went straight to the human specimen archive section, starting from top to bottom, layer by layer, searching for it, but after a long time, I still couldn't find it.

  When I reached the bottom, I squatted on the ground and shone my flashlight on a few big characters "Donation of Remains Record". This should be it. It's an archive that records the deceased's voluntary donation of their remains before death. I flipped through them one by one to search, but there was no record of "her" inside.

  "She" called me here, definitely to find her file and tell me something, but there is no "her" in the body donation file. Isn't this contradictory? I was very puzzled.

  An entire bookshelf had no files of "her", and just as I was at a loss, preparing to leave, the flashlight inadvertently shone towards the corner.

  What is it?