Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 1078 Watching

The only sounds in the archives were the rustling of her files and the monotonous ticking of the old-fashioned wall clock. After nearly two hours, just as she was about to give up, she finally found a faded brown paper bag in a corner cabinet with a door that didn't close tightly. The edges of the bag were frayed, covered in dust and mildew, and tied with an equally worn hemp rope. Lin Lan carefully untied the rope and opened the bag, revealing a stack of yellowed, brittle pages with curled edges and a strong musty smell. The handwriting on the cover of the file had become blurred with age, but in the dim light of the desk lamp, the large, brush-written characters "Nanhua Apartment Murder Case" were still legible. The strokes were sharp, exuding a solemn aura. Lin Lan's heartbeat quickened involuntarily, knowing this might be the key to solving the mystery. She took a deep breath, extended her white-gloved fingertips, and gently touched the yellowed pages. The moment her fingertips touched the paper, something strange happened. The desk lamp suddenly began to flicker violently, its light flickering on and off, casting swaying shadows on the wall like countless leaping ghosts. The electricity made an odd "sizzling" sound, and a faint smell of burning filled the air. The pen on the corner of the table suddenly began to spin without warning, drawing strange arcs on the surface of the table. Ink dripped onto the surface, spreading into black flowers. Lin Lan's heart suddenly tightened. She took a step back, subconsciously gripping the pistol at her waist, and looked around vigilantly. The archive room was empty, with only the flickering desk lamp, the spinning pen, and the monotonous ticking of the wall clock. Suddenly, the spinning pen stopped, and the tip of the pen landed steadily on a blank piece of paper. Then, without anyone to hold it, the pen began to move slowly, ink spreading rapidly across the paper, eventually settling into a neat line of small characters: "The file in your hand is the lifelong regret of Mr. Shen." The handwriting was vigorous and powerful, imbued with the unique character of Republican-era literati, yet tinged with an indescribable heaviness and sadness. Lin Lan's pupils suddenly constricted, and the knuckles of the hand gripping her pistol turned white from the strain. She was certain that no one else had been in the archives room just now. How had these words been written? Was it a hallucination? Or... was there truly some supernatural force at work? Suppressing her fear and shock, she stared intently at the words and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?" Her voice echoed in the silent archives room, a subtle tremor intertwined with the ticking of the wall clock, forming an eerie melody. And the pen lay quietly on the paper, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion. But the clear handwriting was silently telling her that some things were far from as simple as she had imagined. "The serial murder case in the apartment has been solved", but the subtitle was "The murderer committed suicide out of fear of punishment, and the truth remains a mystery", "The case closing report of that year said that the murderer was a homeless man, what's going on?" The pen suddenly bounced off the paper, drawing a half circle on the desktop, and the ink splashed on the back of Lin Lan's hand, which was icy cold. The desk lamp began to flash wildly, and the crackling sound of electricity was mixed with tiny explosions. The files in the filing cabinet were flipping around, as if countless people were flipping through them at the same time. "Fake." The strokes of these two words were twisted like snakes, "It was a lie made up by the police station to calm public anger. That homeless man... was wrongly accused. "Lin Lan suddenly felt a burning sensation on the back of her hand. When she looked down, the drop of ink seemed to come alive and moved along her skin, forming a vague "J" at her wrist bone. She was so shocked that she shook her hand away, only to see that the ink instantly seeped into her skin and disappeared without a trace. At this moment, the halo of the desk lamp suddenly shrank into a point, and then went out with a "pop". The archive room fell into complete darkness. Only the lightning outside the window occasionally broke through the night sky, illuminating the archival photo of Shen Yanqiu on the wall. The pen drew a long arc on the paper, and the ink dripped from the edge of the page, spreading the last ink flower on the ground, and then stopped completely. Lin Lan took out her mobile phone and opened it. Under the flashlight's beam, the unfinished line of handwriting was clearly visible: "Be careful with that cufflink, it can..." The last ink was torn off abruptly, as if something had suddenly erased it. She stood there, listening to her violent heartbeat echoing in the darkness. The old newspapers in the archives were rustling in the wind, and the word "broken" in the headlines looked particularly ironic under the lightning. The evidence bag in his pocket touched his thigh, and the silver cufflink engraved with the word "J" seemed to be emitting a faint light. Just think of it as a meeting gift to get acquainted. "Lin Xiaocha looked at his sincere eyes and swallowed back the words of rejection. "Then... thank you. "You're welcome." Xu Yang helped her pick up the shopping basket, "I have something else to do, so I'll go ahead first." "Well, okay." "Lin Xiaocha nodded, holding two cans of Coke and the bag of frozen dumplings, watching Xu Yang's back disappear into the crowd in the supermarket. It wasn't until she walked out of the supermarket gate and the evening breeze blew on her face that Lin Xiaocha sobered up a little. She looked down at the things in her arms, and suddenly slapped her head in annoyance - she actually forgot to ask for Xu Yang's WeChat! She tried hard to recall the scene just now, and her mind was full of his curved smiling eyes and that white T-shirt. Oh, yes, there was still a piece of carrot residue on that white T-shirt that she had accidentally rubbed against it. Lin Xiaocha looked at the Coke and dumplings in her hands, and the corners of her mouth could not help but rise slightly. Perhaps, this trip to the supermarket was not too unlucky. Seeing her flustered look, he shook his head helplessly, took out a pack of wet wipes from his pocket, and carefully helped her clean the sugar stains on her fingers. His fingertips were slightly cool, and gently stroked her fingertips. The touch was like a weak electric current, instantly spreading throughout Lin Xiaocha's body, making her cheeks hot involuntarily. She lowered her head, not daring to look at him, but felt her heart beating fast, as if a deer was running around in her heart. "Next time you want to eat it, just buy it when you get into the park." Xu Yang's voice was as gentle as the evening breeze, blowing gently into Lin Xiaocha's heart. "Yeah." Lin Xiaocha responded softly, feeling his ears turn red. After entering the amusement park, Lin Xiaocha was instantly attracted by the scene in front of him. Various amusement facilities stood in front of him, with bright colors and strange shapes, which made people dazzled. In the distance came the sound of roller coasters whizzing by, and the cheerful laughter of children, and the whole amusement park was filled with a joyful atmosphere. "Shall we go ride the roller coaster first?" Xu Yang pointed to the towering roller coaster not far away, his eyes flashing with anticipation. Lin Xiaocha looked up at the track that was almost rushing into the sky, and was a little scared, but looking at Xu Yang's expectant eyes,