Lin Sihan curled her lips and said: "Can you trust the current network? As soon as the software is turned on, everyone can change."

Lin Sihan's words are not watertight.

However, if there are loopholes, it will be more difficult for people to judge. The more fake the story, the more perfect it is. It needs to explain every detail to make people feel real.

The true story is full of coincidences, and the details make people feel too real and fake.

I said in a deep voice: "Show me Zhang Qiang's notes."

Lin Sihan held the phone and said, "Are you just watching here? Outside..."

I laughed: "We are already sitting on the dead, so what are we afraid of?"

Lin Sihan shrank back in fright, raised her feet and handed over the phone from a meter away.

The pen calligraphy in the mobile phone photo is extremely neat, and no one without ten years of experience would be able to write such good calligraphy.

The first half of the note was just like what Lin Sihan said, but my eyes fell on the last sentence of the note: everyone in the Third Archives is still alive. This is not only my intuition, I also...

The note ends at the most critical point.

The person who wrote the note seemed to have found some evidence, but he moved the most critical words to the next page.

I looked at Lin Sihan: "Where are the rest?"

"Zhang Qiang only sent it to me here." Lin Sihan said angrily: "I think he is deliberately trying to appetize me and has other agendas, so I didn't give you a good look after I met you."

Lin Sihan's explanation is quite reasonable. People who make faces when they meet are either arrogant to the point of illness or that person has offended him in advance.

Lin Sihan put up a posture from the beginning to prevent me from taking advantage of her, which is reasonable. It would only be a waste of time for me to dwell on this matter.

My eyes fell on the three corpses: "Do you think the people in the archives are all death row prisoners?"

I lifted the hair of the corpse outside the window and said, "This man's Tianling Cap was seriously damaged, so he must have been shot at close range."

"The corpse under the bed had a broken neck. It should be the result of being hanged."

"The corpse under the table, with bloodshot eyes, must have been buried alive."

"At least I will die before the founding of the People's Republic of China." My expression also became a bit solemn.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the only death penalty was shooting. Even for the most heinous people, it was just a bullet.

In the troubled times before the founding of the People's Republic of China, there were many kinds of death penalty, and all kinds of heinous things could be done.

Lin Sihan trembled: "What if... what if these people died of lynching? They died before the founding of the People's Republic of China. How long have these corpses been there? Why haven't they rotted yet?"

"They are wearing prison uniforms! They should all be death row prisoners." I put my hand on the corpse: "As for why it didn't rot, it should be a secret in the archives!"

These corpses are not zombies or walking corpses. The corpses are turned into zombies or refined by warlocks. There must be a prerequisite, that is, the corpses must be preserved intact. Mutilated corpses cannot retain resentment and cannot be refined.

Up to this point, I didn’t see anything special about the corpses in the duty room. They said they were walking corpses, but they basically didn’t move. However, these corpses remained freshly dead without any treatment.

In the recent state, rigor mortis has not even appeared.

How did the people who put them in the duty room do this?

Lin Sihan whispered: "Li Po, either... or... get the body out! Put him here, what if they get up?"

Suddenly an idea flashed through my head: "You're right! Since they can't see it while lying down, then I'll let them stand up and see it."

Lin Sihan was stunned for a moment: "You...what are you going to do?"

I took half a step back and stood in the middle of the room. I crossed my swords and made a cross on the ground: "The road turns to Yin and Yang, and I pass through the netherworld. The gate of hell is here, open -"

I yelled angrily, stretched out my hand to grab Lin Sihan and pushed her into the corner. I took a step away and blocked her in front of her.

As soon as I stood firm on my heels, there was a faint sound of wind from the knife marks I left on the ground.

My knife seemed to have cut through the boundary between Yin and Yang. The Yin wind rustled across the intersecting knife marks, and the dust on the ground rolled toward the break under the influence of the Yin wind.

"Ghost door, open wide -" As I roared again, piercing ghost cries rose from the ground, and the howling wind tore the ground apart.

The two cuts I made increased several times at a speed visible to the naked eye in just a few seconds, and the underground wind howled miserably.

The ability to open the ghost door and send ghosts away is not unusual. According to the rules of magic, a warlock can open the ghost door and send ghosts to the underworld, but he cannot take the ghosts out of the underworld at will.

If a warlock wants to bring ghosts, he must at least have a familiar underworld guard to help guard him, or get the approval of the ghosts and gods of the underworld. Otherwise, he will steal the ghost soul, and the underworld has the right to kill the warlock.

I opened the ghost door here just to test how deep the water in this archive is.

The door of ghosts is open, and wandering ghosts return to their own places. As long as there are ghosts hiding in the archives, they will come to us. I don't believe that the owner of the archives will let the ghosts here go away easily.
Chapter completed!