Supernatural rebirth: genius girl fortune teller

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Zhuge Yue called and told her the location of the National Archives Bureau.

At midnight, the originally noisy metropolis began to sink into silence, with only some night-time cars driving quietly.

Yang Zimei and Xue Hu drove to the archives office one kilometer away, then stopped the car and started walking there.

Yang Zimei and Xue Hu relied on their invisibility to easily deceive the eyes of the gatekeepers, avoid high-tech infrared rays, and find the archives room.

They were about to sneak into the archives room, but they found a weak flashlight shining inside.

Anyone?

Yang Zimei held Xue Hu's hand to keep herself invisible.

The person holding a weak flashlight was a man in black night clothes, who was constantly looking through the files.

These files may not have been checked for a long time, so they were covered with dust. As he moved, the dust scattered.

The man in black coughed slightly.

Yang Zimei noticed that the figure of the man in front of him looked familiar, and he must have seen him somewhere.

Who is the one?

Just as she was about to guess, Xuehu wrote the word "Jiang" on the palm of her hand.

An idea flashed in her mind.

Yes, it should be Jiang Guangzheng.

The man in black in front of him was wearing the same soft cloth shoes that Jiang Guangzheng had seen during the day.

Why is Jiang Guangzheng here?

What is he looking for?

Could it be that they are also here for the murder of the Long family?

Jiang Guang was rummaging around and finally pulled out a sealed file bag.

He flicked the dust on it lightly.

Yang Zimei whispered and leaned over to take a look.

When I saw the words "Longmen Murder Case" written on the file bag, my heart skipped a beat——

Jiang Guangzheng really came here for the murder of the Long family.

Why?

Jiang Guangzheng carefully opened the seal and pulled out a stack of documents, including several photos.

Seeing the photo, Jiang Guangzheng gasped slightly, then put it aside and lowered his head to open the relevant records in the file.

Yang Zimei felt goosebumps when she saw the first photo on the table.

The scene in the photo is really horrific. There are eight dead people lying in the yard, and their death conditions are almost the same. Their eyes are widened with horror, their bodies are bloody and bloody, and they look like they have been chopped haphazardly with sharp weapons, including one.

A one-year-old baby with a knife stuck in his heart...

The imaginative Yang Zimei imagined the murder scene and couldn't help but want to vomit.

Xue Hu slightly tightened her cold palms.

Yang Zimei's heart calmed down a little.

"Mr. Wang, what exactly did you do to them?"

Jiang Guangzheng, who was flipping through the archives, suddenly uttered these words with great helplessness and anger.

Mr. Wang?

Does it refer to Wang Zeyuan?

Does Jiang Guangzheng also know something?

That’s why you came here to look through the relevant files?

Jiang Guangzheng put all the photos and documents into the portfolio.

Yang Zimei thought he would put the file bag back to its original place, but in the end, he didn't. Instead, he stuffed it into a cloth bag that he brought with him, then quietly closed the door and went out.

Yang Zimei and Xue Hu followed quietly.

Although Jiang Guangzheng is old, his movements are very neat and light, and he is worthy of being a battle-hardened man.

I don't know what method he used. The soldiers guarding him turned a blind eye, as if he was invisible.

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