Chapter 1351: Life doubt (59)

Zhu Gezhen called and told her where the National Archives were.
In the middle of the night, the noisy metropolis began to sink into a quiet place, and only some cars walking at night were quietly driving.
Yang Zimei and Xuehu drove one kilometer away from the archives office, then stopped the car and began to walk past it.
With their invisibility, Yang Zimei and Xuehu easily deceived the guard's eyes, avoided high-tech infrared, and found the archives room.
They were trying to sneak into the archives, only to find that a faint flashlight was shaking inside.
Someone?
Yang Zimei held Xuehu's hand to keep herself in a stealth state.
Holding a faint flashlight is a man in a black night clothes, who is constantly checking the file loan.
These files may not have been checked for a long time, so it was covered with dust, and as he moved, the dust was scattered.
The man in black coughed slightly.
Yang Zimei noticed that the figure in front of him looked a little familiar, and he should have seen it somewhere.
Who is the one?
She just wanted to guess, and Xuehu wrote a Jiang in her palm.
A flash of light flashed through her mind.
Yes, it should be Jiang Guangzheng.
The man in black was wearing the soft cloth shoes that Jiang Guangzheng saw during the day.
Why is Jiang Guangzheng here?
What is he looking for?
Did it also come for the Long family murder?
Jiang Guang was constantly rummaging, and finally pulled out a sealed portfolio.
He flicked the dust on it.
Yang Zimei whispered to look over.
When I saw the four words of the Longmen murder on the portfolio, my heart hanged--
Jiang Guangzheng came for the Long family murder.
Why on earth?
Jiang Guangzheng carefully opened the seal and pulled out a stack of documents, including several photos.
Seeing the photo, Jiang Guangzheng took a breath of air, put it aside, and lowered his head to open the relevant records on the file.
When Yang Zimei saw the first photo on the table, the chicken skin suddenly rose.
The scene in the photo is really appalling. Eight dead people are lying in the courtyard, and their deaths are almost the same. Their eyes are horrified and their flesh is blurred. They seem to be chopped by sharp tools, including one One year old baby with a knife in his heart ...
The imaginative Yang Zimei imagined the murder scene at the time and couldn't help vomiting.
Xuehu slightly clenched her cold palms.
Yang Zimei's heart settled slightly.
"Lao Wang, what have you done to them?"
Jiang Guangzheng, who was opening the archives, suddenly said helplessly and angryly.
Wang Lao?
Does it mean Wang Zeyuan?
Does Jiang Guangzheng know something?
So, come here to look through the relevant files?
Jiang Guangzheng put all his photos and documents in his portfolio.
Yang Zimei thought he would put the portfolio back in place. As a result, instead of stuffing it into a cloth bag he brought with him, he closed the door lightly.
Yang Zimei and Xuehu quietly followed.
Although Jiang Guangzheng is already old, his movements are very neat and light, and he is indeed a field-tested person.
I don't know what method he used. The guard soldiers turned a blind eye to him, as if he was also invisible.