The so-called archives are on the first floor, but they are just part of the extension of this small second floor, and the old wooden doors have been painted many times, and the mottled position can be seen in several colors.

Old Yang's left hand touched in his trousers for half a day, found a large string of keys, and opened the door lock, but the whole process of the right hand almost did not move, still inserted in the white coat pocket.

Zhou Hai couldn't help but look at both eyes, old Yang felt Zhou Hai's eyes, raised the sleeves of his right hand, a shriveled hand like a chicken claws revealed, even if Zhou Hai saw were startled.

Seeing Lao Yang to withdraw, holding his right hand, put aside the color of the light, gently touched the surface of the bumpy scar nodules all over, the scar below the bones, muscle ligaments are serious, the nameless finger and the small finger are all gone.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the old man.

“Is this the damage caused by sulfuric acid?”

Old Yang face with a surprised smile, looking up at Zhou Hai.

"You are too powerful, I was really splashed with sulfuric acid, treatment is not timely, so the necrosis is more serious, and then the medical technology was limited, the skin is not good, the shrinkage is very serious."

Zhou Hai nodded, watching some of the scars of the wound had softened, and the trip took many years, which hurt at least twenty years ago.

“Was that the doctor here before?”

Old Yang nodded his head.

"I'm right, but it's been many years ago, it's like my life."

It seemed to be extremely interested in Zhou Hai, pulling down the door lock and pulling Zhou Hai's hand to go inside, the spring door almost hit the fat man, and he followed in with disgust.

“Are you offended by someone?”

Old Yang looked away, as if remembering the things of the year, shaking his head slightly.

"I'm old, I don't think about it, but I haven't thought about it for decades, I don't think I'm having a good time now, at least the salted fish in the registered place is happy?"

Such a sentence makes Zhou Hai also relieved a lot, the fat man heard the salted fish this sentence also followed the laughter, Zhou Hai patted the old Yang's hand.

“We’re young, let’s call you Uncle Yang.”

Old Yang waved his hand, “No!

Call me old Yang very good, at least this acre of three points, is my best stage!"

After laughing, such a state of mind is really admirable, to know from the tall white angel - Dr. Yang, now become a physically disabled - old Yang.

Such a psychological gap, most people can not accept, either close themselves, or simply change careers, and he can work, and so cool and laugh, is really a strong life.

The fat man came up and looked at the old Yang with a serious face.

"People say that your heart is fat, why are you so thin?"What do you have?”

The old man looked at the fat man’s face and thought a little.

"This figure, it seems, is a little genetically important, and our family does not have fat people."

The fat man left aside, "We don't have fat people in our family, I'm a special case, and I don't think they're from the same planet."

Old Yang couldn’t smile, “You’re not heart-wieldy, you’re heartless.”

It's important to do the right thing, give me your paper, people are old and remember it again and don't remember, I'll see what kind of people there are, there is no medical time, if there is a direction, we will be very fast."

The fat man got up and pointed to everyone's information to detail, and the old Yang raised his eyes to see the two.

"Your work is very detailed, and this information is really not easy to do."

Zhou Hai thought of their investigation of the Hu Detachment before, and remembers that he said at that time that he had looked up information in the Third Hospital, and Zhou Hai grabbed the arm of Lao Yang.

“Has anyone come to check this information in April and May?”

The old man remembered a little, shaking his head firmly.

"No, there are not many people who come to the archives, I can basically remember, especially the police such characteristics are easier to remember, can not be mistaken, but called to ask this information called Zhu Leyu."

Zhou Hai nodded, old Yang turned to the computer, do not look at him only one hand, the operation did not appear how slow, quickly in the computer to search for a message, recorded, and began to search for the next.

With two messages directly to the next room, Zhou Hai glanced at the fat man with one eye, the fat man immediately satisfied, followed the old Yang to the next door.

Zhou Hai raised his hand and rubbed his hair, and looked around the room for a week, and his eyes did not find anything like surveillance.

It was an office, and where they stood was a couch, a desk in the northeast corner, two computers and a printer, and the other six cabinets with less than one person high on the wall, each numbered.

It seems that these are numbers and catalogues, in an era where computers are prevalent, and it is really rare to see something so old.

Zhou Hai went through the simple opening, it was really a card, and the handwriting on that side was not good-looking, but it was better than the whole work.

See here Zhou Haifangton, although each card does not have much handwriting, but how many cards do these six cabinets need?

Needless to say and know the number, it seems that even the archives of many years ago have been sorted out, and this work is not done in a day or two, and it has accumulated over time.

Walking to the desk, Zhou Hai habitually looked at the table, the mouse was placed on the left side, and the keyboard display was arranged, but a white corner piece of paper appeared under the keyboard.

Zhou Hai raised his eyebrows, as if he also had this habit, like to put temporary important documents or records here, and then unified classification.

Zhou Hai almost subconsciously, reached out to open the keyboard, it is not a piece of paper, but a few printed paper folded up, raised his hand to touch the mobile phone to take a photo, which is to pick up the paper.

These papers are not neatly coded here, looking at the creases on the face should be taken out often, and then put away, the folding marks are very messy.

Opening the paper surface is actually some chemical formula, and some calculation formulas, the rest is a step record, a few pages are almost all these things, it seems to be experimental what?

Is it an analysis of the drug?

Zhou Hai felt strange, after all, these he is not good at, it seems that people can not look, this old Yang even has this mind.

When the paper was put back, Zhou Hai's hand stopped, pulled out the mobile phone to take a few pieces of paper to take a photo, which put the paper back in accordance with the previous placement, and the keyboard was restored.

Looking back at the back of the desk, a pair of calligraphic works, mounted on a photo frame hanging on the back of the wall, with two words written "kindness", the money is Yang Jingping's book on January 28th.

It seems that this is the name of Lao Yang, a right hand disability the day after the day after the exercise of the left hand writing work, can write calligraphy to this extent is really admirable.

It's just this handwriting, it seems to be a little familiar, I don't know who it is similar to...