"The room temperature is 21 degrees Celsius, the humidity is 55%, and the air pressure is stable. The energy fluctuation value of File C-137 'Endless Corridor' is less than 0.03, And the condition is stable. File B-042 'Man-eating Sofa''s vital signs are stable, and it was fed with standard D-level nutrient solution yesterday. Everything is normal."
Zeng Wenbin adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and put down the electronic recording board in his hand. The fluorescent light from the record board reflected on his calm face, without any extra emotion.
He stood up and began his usual daily routine.
Wipe your desk carefully with an alcohol swab, three times from left to right. Arrange pens, ink bottles and lamps on the table in proportion to the golden section. Finally, he took out a soft suede cloth from the drawer and gently wiped the lenses until no trace of dust could be seen on the lenses.
This is the Municipal Archives, on the seventh underground floor, "Special Collections Department."
A department that does not exist on any public documents.
For Zeng Wenbin, this is the most perfect place in the world. Constant temperature and humidity, quiet and most importantly, everything here follows strict order. Each "collection" - those out-of-control objects known as weird, strange stories, and curses in the outside world - has been properly classified, numbered, and sealed in a special storage cabinet.
Chaos is put into a box and becomes part of order.
This made him feel genuinely comfortable.
"Buzz-buzz-"
The intercom phone on the table suddenly vibrated, breaking the tranquility of the archives room. The sound was particularly harsh in the empty room.
