The collections displayed in the warehouse are no less than those in the exhibition hall, but not every collection here is fortunate enough to be exhibited in the exhibition hall, some will alternately appear, some can only be buried deep in the ground for a lifetime, and many will be traded out, each with its own home, Mo Ye only hopes that the mysterious stone slab is still lying in the warehouse.

The warehouse has two floors, the items stored in the No. 1 warehouse on the first floor are often exposed in the exhibition hall, many of them are valuable, the equipment for storage is very advanced, the transparent metal cabin classifies them one by one, and even the temperature has a separate exclusive control, they are the collection of Bai Fumei and Gao Fushuai, and the life is very moist.

It's a pity that Xiao Qi scanned around, and there was nothing Mo Ye was looking for here.

Further down to the minus second floor, if the minus first floor is biological, then the cliff of the minus 2 warehouse building is picked up from the garbage dump, and the difference in treatment is huge.

Mo Ye looked at it, it was full of items piled up randomly like a mountain of garbage, where is this warehouse, it is even more chaotic than the utility room, there are things scattered all over the ground, there is not even a place to put your feet, and there is an indescribable smell in the air.

Xiao Qi suddenly realized and said, "Master, I now understand why there are collections that are not in the museum catalog."

But no, in such a chaotic place, it's normal for there to be fish that slipped through the net when registering.

Mo Ye didn't have any expression on his face, but he was still quite surprised in his heart, how could the museum of the dignified Salander College not even want to clean up the warehouse, the first warehouse was so good, even if the collection in the second warehouse was not so precious, there was no need to discriminate so obviously.

Xiao Qi began to carefully scan the corners and corners of the warehouse, and His Excellency the Magician was not idle, and his spiritual power had been probing to see if there were any special energy fluctuations.

The process of searching is arduous, and the harvest is enormous...

It's weird.

After a round of carpet searching, the warehouse was almost turned upside down, but there was still no trace of the mysterious slate. Mo Ye found a lot of other miscellaneous things, what a broken washbasin, broken stones, broken socks and the like, no wonder no one came to clean up the No. 2 warehouse, which god in the academy made this pile of tattered places?

"Alas" Mo Ye sighed softly, the only possibility was that the slate was no longer in the museum.

"Master, I will continue to search for clues," Xiao Qi comforted.

Mo Ye walked out of the toilet cubicle with some disappointment. A woman comrade with a very bad face glared at Mo Ye fiercely before quickly flashing into the compartment.

Alas, Auntie, I'm so sorry. Makes you suffocated.

When Mo Ye returned to the lecture hall on the first floor, the class had not yet ended, and the history teacher was still tirelessly irrigating the saplings, but many of the students were already sitting drowsy.

For example, Jared, who wears glasses, has a straight back. The little head is shaking little by little.

When the bell rang for the end of class, the boy stood up suddenly, and he was awake for a second.

When the ten children saw Mo Ye who came back at some point, ten pairs of small eyes with resentment in their grievances swept towards Mo Ye, full of accusations.

Just a history lesson. Don't react so much.

No mysterious slate was found, and an enchanted dagger of unknown origin was found, and His Excellency the Magician was almost stunned by the thread. The mood at this time is really not very good.

Where did the mysterious slate go, and who took it?

Where would she pay attention to the psychological state of a few children at the moment, and she didn't give much afterglow, and passed by the ten children.

Only a faded back remained.

That mysterious slate always swirls in Mo Ye's head,

Slate does not disappear in vain when placed in the warehouse. So who took the slate, and when?

Walking to the suspension station, Mo Ye suddenly stopped, thought about it, and then turned to leave. Let's walk home, maybe a walk will help clear your mind.

Mo Ye didn't exert any auxiliary magic on himself, walking slowly on the sidewalk like a walk, the green trees and the breeze and the gurgling stream, and the scenery like ink painting made Mo Ye's feelings of little disappointment gradually settle down.

Originally, the discovery of the mysterious slate was a surprise, and it was not a big deal not to find it for the time being.

When he returned to the tree house, Mo Ye casually glanced at a silver spruce not far from the tree house, his eyes flashed slightly, why didn't these annoying flies break in for so long, the patience is really good, and she can't find any valuable information if she hides it all the time, so it's better to take a bold shot, she can also see what the effect of 'driving away evil spirits and breaking evil, there is no return'.

It's a pity that the lurkers didn't follow Moye's wish in the end, they are soldiers, and they are not allowed to act privately when the commander does not give an order.

Mo Ye saw this and remembered the magic weapon that Xiao Qi sacrificed two days ago, 'Let's find fault together', a flash of inspiration, why didn't I think of doing this before, I can do the same in the matter of finding the slate.

The method is not afraid of stupidity, as long as it works.

"Xiao Qi, when was that slate put into the museum?"

Xiao Qi's eyes flashed with blue light and said, "It was about forty years ago."

Mo Ye frowned slightly when he heard this, forty years is not a short time, and then asked, "Is the video data of the museum's surveillance forty years ago still there?"

"In"

It's good that the video data is still there, "You start investigating from now on, I want to know when and who put the slate in the warehouse, and when it was taken away by someone" Mo Ye reached out and scratched Xiao Qi's little wings after speaking, "It's hard Xiao Qi"

Xiao Qi shy and shy from Mo Ye's index finger, "Master, Xiao Qi is not afraid of hard work, but because the number of all surveillance video data in the past forty years is too large, with my ability at this stage, if I want to find out in a short period of time, I must turn off other functions."

Mo Ye was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that this matter was not easy, and he actually needed Xiao Qi to go all out.

Your Excellency the Magician, it's not four days, it's not four hours, it's forty years!

Calculated by the standard day of the ephemeris, Aoki has 450 days in a year, so 40 years is 18,000 days, that is, 432,000 hours.

That's not a small amount, and it's not much easier than finding a needle in a haystack!

Xiao Qi shouldered a heavy responsibility and began the arduous search work.

When Mo Jingqiu and 11 came back from the shop, they saw Xiao Qi sitting motionless on the back of Uncle Brick, and the blue light in his eyes kept flashing.

What's wrong, this is?

……

Alas, the author's brain nerves were invaded by silicone, resulting in the phenomenon of Yan zhòng's thinking being chaotic and sluggish, and he wrote two thousand words in seven hours, which is no longer enough to describe against the sky

Crawl away silently and frantically....