Elena barely paused, lifted up her skirt and turned around to leave. After a burst of high-heeled footsteps, there was the click of the door closing.
Ye Wangchuan waited for a few minutes, waiting for the footsteps outside to fade away.
His eyes were dark, and he thought for a few seconds. He raised his hand and put the document bag he had just taken out back, and walked towards the next room.
When you walk out of this room, there is a long corridor with no end in sight.
The floor of the corridor is covered with a Burth carpet, and every few steps you can see a new famous painting hanging on the wall as a decoration.
If he hadn't been there, he would have suspected that he had walked into a medieval museum of famous artists, appreciating the famous paintings on the walls and the sculptures that could be seen everywhere.
There are many rooms on the first floor here, dozens of rooms with no end in sight.
Ye Wangchuan was originally unsure whether the room next door she mentioned when she came in meant the left or the right, but he saw a yellowish light coming from the gap in the room on the right.
He raised his legs and turned to the right, pushing open the door of the room.
When he entered, he saw the same wall-to-wall bookshelves as the room he stayed in before, as well as file bags everywhere.
But what is a little different from the last room is that this room looks more like someone will use it frequently.
Because in addition to the countless file bags in the room, there is also a square desk in front of the bookshelf, and there is a spacious sofa next to the desk that can be used for resting.
Ye Wangchuan scanned the room, but there was no one else in the room. Sailan was not here. Only the closet was burning and the room was as warm as spring.
He walked in, walked straight to the bookshelf, and pulled out one of the document bags according to the time marked on it in Italian.
The timeline of the major confidential documents from various countries around the world recorded in the file bag here has indeed been pushed forward one year, to 2004.
He clicked his fingertips and carefully reviewed each sentence word by word.
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