Chapter 60

Mo Yi placed the flashlight in his hand on the windowsill, his fingers trembled slightly, and quickly unzipped his backpack and took out the metal music box.

He lifted the lid of the music box and slid his fingers around the velvet cushion with cleverness.

He heard a "click" sound, and the dark box was opened by him.

The necklace was lying quietly in the velvet dark box, and the mottled silver chain and pendant that had not yet turned black were shining with a glimmer of light from the flashlight beside it.

Mo Yi picked the chain out of the box with his fingers, and the rusty photo frame hinge opened automatically with his movements, revealing the vague black and white smiling faces of the two children inside.

He leaned closer and observed, confirming that it was indeed a black and white photo.

Then... the hidden plot in this copy took place at least after the nineteenth century.

Mo Yi frowned slowly, and a look of thought flashed in his dark eyes.

The last large-scale outbreak of the plague in Europe was the Great Plague in London in 1665, during which the population of London decreased by almost one fifth.

After the 17th century, the Black Death basically disappeared in Europe. Except for small-scale cases of death from plague in a few places, no outbreak of outbreaks spread to many countries and regions.

But... Whether it is the huge mice, the bird's beak mask, and the nursery rhyme just now, they all point clues to this terrifying existence that once plundered one-third of Europe's population - the Black Death.

Mo Yi stared at the silver pendant hanging in his palm, his lips tightly pursed.

The mind is like a tangled and messy ball of thread, unable to figure out the key thread, and cannot find the key thread.

He took a deep breath, covered the lid of the music box, and put it back in his backpack, but left the pendant in his palm.

For some reason, Mo Yi always felt that he would use it later.

But... it doesn't seem to be very suitable to hang it around your neck.

Mo Yi hesitated for a few seconds, then rolled up his sleeves and prepared to wrap it around his wrist.

But as soon as he lifted his sleeves up, he was stunned.

I saw a silver ribbon wrapped around my wrist, which was tightly attached to his pale skin that had not seen the light for a long time, and was shining with a faint light like running water, as if it was where it was natural.

However, Mo Yi clearly remembered that after the last copy ended, he put the cheating novice gift bag at home and did not prepare to take it into the next copy.

——But it followed.

Mo Yi stretched out his finger and touched the ribbon. It had a faint temperature on it, and it seemed that there was no weight or thickness at all.

He tried to move his wrist again, without any sense of staying, as if there was no such a hindrance on his wrist.

He couldn't even find that there was a ribbon on his wrist that he shouldn't have followed.

Although I don’t know what this novice gift package is and what it is useful, since it does not hinder his actions, it is not his priority for the time being.

Mo Yi pursed his lips, lowered his sleeves, and then turned his hand to wrap the pendant around his other wrist.

He lowered his palm and picked up the flashlight that was placed aside.

The aperture stayed on the wall with blood words written on it for a few seconds. Mo Yi looked at it deeply, as if he was about to engrave the content on it into his mind.

He took a deep breath, then turned his gaze, circled around the room, and looked at the room carefully.

There are a lot of debris piled up inside the house, and thick dust accumulates on it, which looks particularly dirty and depressing.

Mo Yi approached and carefully identified it, and found that it was a pile of broken pieces of wood and iron, piled up randomly on the ground, as if it were fragments of chairs or beds, spreading scattered on the ground.

It was covered with a large gray sheet, half-covered and covered with the pile of debris. Thick dust accumulated on the sheet, and almost no color of the past was visible.

Mo Yi paused, reached out and lifted the sheet.

The dust was raised up in an instant, and he coughed repeatedly. After a while, the dust settled. Mo Yi covered his mouth and nose with the back of his hand, frowned, and stared at the place covered by the bed sheets.

I saw that the middle of the hill made of wood and iron fragments was hollow - but it was always covered with bed sheets, so I couldn't see the situation below.

Mo Yi looked closely and couldn't help but be shocked.

Under the shaking light of the flashlight, the middle of the open space was facing countless white bones, and the coldness of the whiteness was shining under the light.

A decayed breath mixed with the smell of dust came to my face in an instant, and the indescribable stench made the person almost stop breathing.

Mo Yiqiang resisted the disgust that came from the bottom of his heart and leaned forward a little closer again. His dark eyes were staring at the pile of particularly weird bones.

He picked up a piece of slender wooden strip next to him and gently fiddled with the bones on the ground.

Those bones are very small and do not belong to humans.

Thanks to the fact that the bone colonies were preserved quite well, and the introduction to the anatomy book he read casually when he was bored, Mo Yi vaguely identified the bone shapes of cats, birds and frogs.

Why are there these here...?

Why are there so many?

Mo Yi frowned tightly, and a blurry thought passed through his mind, but it was fleeting. When he recalled it, he disappeared and was hard to capture it anymore.

He put the wooden stick in his hand back to its original place and made a light collision sound in the darkness.

As he moved, the flashlight in his hand moved up accidentally and just froze on the ceiling.

Mo Yi subconsciously raised his head, and his eyes also fell on the place illuminated by the flashlight's aperture, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

He turned his wrist and set the slightly offset aperture at a point on the ceiling.

It was an iron ring-shaped hook, tightly embedded in the uneven ceiling. When you look closely, it was so dirty that it could not tell the color of the past. There were four black gaps, which were blocked by dust. It was so tight that it could not be distinguished without looking carefully.

Mo Yi's eyes lit up - the secret door.

He approached the wall, speeding up his pace and walking around the room, searching for something on the surrounding walls with some eagerness.

Finally, in the deep shadow cast beside the crooked window frame, Mo Yi found what he was looking for.

It was a long iron hook with a curved handle of more than one meter long. At the top was a small iron hook, hooked on the iron nails on the walls of the window frames, hidden deep in the darkness, and coincidentally overlapping with the edge of the shadow.

——If you didn’t search deliberately, you might never find its existence.

Mo Yi took the iron hook off the wall and then raised it over his head. The tip of the iron hook happened to be stuck in the raised iron ring on the ceiling.

He pulled down with force.

With a sour sound of wood rubbing and rusting metal, the ceiling that was framed by four gaps loosened, dust fell down, and then it was suddenly pulled open.

The wooden ladder that should have been slowly lowered as the secret door opened, or because it was long and the loose bearing could no longer bear its weight, it fell down under the influence of gravity and smashed Mo Yi in the head.

If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been smashed to the head and bleeding.

Looking at the heavy wooden ladder, Mo Yi's breathing became a little quicker, and he felt a little illusion of escaping from death.

The mist standing not far behind him slowly retracted his legs and his hands that had already reached out halfway, and he breathed a sigh of relief silently, and the tension-tightened jaw lines also relaxed.

He retreated back to the darkness, as if it was his territory.

A pair of light gray eyes stared at the tall figure not far away seriously and focusedly, as if he saw the only light source in the darkness, with a heart-pounding paranoia.

Mo Yi turned his back to the mist, knowing nothing about the sight behind him, and just looked up seriously at the secret door on the ceiling.

The dark door was pitch black, and the scene inside could not be seen on the ground. Only the cold and gloomy wind that was faintly sent from the door was echoing in the ears empty.

This kind of secret door is actually found in many houses abroad, usually leading to the attic responsible for placing miscellaneous items.

——And in the dungeon... it is definitely not as simple as just loading up debris.

Mo Yi sighed secretly, then reached out to hold the wooden stairs, bent his waist and climbed up slowly.

The cold air flow brushed over the head, bringing the smell of rotten wood, mixed with a light smell of blood, and the wooden ladder under his feet made a harsh moan, overwhelmed by his disrepair, trembling with dust falling down.

The higher the higher the, the darker it is.

Half of Mo Yi's body had completely stretched out, and everything in front of him seemed to be frozen by the solid darkness. Even if he was shining with a flashlight, he could only see the fuzzy outlines of the rising and falling in the darkness.

There was dead silence in my ears.

He held the wooden ladder beside him with his palm, then continued to climb up, and he entered the attic.

Just as his feet fell on the ground of the attic, without warning, a few bean-like lights suddenly lit up in the attic, which scared Mo Yi.

The candles firmly fixed in several corners of the attic lit up, and the dim candlelight barely illuminated the entire attic.

The attic is not big, and the strangely shaped narrow roof squeezes inward, which not only makes people unable to stand up, but also greatly limits people's sight, making Mo Yi completely unable to see the entire attic.

The feeling of depression in the enclosed space becomes stronger and stronger.

After Mo Yi bent down and walked forward a few steps, the space above his head suddenly became spacious.

He straightened his waist, which was a little sore, but his head suddenly hit a hard thing.

Mo Yi was caught off guard and couldn't help but feel a muffled groan. He took a few steps back and looked carefully—

I saw a huge goat skull hanging on the wall, and the black eye cave looked down at him coldly. Next to the skull, there were the complete corpses of dozens of small animals hanging in thin lines. The white bones reflected the fire, making a slight collision sound of bells.

The windows of the attic are wide open, and you can see the vast darkness outside from this angle.

Like a tomb.

With the faint candlelight, Mo Yi saw several yellowed papers scattered on the ground, with handwriting densely written on them, which looked particularly blurry under the candlelight.

Mo Yi held his breath and bent down to pick up the paper. When he was about to read it carefully, Yu Guang glanced at the countdown outside the window.

——Three minutes left before the end of this hour.

Mo Yi's heart couldn't help but tighten, his breathing slightly stopped, and then he quickly picked up the paper piled up on the ground, without looking closely, and hurriedly stuffed them all into his bag.

He accelerated his pace towards the wooden ladder.

If his previous big guess is correct...
Chapter completed!