Chapter 60

Mo Yi put the flashlight in his hand on the windowsill. His fingers trembled slightly. He quickly zipped his backpack and took out the metal music box.

He lifted the lid off the music box and slid his fingers skillfully around the velvet cushion.

Just listening to a light click of "Ka", the cassette was opened by him.

The necklace lay quietly in the velvet box, and the mottled silver chain and pendant, which had not yet blackened, shimmered in the light of a flashlight.

Mo Yi picked out the chain from the box with his fingers, and the rusty picture frame hinge opened automatically with his action, revealing the black and white fuzzy smiling faces of the two children inside.

He looked up and made sure - it was a black-and-white photograph.

So The hidden plot in this copy, at least, happened after the 19th century.

Mo Yi frowned slowly, and his deep black eyes flashed with a thoughtful look.

The last major outbreak of plague in Europe was the great plague of London in 1665, in which the population of London was reduced by almost a fifth.

After the 17th century, the Black Death basically disappeared in Europe. Except for a small number of small-scale cases of plague death in some places, there was no outbreak of epidemic spreading to many countries and regions.

But Whether it's the giant mice, the beak mask, or the nursery rhyme just now, all point to the black death, which once plundered a third of Europe's population.

Mo Yi looked at the silver pendant hanging in his palm, and his lips pressed tightly.

In the mind is like a tangled tangle of thread, can not sort out the thread, can not find the key thread.

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

Don't know why, Mo Yi always thinks he should use it later.

But It doesn't seem to be the right way to hang it around your neck.

Mo Yi hesitated for a few seconds, then pulled up his sleeve, ready to wrap it around his wrist.

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

I saw a silver ribbon wrapped around his wrist, which was tightly attached to his pale skin, which had never seen the sun for a long time, with a light light light like running water, as if that was where it should be.

However, Mo Yi clearly remembers that after the end of the last copy, he left the novice gift bag of kengda at home, and did not prepare to take it into the next copy.

But it came in.

Mo Yi reached out his finger and touched the ribbon, which was slightly warm with body temperature. It seemed that there was no weight and thickness on it.

he tried to move his wrist again, without any sense of stagnation. It seemed that there was no ribbon around his wrist.

He never found a ribbon on his wrist that he shouldn't follow.

Although I don't know what the novice gift bag is and what it's used for, since it doesn't hinder his own action, it's not his priority for the moment.

Mo Yi pursed his lips, put down his sleeve, and then wrapped the pendant around his other wrist.

He lowered his hand and picked up the flashlight he had set aside.

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

he took a deep breath and then turned his gaze around the room and looked at the house carefully.

The interior of the room is piled with a lot of debris, thick dust accumulated on it, it looks particularly dirty and decadent.

Mo Yi approached and carefully identified it. He found that it was a pile of splintered wood and iron pieces, which were piled up on the ground in a random way. It seemed that the fragments of chairs or beds were scattered on the ground.

It is covered with a large gray sheet, half covered with a pile of debris, thick dust accumulated on the sheet, almost can not see the color.

Moy paused, reached out his hand and lifted the sheet.

The dust was raised all over the sky in an instant. He coughed repeatedly. After a long time, the dust settled down. Mo Yi covered his mouth and nose with the back of his hand, frowned and looked at the place covered by the sheets.

In the middle of the hill, which was made up of pieces of wood and iron, it was actually hollow - it was only covered by sheets all the time, so the following situation could not be seen.

Mo Yi fixed his eyes and was startled.

Under the illumination of the flashlight shaking light, in the middle of the open space, there are countless white bones in the middle of the space. Under the light, there is a sense of chill.

A smell of decay mixed with the smell of dust came to my face in an instant, and this indescribable stench almost stopped breathing.Mo Yi tried to resist the nausea from the bottom of his heart and moved forward again. His dark eyes were staring at the strange looking bones.

He picked up a long and thin piece of wood next to him and gently touched the bones on the ground.

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

Thanks to the complete preservation of the bones, and to the fact that he had not completely forgotten all the introductory anatomy books he had been reading when he was bored, Mo Yi vaguely recognized the shapes of the bones of cats, birds and frogs.

Why are there so many?

And why are there so many?

Mo Yi frowned tightly. A faint thought crossed his mind, but it was fleeting. When he looked back, he had disappeared and was hard to capture.

He put the stick back in his hand and made a crash in the dark.

With his action, the flashlight in his hand inadvertently moves up and just stops on the ceiling.

Mo Yi subconsciously raised his head, and his eyes also fell on the place illuminated by the flashlight aperture. He couldn't help but feel a little stunned.

He turns his wrist and sets the slightly offset aperture at a point on the ceiling.

It's an iron ring hook, which is embedded in the uneven ceiling. If you look carefully, there are four black cracks on the surface which is too dirty to distinguish the color once. There are four black gaps blocked by dust. If you don't look carefully, you can't tell.

Mo Yi's eyes brightened -- the secret door.

He came close to the wall, quickened his pace, and walked around the room, searching eagerly for something on the walls around him.

Finally, in the deep shadow cast by the crooked window frame, Mo Yi found what he wanted to look for.

It was a long iron hook with a crooked handle more than one meter long. On the top of it was a small iron hook, which was hooked on the nails on the wall beside the window frame, and was deeply hidden in the dark, overlapping with the edge of shadow.

If it is not deliberately sought, it may never be found.

Mo Yi took the hook off the wall and lifted it over his head. The tip of the hook just caught in the raised iron ring on the ceiling.

He pulled hard down.

With a gust of acrid wood rubbing and rusty metal, the ceiling, framed by four crevices, became loose and dusted, and then it was yanked open.

The wooden ladder that should have been lowered slowly with the opening of the secret door, or because the time was too long and the loose bearing could no longer bear its weight, it suddenly fell down under the action of gravity and hit Mo Yi in the head.

If he didn't react quickly, he would have been hit and bleeding.

Looking at the heavy wooden ladder, Mo Yi's breath can't help but be short of breath, quite some illusion of escape from death.

The mist standing behind him slowly drew back the legs that had been stepped out and the hand that had been stretched out half way. A silent sigh of relief was released, and the jaw line, which was strained by tension, was also relaxed.

He retreated back into the darkness as if it were his domain.

A pair of light gray eyes seriously and attentively stare at the tall and straight figure not far away, as if to see the only light source in the dark, with palpitating paranoia.

Mo Yi, with his back to the fog, knew nothing about the sight behind him, but looked up carefully into the dark door on the ceiling.

The dark door was dark, and the scene inside could not be seen on the ground. Only the cold and gloomy wind faintly sent from the dark door reverberated in my ears.

In fact, this kind of secret door is found in many foreign rooms, which leads to the attic which is responsible for loading sundries.

And in the copy It's not just packing stuff.

Mo Yi sighs in secret, and then reaches out his hand to hold the wooden stairs and slowly climbs up.

The cold air over the head, sent the smell of rotten wood, mixed with shallow bloody gas, the wooden ladder under the foot gave out a harsh groan. It was too heavy to bear for years of disrepair, trembling, rustling down to the dust.

The more upward, the darker.

Mo Yi's half body has been completely stretched up. Everything in front of him seems to be frozen in the darkness. Even if he shines with a flashlight, he can only see the fuzzy outline of the ups and downs in the darkness.

There was a dead silence in my ears.

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

Just as soon as his feet fell on the floor of the attic, without warning, a few lights like beans suddenly lit up in the attic, which startled Mo Yi.

Firmly fixed in the attic in a few corners of the candle lit, dim candle light will be able to light the whole attic.

The attic is not big. The narrow roof of strange shape is squeezed inward, which not only makes people almost unable to stand upright, but also greatly limits people's sight, making Mo Yi totally unable to see the whole picture of the attic.In the closed space, the sense of depression becomes more and more intense.

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

He straightened up his aching waist, but hit his head against a hard object.

Mo Yi was caught off guard and couldn't help but moan bitterly. He stepped back a few steps and looked at him carefully.

he saw a huge goat skull hanging on the wall, and the dark holes looked down on him coldly. Beside the skull, the complete bones of ten small animals were hung with thin wires. The white bones reflected the fire light and made a slight collision sound.

The attic windows were wide open, and from this angle one could see the immense darkness outside.

Like a grave.

By the dim light of the candle, Mo Yi saw several pieces of yellow paper covered with dust scattered on the ground. The handwriting on the paper was densely written on it. Under the candlelight, it was very fuzzy.

Mo Yi held his breath and bent down to pick up the paper. Just as he was about to read it carefully, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the countdown outside the window

- three minutes before the end of the hour.

Mo Yi can't help but feel tight. He breathes a little. Then he quickly picks up the paper piled on the ground. Without looking at it carefully, he puts them all into his bag.

He quickened his pace towards the wooden ladder.

If he had guessed correctly before

Nursery rhymes are coming again.

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