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Vol 4 Chapter 186: Part Two of "The Gate of Truth"

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The attic was extremely dim, and the sky outside was already dark by this time.

The place where the flashlight shines could not see anything for a while.

I could only put down the flashlight and grab the iron door with both hands to push it open completely.

The door is very stiff, and I think about the hinge of the historical door for more than 100 years, I don't know what it is made of.

Wood shaft or iron shaft?

But no matter what the hinge is, after a hundred years of history, it is estimated that it has already rotted or rusted.

It took a lot of effort to push the previous door gap away from a person's position.

Picked up the flashlight again and took it in. The inside seemed quite big.

I stepped in slowly.

This foot stepped on, a slight dust flew.

Dust exposed by the flashlight drifted upward.

The smell of dust rushed across the room, making me cough a few times in a row.

Pull the collar of the dress upwards, covering your nose and mouth and start breathing inside the dress with your mouth.

The flashlight illuminates the room, which is filled with seven or eight wooden tables.

The empty table made me extremely disappointed.

For several years, I have been thinking about the things behind the door.

I'm really disappointed when I see it now, and it's a bit indifferent.

In case this is not the case behind, I may be even more unacceptable.

I looked around carefully and found the attic window.

Thinking about opening the window first and letting in more air, or staying in it for a while, people will be smashed by dust.

I walked over slowly, looking down from the only window in the attic.

Here is the road on the other side of the church, when the bustling vehicles on the road pass by.

I observed the window, which was an old-fashioned wood-cut window.

There is no glass, only crisscrossing wooden strips.

Thinking that because of this kind of window, it is no wonder that no one cleans the room full of dust every day.

When I observed the four corners of the play window, I removed the window inward.

A crisp bell sounded up my hair, and I saw nothing around me.

The sound of the bell just now seems to be in my hand.

There was no sound at this time, and I relaxed and lowered the window. Just now, the bell sounded slightly.

I took a flashlight and took another look at the window, only to find that there was a row of fine bells hidden in the window.

I leaned in carefully, and a whole row of bells was embedded in the window. If you don't take the window down, you won't find it at all, and a wire connects the bells from the inside down in series.

At this moment, the thread has been broken, and I got up and looked at the position where the thread touched the hole.

I wonder what these bells are for?

A row of embedded bells was obviously used to remind people in the attic.

Looking at the hole straight down, it is estimated that people can pull the rope below to remind upstairs.

I think about what is below, it seems to be a corridor.

Very good, more interesting than I thought.

It doesn't seem to be an ordinary loft here, there must be some secrets I don't know.

I looked again into the attic, with four wooden tables.

The flashlight shone on it, covered with a layer of ash.

Place the flashlight on the table and feel a thud when you knock it down.

The extra crispness is a bit different, I touched the wooden table.

The hand tapped lightly, and the sound of rumbling sounded from the angle of striking.

I pushed hard, but I found the wooden table extremely solid.

This is contradictory, but the empty wooden table is extremely thick?

I made a little effort to lift it, and actually lifted the whole board up.

The flashlight fell to the ground and the light went out.

I unconsciously took out my phone and turned on the flashlight.

A glance at the battery's power level ensures that there is power, and the power level is displayed at 63%.

I used my phone to find the flashlight, picked it up and patted it in my hand but it didn't light up again.

Thinking about falling to the ground at such a high level, it is estimated that it broke.

I put the flashlight in one of my pockets, held the phone in one hand and lifted the board in the other.

Illuminated the light source, which was actually a **** box.

Sure enough, there is a secret, this is definitely not an ordinary loft.

Fumbled and put the phone into the other side pocket, and took the whole board off with both hands.

I touched it again and found that all four sides of the square table could be removed.

When the machine took off, the four sides of the wooden board were removed and the black box was exposed.

When I illuminated it with my mobile phone again, I didn't seem to understand what it was.

I grabbed the black box with both hands and wanted to hold it. But it was found that the black box was just a cover. After opening the cover, it was actually a rusty iron block with a small lever next to it.

With one end cocked, I placed the black cover on the ground.

Looking curiously at the equipment in front of him, the flashlight shone to the wooden board.

I saw the densely packed words on the board that I removed, and these words were carved on the board.

I immediately put together the five boards that I removed earlier.

I can understand the things on the board, but they are actually Arabic numerals and letters.

The other line of letters and numbers is actually a scale composed of dots and lines.

Looking at the boards, I looked at the lever on the table again.

Put your hand up and press gently.

A click sounded, but nothing happened.

There is also a round handle on the side. I grabbed it and turned it counterclockwise and found it locked.

Turning it clockwise, I found that there were a lot of obstacles but it could turn.

A little force still made me turn a few times successfully.

I pressed the lever a few more times, and the clicking sound rang in my ears.

The small light bulb on the board also lights up, making me feel familiar.

I immediately understood what was in front of me. This was a telegraph machine.

Then the light that just turned on, I immediately stopped turning the handle.

There was a chill in my back, and I seemed to send something out.

Will it be accepted? I have no way of knowing this.

I could have left this loft quickly, but curiosity told me that I should continue to look at the following wooden tables.

I immediately used my mobile phone to take photos of the other three wooden tables. Instinct drove me to open the other three wooden tables one by one.

The things in the two square tables are the same, both of which are telegraph machines of this lever.

And the other two, one is an ancient typewriter. At this time, the yellowed paper was inserted, but there was no word on it.

And the other is a few pieces of tattered clothes, I gently picked up the clothes seems to be war linen military uniform.

I can't see anything about the style of the clothes, but the hat is actually a canvas hood.

And under a few pieces of clothing, there was actually a national flag of the island country, and I started to tremble slowly when I was cold in the back.

Scrambling the clothes into the wooden table and covering the board again.

When the previous four square tables were restored, my whole body began to tremble unconsciously.

Walking down the attic, I haven't walked a few steps.

I remembered that the window I had removed had not been put back in place.

I almost ran up to the attic, and when I picked up the window, the bell rang loudly.

I immediately lifted the window back into it, and when my head was near the hollow of the wood.

The weak footsteps actually came from the hollow, and the sound in the entrance was the corridor below.

The rapid footsteps seem to be more than one person, if the gallery is going to come to the small loft, it can be reached in one minute.

And when I go out, I will definitely touch it, I seem to have nowhere to go.

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