Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter Sixty

Mo Yi put the flashlight in his hand on the window sill, his fingers trembling slightly, 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, which gave him a clever twist.

He only heard a light click, and the cassette was opened by him.

The necklace was lying quietly in a velvet dark box, and the mottled silver chain and pendant that had not turned black flickered under the light of a flashlight.

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 black and white fuzzy smiling faces of the two children inside.

He looked closer and was sure-it was indeed a black and white photo.

Well ... the hidden plot in this copy, at least, happened after the nineteenth century.

Mo Yi frowned slowly, his dark eyes blinking with anxiety.

The last large-scale plague in Europe was the Great Plague of London in 1665. During that plague, London's population decreased by almost one-fifth.

After the seventeenth century, the Black Death was almost extinct in Europe. Except for small-scale cases of plague deaths in a few places, there were no more outbreaks that spread to many countries and regions.

But ... whether it was the giant mice, or the beak mask, or the nursery rhyme just now, they all pointed to the terrible existence that had plundered a third of Europe's population—the Black Death.

Mo Yi stared heavily at the silver pendant in her palm, her lips tight.

In my mind, it was like a clutter of cluttered threads. I couldn't figure out the clue and couldn't find the key thread.

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

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

But ... it doesn't seem to fit around your neck.

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

But as soon as he lifted his sleeve up, he froze.

I saw a silver satin ribbon wrapped around his wrist, tightly pressed against the pale skin that he hasn't seen in the sky for a long time.

However, Mo Yi clearly remembers that after the last copy was over, he put this pit father's novice gift bag at home and did not bring it to the next copy in preparation.

— But it followed.

Mo Yi reached out and touched the ribbon, with the slight temperature of body temperature on it. It seemed to have no weight or thickness at all.

He tried to move his wrist again, without any lingering feeling, as if he didn't have the obstruction tape wrapped around his wrist.

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

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

Mo Yi pressed her lips, lowered her sleeves, and then wrapped her hand around the other wrist.

He lowered his palm and picked up the flashlight aside.

Aperture stayed on the wall on which the word of blood was written for a few seconds, and Mo Yi glanced at it deeply, as if he wanted to engrave the above content in his mind.

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

The interior of the room was piled with a lot of debris, and thick dust accumulated on it, looking extraordinarily dirty.

Mo Yi stepped closer to identify it, and found that it was a pile of shredded pieces of wood and iron, randomly stacked on the ground, seemingly fragments of chairs or beds, scattered scattered on the ground.

It was covered with a large gray sheet, covered with a pile of debris, and thick dust accumulated on the sheet, almost no color was seen.

Mo Yi paused, reached out and lifted the sheet.

The dust was lifted all over the sky all the time. He was coughing again and again. After a while, the dust settled. Mo Yi blocked his mouth and nose with his back, frowned, and stared at the place covered by the sheets.

I saw that the middle of the hillock piled with wood and iron fragments turned out to be hollow-but it was always covered by sheets, so I couldn't see the situation below.

Mo Yi's eyes were taken aback and he was startled.

Under the flashing light of the flashlight, in the middle of the open space, there were countless tired bones, and there was a white coldness under the lights.

A rotten breath mixed with the smell of dust rushed to his face, and this indescribable stench almost stopped breathing.

Mo Yiqiang put up with the disgusting feeling that came from the bottom of his heart, and moved forward a few points again, and the dark eyes stared at the pile of seemingly weird bones.

He picked up a slender piece of wood next to it and flicked the bones on the ground.

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

Thanks to the relatively complete preservation of those bone colonies, and thanks to the anatomy intro, which he flipped through when he was bored, he had not completely forgotten, and Mo Yi vaguely recognized the bone shapes of cats, birds and frogs.

Why are there these ...?

Why are there so many?

Mo Yi frowned tightly, a hint of vague thoughts crossed his mind, but it was fleeting, and when I recalled it had disappeared and it was no longer easy to capture.

He put the stick in his hand back to where it was, making a bumpy noise in the dark.

With his movement, the flashlight in his hand moved up inadvertently, and it was fixed on the ceiling.

Mo Yi lifted his head subconsciously, his gaze also fell on the place where the flashlight's aperture was illuminated, and he couldn't help but twitch a little.

He turned his wrist and fixed the slightly shifted aperture at a point on the ceiling.

It was an iron ring-shaped hook, which was embedded in the uneven ceiling and looked carefully. The surface was so dirty as to be indistinguishable from the color, there were four black gaps, and it was blocked by dust. In fact, it can't be discerned without looking carefully.

Mo Yi's eyes brightened—the dark door.

He leaned closer to the wall and walked around the room at a quicker pace, searching anxiously for something on the surrounding walls.

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

It was a long iron hook with a curved handle that was more than a meter long, and a small iron hook at the top, hooked to an iron nail on the wall of the window frame, hidden in the dark The edges that coincide with the shadow happen to overlap.

——If it is not deliberately searched, it may never be found.

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

He pulled down hard.

With the sound of abrasion of wood and rusty metal, the ceiling framed by four gaps became loose, fluttering toward the falling dust, and then it was pulled away suddenly.

The wooden ladder that should have been lowered slowly with the opening of the hidden door, or because of the long time and the loose bearing can no longer bear its weight, it fell suddenly under the effect of gravity, and directed at Mo Yi Smashed his head.

If it wasn't for his quick response, I'm afraid he would be smashed with blood.

Looking at the heavy wooden ladder, Mo Yi's breathing couldn't help but be a little quick, and there was an illusion of escape.

The mist standing not far behind him slowly retracted the legs that had been stepped out, and his half-stretched hand. He breathed a sigh of relief, and the tensioned jaw line also relaxed.

He returned to the darkness again, as if it were his territory.

A pair of light gray eyes stared earnestly and intently at the erect figure not far away, as if seeing the only light source in the dark, with a heart-breaking paranoia.

Mo Yi turned his back to the mist and knew nothing about the sight behind him, but looked up seriously into the dark door on the ceiling.

The dark door of the black hole was completely dark, and the scene inside could not be seen on the ground. Only the icy and gloomy wind faintly sent from the dark door echoed emptyly.

This kind of hidden door is actually found in many rooms in foreign countries, and it usually leads to the attic responsible for sundries.

-And in the copy ... it will never be as simple as stowage.

Mo Yi sighed secretly, then reached out and supported the wooden stairs, arched slowly and climbed up.

The icy air rushed overhead, sending the smell of decaying wood, mixed with light blood, and the wooden ladder at the foot gave a harsh moan. Yin, overwhelmed by the years of disrepair and trembling with earthquakes, fluttered down With dust.

The more up, the darker.

Mo Yi's half body had been fully stretched out, everything in front of him seemed to be stagnated by the darkness of substance. Even if he shot it with a flashlight, he could only see the undulating contours in the darkness.

There was silence in my ears.

He supported the wooden ladder around him with his palm, and then continued to climb up, and the whole man entered the attic.

The moment he dropped his feet on the ground floor of the attic, there was no warning, and a few lights were suddenly lit in the attic, which surprised Mo Yi.

The candles firmly fixed in the corners of the attic lit, and the dim candlelight illuminated the whole attic.

The attic is not large, and the strangely shaped narrow roof is squeezed inward, which not only makes people almost upright, but also greatly restricts people's sight, making Mo Yi completely unable to see the whole picture of the entire attic.

The sense of depression in the enclosed space became stronger.

After Mo Yi stooped and walked forward a few steps, the space above his head suddenly widened.

He straightened his sore waist, but bumped his head against a hard object.

Mo Yi was caught off guard, and he couldn't help but feel a dull sigh. He took a few steps later and looked intently—

I saw a huge goat skull hanging on the wall, and the black hole in the cave looked down at him coldly. Next to that skull, the complete bones of dozens of small animals were hung by thin lines, and the white bone reflected the light, A slight bump sound of a jingle.

The windows in the attic were wide open, from which you could see the vast darkness outside.

Like a grave.

With a faint candlelight, Mo Yi saw several dusty yellow papers scattered on the ground, with densely written handwriting on it, which looked extremely blurred under the candlelight.

Mo Yi held his breath, and bent over to pick up the paper. While reading it carefully, Yu Guang glanced down at the countdown

-There are three minutes left before the end of the hour.

Mo Yi couldn't help but tighten his breath, and his breath was slightly stagnant. Then he quickly picked up a stack of papers on the ground, and without looking closely, he hurriedly packed them all into his bag.

He accelerated his pace and walked towards the wooden ladder.

If he had been guessing before ...

The nursery rhyme was about to ring again.

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A small science without eggs:

During the Great Plague of London in 1665, most British universities were closed, including the University of Cambridge, so an ordinary college student returned to his hometown-his name was Newton.

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