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Chapter 180 "The Gate of Truth" Part [-]

The small attic was extremely dark, and it was already dark outside.

Wherever the flashlight shines, I can't see what it is.

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

The door is very stiff, and I don’t know what the door’s hinges are made of, considering it’s more than a hundred years old.

Wooden shaft or iron shaft?

But no matter what kind of shaft it is, it will probably have rotted or rusted after a hundred years of history.

It took a lot of effort to push a person's body open through the crack in the previous door.

I picked up the flashlight again and looked inside. It seemed to be quite big inside.

I slowly stepped in.

With this step, a slight amount of dust flew up.

The dust illuminated by the flashlight floats upward.

The smell of dust hit me in the room, making me cough several times.

Pull up the collar of the clothes, cover your mouth and nose, and start breathing through the clothes through your mouth.

The flashlight shines into the room, which contains seven or eight wooden tables.

The wooden table was empty, which made me extremely disappointed.

For several years, I had been fantasizing about what was behind the door.

Now that I have seen it, I am really a little disappointed, and I am also a little indifferent between the disappointment.

If it weren't for this scene later, I might not be able to accept it even more.

I looked around carefully and spotted the attic window.

I thought about opening the windows first to let in more air, otherwise I would be stunned by the dust if I stayed inside for a while.

I walked over slowly and looked down from the only window in the attic.

This is the road on the other side of the church, and the bustling vehicles on the road are passing by.

I looked at the windows, which were old-fashioned wooden hollow windows.

There is no glass, just criss-crossing wooden slats.

I thought that because of this kind of window, it’s not surprising that the room is full of dust when no one cleans it every day.

As I watched and played with the four corners of the window, I removed the window inwards.

A crisp ringing sound made my hair stand up. I looked around and found nothing.

The ringing sound just now seemed to come from my hand.

There was no sound at this time, so I relaxed and lowered the window.Just after I put it down, the sound of the bell reappeared slightly.

I took a flashlight and looked at the window again, only to find that there was actually a row of tiny bells hidden in the inlay of the window.

I moved closer carefully and saw a row of bells embedded inside the window.You wouldn't even notice it if you didn't take down the window, but a wire connects the bells downwards from the inside.

At this moment, the thread had broken. I stood up and looked at the place where the thread end touched, and there was a hole.

I thought what are these bells for?
A row of built-in bells were apparently used to alert those in the attic.

Looking at the hole going straight down, I guess someone could pull the rope from below to alert the people above.

I thought about what was below. It seemed to be a corridor.

Very good, more interesting than I thought.

This seems to be no ordinary attic, there must be some secrets that I don't know about.

I looked into the attic again and saw four wooden tables.

When the flashlight shined on it, it was covered with a layer of dust.

Put the flashlight on the table and feel a thunk when you knock it down.

It was extra crisp and a little different. I touched the wooden table with my hand.

I tapped lightly with my hand, and a thumping sound came from the angle of the tapping.

I pushed hard and found that the wooden table was extremely solid.

This is very contradictory, the hollow wooden table is extremely heavy?
I tried a little harder to lift it up, but the entire board actually lifted up.

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

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

I took a look at the battery on my phone to make sure it was charged, and it showed 60.00%.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 that if it fell to the ground at such a height, it was probably broken.

I put the flashlight in one pocket, holding my phone in one hand and lifting the wooden board with the other.

Shining the light source in, it turned out to be a large black box.

Sure enough, there is a secret. This is definitely not an ordinary attic.

He fumbled and put the phone into the other pocket, and took off the entire board with both hands.

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

Immediately, the four wooden boards were removed, exposing the black box to the outside.

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

I grabbed the black box with both hands and tried to pick it up.But they found that the black box was just a cover. After opening the cover, what was covered underneath was actually a rusty iron block. There was a small lever next to the iron block.

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

He looked at the equipment in front of him curiously, and the flashlight's light illuminated the wooden board beside him.

I saw densely packed words on the wooden board that I took off. These words were carved on the wooden board.

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

I can understand the things on the wooden board. They are Arabic numerals and letters.

Another row of letters and numbers is actually a scale composed of dots and lines.

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

He put his hand up and pressed it gently.

There was a click, but nothing happened.

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

After turning it clockwise, I found that there was a lot of obstruction but it could be turned.

Even with a little force, I managed to turn it a few times.

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

The small light bulb on the wooden board also lit up, making me feel a little familiar.

I immediately understood what I was seeing. It was a telegraph machine.

Then the light just came on, and I immediately stopped turning the handle.

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

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

Instinct told me to leave the loft quickly, but curiosity told me to continue looking at the wooden tables below.

I immediately used my phone to shine a light on the other three wooden tables, and my instinct drove me to open the other three wooden tables one by one.

The items inside the two square tables are the same, both are lever telegraph machines.

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

The other one was a few tattered clothes. I gently picked up the clothes, which seemed to be wartime linen military uniforms.

I couldn't tell much about the style of the clothes, but the hat turned out to be a canvas hood.

Under some clothes, there was actually an island country's flag, and my back started to tremble slowly.

He hastily stuffed the clothes into the wooden table and covered the wooden board again.

When I restored the four square tables to their original state, my whole body began to tremble unconsciously.

Walking down to the attic, I haven't even taken a few steps yet.

I remembered that the window I had taken off earlier had not yet been put back in place.

I almost ran up to the attic quickly, and when I picked up the window, the clear ringing of the bell rang.

I immediately lifted the window and wedged it back in, as my head approached the hollow of the wood.

The sound of weak footsteps actually came from the hole, and the sound coming from the entrance of the hole was from the corridor below.

There seemed to be more than one person rushing towards him. If he wanted to go up to the small attic, he could get there in one minute.

And when I go out, I will definitely encounter someone. It seems that I have no way out.

(End of this chapter)