flame hunter

Jiahuan walked outside the door only to find that it was not an exit but a corridor.

Looking at the upward staircase with a width of about two meters, Jiahuan secretly sighed.

She didn't know whether she should move forward. After all, she was punished for her mistakes. If she left the dark room rashly, she would be punished more severely.

While hesitating, the door behind him suddenly closed automatically, with a bang, startling Jiahuan.

Jiahuan turned around and looked at the closed door in a daze, it seemed that she had no choice.Thinking of this, Jiahuan simply gritted his teeth and stepped up the endless wooden stairs...

The depth of the corridor is dark and black, and the lights seem to be sensory. Every time Jiahuan takes a step forward, the copper wall lamp on the wall will immediately light up.

Jia Huan caressed the boulders to build the wall, it was so smooth and cold, looking back, there was also a black hole behind him.It turned out that the light was stingy and only surrounded her.

After walking about [-] steps, the first corner appeared in the corridor. Jiahuan looked up, and there was a portrait of a person in front of him.

In the painting is a middle-aged Western man in a black robe, with a pocket watch-like ornament hanging around his neck, with dark brown curly hair, wearing a jewel-encrusted tiara, and holding a crown in his left hand. A book, and in his right hand holds a fine ebony scepter with a huge cobra coiled around it.

Not only is the painting style delicate and noble, but the entire frame is also simple and exquisite.Jiahuan approached a corner of the portrait, and saw a small row of unremarkable English characters "leonardo di vinci"

"Leonardo da Vinci?!" Jiahuan's eyes widened in disbelief, and she took a step back to look at the portrait carefully.

Judging from the painting style and colors, it does resemble Da Vinci's handwriting, but Jiahuan is almost certain that there is absolutely no such painting in Da Vinci's handed down works.If this is an authentic work, I am afraid that it will shock the entire painting and collection circles, and the entire Sherlock Castle is not worth the value of this painting.

But how could such a painting hang in this cold and dark corridor without seeing the light of day?Looking at the man in the painting again, he has a solemn expression, and his eyes are shining with confidence and wisdom. Although he is not dressed as a royal aristocrat, he has an undisguised majesty.

Jia Huan frowned, tried her best to suppress the hesitation and confusion in her heart and continued walking up the stairs.It doesn't matter who is in the painting and whose masterpiece it is.At this moment, she just wanted to escape from here as soon as possible, find Thomas, confess to him, plead for mercy, and hope that he can forgive Si Baining.

In the joy of the family, nothing can beat Si Boning's safety is more important!

This section of the road is almost spiraling upwards, and every once in a while a portrait of a person will appear on the wall. Except for the change of the face of the person, their chest ornaments, crowns and scepters are all exactly the same.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Jiahuan's breathing gradually became heavy. She supported her waist and stood under the portrait, gulping air.This is the No.13 portrait, which means that I have made at least thirteen turns in the spiral staircase of the corridor.Inadvertently glanced at the person in the painting, Jia Huan suddenly stood there dumbfounded.

She opened her mouth wide and stared at the familiar face, looking in disbelief at this person who pampered her endlessly from the very first sight.

Thomas!How could it be Thomas? !

The same solemn look, the same confident eyes shining with the light of wisdom.With a strong and straight nose and slightly curly blond hair, this is undoubtedly his adoptive father Thomas.

However, Jiahuan had never seen Thomas wearing such a weird outfit, so how could Thomas dress like those people?

Jiahuan's chest was beating wildly, and she had no time to distinguish the secrets of these similar portraits under the dim light, so she walked forward in a daze across the portraits with confusion and panic.

After a while, a beautifully carved bronze metal gate blocked Jiahuan's way.Is this the end of the corridor?

A strong sense of loss swept over me, where is the way out? !This is clearly a dead end!Jia Huan was so depressed that she wanted to cry, but she beat on the door desperately.The heavy metal didn't make any sound under Jia Huan's beating, but the winding and mysterious pattern covered on the surface of the gate hurt Jia Huan's palm.

Jia Huan's body softened, and she leaned against the door and sat on the cold floor.It was as if everything had returned to the original point, back to the moment when she was overwhelmed and powerless.

The photos on the phone screen were not made by herself, no matter how ecstatic Jia Huan was at the photos, she would not foolishly save the photos in the phone as a screen saver.

The only person who has touched the phone and seen that picture is only one!She was the one who harmed Si Baining and herself!

He regarded her as a friend, but she shot him in the back!

Thinking of this, Jia Huan involuntarily gritted his teeth, and the unconcealable disgust made Jia Huan nauseated.

If I hadn't realized that string of codes by accident, I'm afraid that I'm still in the dark room, even if I don't freeze to death, I will be driven crazy by the whimpering.From this point of view, the door that opened at the back should be a secret voice-activated door, and the string of codes is the key to open the door.

right!It must be so!So--

Jia Huan suddenly turned around and laid her face on the bronze door, hoping to find the key to open it.