Thinking of this, I opened the door and walked out of the room.
After leaving the room, there is a long corridor outside the door.
Perhaps because of its age and disrepair, the lights here flicker on and off, making it look like a horror movie at first glance.
To be more precise, this place feels a bit like Resident Evil.
Should I say it or not, no matter how bold I am, I still feel a little chilly on my back at this moment, and waves of chills rush from the base of my tail to the top of my head.
Back to the topic, the room I was in just now was the third to last room. There were two rooms further inside. There were no lights in the room and it was pitch dark. There was a wall blocking the way out.
I simply looked into the two nearest rooms. Since there was no light, I couldn't see clearly what was going on inside. In addition, the door was locked, so I simply stopped worrying about it and turned around to face the corridor. The other end strode away.
The corridor was filled with debris, either broken tables and chairs, broken glass on the floor, or iron cabinets that had been thrown outside, with occasionally some documents scattered inside.
When I passed by a metal cabinet, I picked up one and took a look at it under the flickering light. I found that they were all ordinary cases.
Seeing that these documents were of little value, he threw them aside, and then briefly looked through the medical cases scattered in the cabinet.
To be honest, I thought I still had nothing to gain, but who would have thought that at the bottom of a stack of cases, I suddenly found a case that had been torn out in half.
And there was a one-inch photo of me stuck on the medical case, and the word "Hu Tian" was clearly written in the name column next to the photo.
The moment I saw my photo and name, my heart skipped a beat.
But that’s not what surprised me the most. What’s even weirder is that in the date column on the upper right side of this half-torn case, there is clearly written September 11, 1948.
"1948...? Sixty years ago?" I said to myself in surprise, "How is this possible? How could my information appear on a medical case from 60 years ago?"
Thinking of this, I carefully checked the medical record, but what made me even more incredible was that no matter from the paper, to the printing, or even to the degree of wear and tear, this medical record was genuine, and there was no trace of anything that could be found at all. Traces of fraud.
This means that this case is true.
But how come my information appears in this case from sixty years ago?
To be honest, when faced with such a problem, let alone me, even if it were a second person, even a decision-making genius like Einstein, Sherlock Holmes, or Detective Di Renjie, he would probably be as big as eight heads.
I took a deep breath and looked down at the half of the case in my hand. After a while, I turned back to look at the other scattered cases in the iron cabinet. After a while, I discovered something unusual.
"Although the case with my information is not fake, it is a bit too new compared to those cases!" I thought as I reached out and touched the dust in the cabinet.
Perhaps no one has been to this place for a long time, and no one has touched the contents of this cabinet. This cabinet is full of dust, but strangely, this place is the only one with less dust, especially my half of the case. It was clean, with almost no dust at all.
….
I looked at the half of the case in my hand and murmured to myself, "It's obvious that someone put this here intentionally! And it looks like it was put here not long ago!"
Thinking of this, another thought popped up in my mind, "But who is this person? How did he get these half of the cases? Also, how did he know that I would definitely come? Go through this cabinet? How do you know to hide the half of the case at the bottom of the cabinet so that I can definitely see it? What is written on the other half of the case?"
As the clues were gradually discovered, more and more questions began to pour into my mind, completely blocking my thoughts.
I want to try
I sorted through these problems bit by bit, but still couldn't find a clue.
And at this moment, the bell that had disappeared suddenly rang again, "Buzz buzz... buzz buzz..."
Different from before, this time the dull copper bell rang six times in succession.
The sound of the bell was sad and long. Every time it rang, my heart tightened. It felt as if an invisible big hand squeezed my heart hard.
The six bells were neither too long nor too short. I took a few deep breaths and finally exhaled the turbid air in my heart, muttering: "This is Damn, I almost forgot that I ran out to see where the bell was coming from. Why did those guys run away when they heard the sound? Speaking of which, are those guys and the person who released the case the same person? ?The time written on the medical record is 60 years ago. When those guys started taking action, they seemed to be mumbling about revenge for something they had done sixty years ago... Let’s not think about it for now. There will be at least one person left in the room. He’s unconscious, let’s figure out what’s going on with that bell first!”
Thinking of this, I stepped on my feet and walked towards the other side of the corridor.
Since the light in this place was not very good, and there were a lot of debris in the corridor, I didn't walk too fast.
Fortunately, this corridor is not too long, and we reached the end in just a few minutes.
At the end of the corridor is a double door. Perhaps because of its age, the glass on both doors is broken.
I walked to the door and pushed it with my hand. The strange thing was that the door was locked.
"Huh?" I snorted in confusion and thought to myself: "The door is locked? Didn't those guys come from here? But when I first came here, there was obviously no other way? His grandma's, This is too strange."
While I was thinking about it, suddenly there came another "buzz buzz...buzz buzz..." six bells from the courtyard outside the door.
When I heard the sound, I closed my eyes and looked into the courtyard. I found that outside this door was a quite large courtyard. There was an extra-large copper bell in the northwest corner of the courtyard.
This big clock and the other ones are all out of tune. At first glance, it seems that at least eight big men would have to work together to hold it.
What's even more surprising is that there is neither a pavilion nor a bell tower next to this big clock, so it is all alone and pecking into the yard.
And beside this big clock, there was a person standing at this time.
I looked through the moonlight outside and saw that this person was about the same height as me. He was wearing green soap all over his body. He had a big pointed hat on his head and a big cloth bag slung over his shoulder. There was a bulging bag inside. Don't know what is installed.
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