After the stone gate, there is a passage.
Following the passage, we arrived at a similar cellar.
Seeing the mechanism of wooden pillars and stone slabs, Ronan repeated his old trick.
Another stone door opened, revealing a passage.
Ronan held his cell phone and walked forward with the help of the faint light.
After a rough estimate, judging from this direction and the length of the passage, the secret room leads to the outside of the castle.
In front of him, a half-open door appeared.
An old lock lay on the ground, covered in dust.
Ronan cautiously opened the door.
This is a room of thirty to forty square meters, and there are not many things in the room.
The bed and sofa were covered in dust, and there was a dime-sized blue substance in the corner of the floor, a bit like moldy bread.
If this secret room was completely sealed, there wouldn't be so much dust.
In addition, he showed no signs of hypoxia, and it can be concluded that there was a ventilated place in the house, which was probably the exit.
Using the light of his mobile phone, Ronan searched around the house.
Soon, above the wooden table, I saw an iron ladder for people to climb.
Above, it seems to be leading somewhere.
On the wooden table, there is a thick notebook.
Just as Ronan was about to pick it up, he received a prompt from the system.
Hidden Mission: Dusty Sin.
This task is somewhat dangerous. Do you accept it
Hmm~
Ronan took his hand back and saved a file first.
Touching the notebook again, he paused when he heard the system beep.
"Not accepted."
As soon as he finished speaking, the notebook in front of him began to spontaneously ignite.
The flames quickly engulfed the notebook, but did not set the flammable wooden table on fire.
Okay, you're welcome.
Ronan read the file, thought about it for a moment, and chose to accept it.
Benefits and risks coexist. Now that you have encountered it, there is absolutely no reason to give up.
That's it.
Hidden Mission: Dusty Sin.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Some sins cannot be buried in the dust after all
Mission requirement: Find any three sins of Bruce White.
Mission reward: 5000 points
"Who is Bruce White?"
Ronan rubbed his nose and prepared to stick to his notebook.
But before that, the footprints on the wooden table attracted his attention.
Above the wooden table, there is a ladder.
To leave the room, you have to step on the wooden table.
There was dust on the table, showing footprints and overlapping in some places.
If you carefully identify the footprints, they should belong to two people.
Ronan frowned. He had not yet mastered the ability to judge height and weight based on footprints, so he turned his attention to the notebook.
The cover of the notebook was also stained with a lot of dust.
Using the light of the mobile phone, one can see that there are two obviously different fingerprints on the book cover.
Depending on the depth of the fingerprints, one will be wider and the other will be thinner.
Ronan had not touched the notebook, so he used his fingers to mark the two fingerprints.
The wide one was about the same size as his finger, and it was a man's fingerprint.
The thinner fingerprints are probably that of a woman.
This shows that before Ronan arrived, there had been two visitors to this secret room.
One male and one female.
The order in which the two people arrived can be judged by the depth of dust on their finger prints.
In a fixed environment, the dust generated on the notebook is consistent.
The lighter the dust on the fingerprint, the closer the time is. The deeper the dust, the farther back in time.
From this we can see that women arrive first and men later.
Ronan held his mobile phone for lighting in his left hand and opened his notebook with his right hand.
Judging from the content, it looks like a diary.
He calmed down and began to read.
December 17, 1941, Wednesday, cloudy.
Today is my 22nd birthday.
In previous years, no matter how busy brothers Stryker and Dylan were, they would always take the time to send congratulatory messages.
But this year, there is nothing.
The war has taken away the lives of too many family members, and my heart has long been numb.
A small birthday, what does it mean
Sergeant Smith who listened to the outpost said that Amber Harbor was attacked by the Neon Kingdom a few days ago.
My God, Aunt Lawrence and the others went to visit, but they were all there!
Hope they are all okay.
There are only eleven of us left in the White family, God bless.
December 25, 1941, Thursday, cloudy.
Today is Christmas, the streets are red and green, but no one is happy at all.
The war broke out on the front line, and I received the bad news I least wanted to see.
I am the only one left in the White family.
I miss my mother so much, I miss my brothers so much, and I really want to go home.
But where is my home
Saturday, January 3, 1942, sunny.
My father still had some connections in politics, which was one of the few things he could leave behind after his death.
At noon I received the appointment from the military department.
With special approval from Lord Roosevelt, I was sent to lead a team of fifty men to garrison an island about eighty nautical miles south of Hawaii.
Most of the people traveling with me are like me, the only remaining male members of their respective families.
The ship carried a wealth of supplies, as well as some tools and supplies.
I understand that with this arrangement, the country is not stable.
Your Excellency has spent a lot of effort to preserve the fire for our fragmented families.
But, I don’t know what the point of stationing on the island is.
Sometimes I really want to go to the front line and die.
Okay, ready to set off and gather.
Sunday, January 4, 1942, sunny.
The sunshine is very good today.
I met Pete, my former childhood friend, in the starting team.
The things we talk about the most are things from our childhood, full of memories.
At that time, we were shirtless, having fun in the wheat fields, chasing hares, not to mention how happy we were.
How sad.
Everyone knows why we are together.
Regarding those sad things, there was a tacit agreement not to mention them.
Pete also complained that since the fire was to be preserved, why not bring in more women
I laughed along with everyone.
This is the first time I've laughed out loud in a month.
I hope life on the island is a new beginning.
Wednesday, January 6, 1942, light rain.
Everyone was busy all day yesterday, transporting the supplies on the ship to the outpost.
Cut down trees, build wooden houses, plan areas, check islands, build fortifications, there are so many trivial tasks.
As long as you are busy, you won't think about those bad things.
I grew to like this feeling of being needed.
In the evening, Peter shot a hare, which was very fragrant.
Wait for the rain to stop and then go for a walk with him.
Maybe we don’t have to eat canned cod at night. Is that stuff for human consumption
January 9, 1942, Saturday, overcast.
Some soldiers reported that they wanted to visit the main island.
I was really too busy, so I asked Peter to take the people.
I hope nothing happens.
It rains often on the island, and it comes and goes quickly. My neck is a little stiff, maybe I have a stiff neck.
Sunday, January 10, 1942, sunny.
Pete is back with some exciting news.
They found an uninhabited castle on a larger island.
Thank God, I finally don’t have to sleep in a damp wooden house.
Moving on, it was the day when this officer named Bruce White moved into the castle with his men and developed the island.
Usually it is recorded once every few days or months, mostly trivial things.
Ronan blinked. His eyes were dry from reading for a long time.
Rubbing his eyes, he read faster.