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.
Will it be accepted? I have no way of knowing this.
Thinking that if it fell to the ground at such a height, it was probably broken.
I slowly stepped in.
I immediately lifted the window and wedged it back in, as my head approached the hollow of the wood.
This is very contradictory, the hollow wooden table is extremely heavy
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.
The smell of dust hit me in the room, making me cough several times.
As I watched and played with the four corners of the window, I removed the window inwards.
I couldn't tell much about the style of the clothes, but the hat turned out to be a canvas hood.
Pull up the collar of the clothes, cover your mouth and nose, and start breathing through the clothes through your mouth.
The small light bulb on the wooden board also lit up, making me feel a little familiar.
He hastily stuffed the clothes into the wooden table and covered the wooden board again.
Sure enough, there is a secret. This is definitely not an ordinary attic.
This is the road on the other side of the church, and the bustling vehicles on the road are passing by.
There is a round handle on the side. I grabbed it and turned it counterclockwise and found that it was locked.
I looked into the attic again and saw four wooden tables.
I looked around carefully and spotted the attic window.
A crisp ringing sound made my hair stand up. I looked around and found nothing.
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.
The dust illuminated by the flashlight floats upward.
But no matter what kind of shaft it is, it will probably have rotted or rusted after a hundred years of history.
The items in the two square tables are the same, both are lever telegraph machines.
When the flashlight shined on it, it was covered with a layer of dust.
The flashlight shines into the room, which contains seven or eight wooden tables.
I tried a little harder to lift it up, but the entire board actually lifted up.
Walking down to the attic, I haven't even taken a few steps yet.
I saw densely packed words on the wooden board that I took off. These words were carved on the wooden board.
There was a click, but nothing happened.
The ringing sound just now seemed to come from my hand.
A row of built-in bells were apparently used to alert those in the attic.
The flashlight fell to the ground and the light went out.
If it weren't for this scene later, I might not be able to accept it even more.
Then the light just came on, and I immediately stopped turning the handle.
Immediately, the four wooden boards were removed, exposing the black box to the outside.
I could only put down the flashlight, grab the iron door with both hands and try to push it open completely.
I immediately put together the five boards I had removed earlier.
Wherever the flashlight shines, I can't see what it is.
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.
He fumbled and put the phone into the other pocket, and took off the entire board with both hands.
It took a lot of effort to push a person's body open through the crack in the previous door.
Shining the light source in, it turned out to be a large black box.
I used my phone to find the flashlight, picked it up and patted it in my hand but it didn't light up again.
Instinct told me to leave the loft quickly, but curiosity told me to continue looking at the wooden tables below.
I tapped lightly with my hand, and a thumping sound came from the angle of the tapping.
When I used my mobile phone to illuminate it again, I didn't seem to understand what it was.
Looking at the hole going straight down, I guess someone could pull the rope from below to alert the people above.
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.
With one end raised, I placed the black cover on the ground.
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 was a chill in my back, and I seemed to be sending something out.
I took a look at the battery level on my phone to make sure it was charged, and it showed sixty-three percent.
This seems to be no ordinary attic, there must be some secrets that I don't know about.
I walked over slowly and looked down from the only window in the attic.
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.
Looking at the boards, I looked again at the lever on the table.
Now that I have seen it, I am really a little disappointed, and I am also a little indifferent between the disappointment.
With this step, a slight amount of dust flew up.
I put the flashlight in one pocket, holding my phone in one hand and lifting the wooden board with the other.
After turning it clockwise, I found that there was a lot of obstruction but it could be turned.
When I restored the four square tables to their original state, my whole body began to tremble unconsciously.
Another row of letters and numbers is actually a scale composed of dots and lines.
The other one was a few tattered clothes. I gently picked up the clothes, which seemed to be wartime linen military uniforms.
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.
The small attic was extremely dark, and it was already dark outside.
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 subconsciously took out my phone and turned on the flashlight.
I thought about what was below. It seemed to be a corridor.
He looked at the equipment in front of him curiously, and the flashlight's light illuminated the wooden board beside him.
I pressed the lever a few more times, and a clicking sound rang in my ears.
I can understand the things on the wooden board. They are Arabic numerals and letters.
I thought what are these bells for
I almost ran up to the attic quickly, and when I picked up the window, the clear ringing of the bell rang.
Very good, more interesting than I thought.
I immediately understood what I was seeing. It was a telegraph machine.
I looked at the windows, which were old-fashioned wooden hollow windows.
It was extra crisp and a little different. I touched the wooden table with my hand.
I remembered that the window I had taken off earlier had not yet been put back in place.
There seemed to be more than one person rushing towards the door. If the corridor wanted to go up to the small attic, it would take just a minute.
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.
The wooden table was empty, which made me extremely disappointed.
Wooden shaft or iron shaft
Put the flashlight on the table and feel a thunk when you knock it down.
For several years, I had been fantasizing about what was behind the door.
I picked up the flashlight again and looked inside. It seemed to be quite big inside.
There is no glass, just criss-crossing wooden slats.
I touched it again and found that all four sides of the square table could be removed.
He put his hand up and pressed it gently.
Even with a little force, I managed to turn it a few times.
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.
I pushed hard and found that the wooden table was extremely solid.
Under some clothes, there was actually an island country's flag, and my back started to tremble slowly.
And when I go out, I will definitely encounter someone. It seems that I have no way out.