The little attic was extremely dim, and it was already dark outside.

I couldn't tell what it was for a while.

I had no choice but to put down the flashlight and grab the iron door with both hands to push it open completely.

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

Wood or iron hinges?

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

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

I picked up the flashlight again and shone it in, and it seemed that the sea inside was quite large.

I slowly stepped in.

This foot stepped on, and the dust flew slightly.

The dust from the flashlight is sprinkled upwards.

The smell of dust in the room made me cough several times in a row.

Pull the neckline of the garment upwards, cover your mouth and nose, and start breathing through your mouth.

A flashlight shone into the room, and inside were seven or eight wooden tables.

The wooden table was empty, and I was extremely disappointed.

For a few years, I was in a reverie about what was behind the door.

Now that I see it, I'm really disappointed, and I'm a little indifferent between the disappointments.

If this is not the case, I may be even more unacceptable.

I looked around and found the attic window.

Thinking about opening the windows first to let in more air, otherwise people will be dizzy with dust if they stay in it for a while.

I walked over slowly, looking down from the only window in the attic.

This is the road on the other side of the church, and at this time the road is bustling with cars passing by.

I looked at the windows, old fashioned wooden cut-outs.

There is no glass, just criss-crossed strips of wood.

Thinking about it, because of this kind of window, it's not strange that no one cleans the room every day, and the room is full of dust.

When I looked at the four corners of the play window, I removed the window inward.

The crisp sound of bells made my hairs stand on end, and I didn't notice anything around me.

The sound of the bell just now still seems to be in my hand.

There was no sound at this point, and I relaxed and lowered the window. As soon as I put it down, the bell sound appeared slightly.

I took the flashlight and shone the window again, only to find that there was a row of small bells hidden in the window inset.

I leaned in, and a whole row of bells was embedded in the window. If you don't take the window down, you won't find it at all, and a thread connects the bells down from the inside.

At this point, the thread had been broken, and I got up and looked at the hole where the thread was touching.

I wondered what these bells were for.

A row of bells embedded in it was apparently intended to remind the people in the attic.

Looking at the hole straight down, it is estimated that people can pull the rope below to remind the upstairs.

I pondered what was down there, what seemed to be a hallway.

It's good, it's a little more interesting than I thought.

It doesn't seem to be an ordinary attic, and there must be secrets I don't know.

I looked again into the attic, where there were four wooden tables.

The flashlight shone on it, and it was covered with a layer of dust.

Place the flashlight on the table and feel a thud when you knock it down.

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

The upper hand tapped lightly, and the sound of thump came from the angle of tapping.

I pushed hard, but found that the wooden table was very sturdy.

It's paradoxical, but the hollow wooden table is extremely heavy?

I tried to lift it up a little bit, and I lifted the whole plank.

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

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

I glanced at the phone's battery to make sure it was charged, and the battery level was displayed at 63%.

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 about falling to the ground at such a height, it is estimated that it was broken.

I put my flashlight in one pocket and lifted the board with my phone in one hand and the other.

I shone the light source in, and inside it was a big black box.

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

Fumbling with his phone into the other pocket, he removed the wooden board with both hands.

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

The planks were removed on all sides, exposing the black box.

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

I grabbed the black box with both hands and wanted to pick it up. It was found that the black box was just a cover, and when the cover was opened, it was actually covered with a rusty iron block with a small lever next to the iron block.

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

Curiously looking at the equipment in front of him, the light of the flashlight shone on the wooden board on the side.

I saw that the wooden board that I had taken off was densely covered with letters, and these words were engraved on the wooden board.

I immediately put the five planks I had removed from earlier together.

I could read the things on the board, and it was Arabic numerals and letters.

The other line of letters and numbers is actually a scale made up of dots and lines.

Looking at the planks, I looked again at the levers on the table.

I put my hand up and pressed it down gently.

There was a click, but nothing happened.

There was also a round handle on the side, and I grabbed it and turned it counterclockwise to find that it was locked.

I turned it clockwise, and I found that there were a lot of blockages, but I could turn it.

A little bit of force still allowed me to make a few turns.

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

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

I immediately understood what was in front of me, it was a telegraph machine.

When the light came on, I immediately stopped turning the handle.

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

Will it be accepted? I don't know.

Instinct told me to hurry out of the attic, but curiosity told me I should continue to look at the wooden tables below.

I immediately shone my phone at the other three wooden tables, and instinct drove me to open the other three wooden tables one by one.

The contents of two of the square tables were the same, both were telegraphs with this kind of leverage.

And the other two, one is an ancient typewriter. At this time, there were yellowed pages on it, but not a single word was typed on it.

The other was a few tattered clothes, which I gently picked up from what appeared to be wartime linen uniforms.

I couldn't tell the style of the clothes, but the hat was actually a canvas hood.

And under a few clothes, there was actually a flag of an island country, and I began to slowly tremble when I was cold behind my back.

Hastily stuffed the clothes into the wooden table and covered the wooden planks again.

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

Walked down the attic, not a few steps yet.

I remembered that the window I had removed had not been put back in place.

I ran up to the attic almost briskly, and the crisp chime of the bell rang as I picked up the window.

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

The sound of weak footsteps came from inside the cavern, and the sound from the hole was the hallway below.

The sound of hurried footsteps seemed to be more than one person, and I had nowhere to go.