Li Ang looked at the wooden ceiling and said calmly, "What is the situation?" ”

A few seconds ago, he was still standing on the steps with Dong Fengpo, looking towards the corridor on the second floor,

Suddenly, a tile on the ground under Li Ang's feet slammed down, and he subconsciously raised the triangular bone spear, trying to block the falling momentum by placing the gun horizontally.

However, the speed of the fall was far beyond his imagination, and Leon didn't even have time to shout before he fell into the pitch-black space under the collapsed tiles.

Immediately, I saw myself flying sideways through a wooden door, entering a bedroom, and smoothly and lightly planted into a large, heavy cylindrical metal instrument.

The metal cylinder is 2.5 meters long, hollow inside, and has a cavity diameter of nearly one meter, which is large enough to accommodate the next adult male.

Underneath the metal cylinder is a bracket also made of metal.

Leon's body was trapped in the cylinder, his neck and head exposed, resting on a rusty metal plate that extended from the front of the metal instrument.

It looks like you're lying in a cylindrical metal coffin.

If it were someone else, he must have struggled in a panic at this time, trying to break free from this metal coffin,

However, Li Ang didn't panic at all, and after finding that he was not in danger for the time being, he moved his body, changed to a more comfortable lying position, turned his neck, and called out to Miss Chai in his heart, "Chai Chai, what did you see just now?" ”

"As you can see, the ground is sunken, and you fly sideways into the house."

Chai Cui paused for a moment, looked at the slowly closing wooden door in the corner of the room, and said, "The outside of this room is the corner of a horizontal corridor - it doesn't look like a corridor on the second floor.

The house has oddities, gravity anomalies, and the spatial structure is equally anomalous. ”

"Hmm."

Leon nodded, his neck resting on the metal plate turned left and right, and glanced around the room, "Bookshelves, small desks, pianos, cloth dolls... It was supposed to be a children's room before.

A room for a child with polio, to be exact."

Chai Cuiqiao was stunned when she heard this, "Polio? How do you know? ”

Leon didn't answer, his hands trapped in the cylinder metal instrument, groped back and forth in the hollow cavity of the metal cylinder, and soon found the valve device,

Leon twisted the valve, and the front end of the cylinder that bound his neck slowly opened from the right side, so that Leon could slide into the cylinder, and wait until the door at the front of the instrument was completely opened, and then the whole person crawled out of it.

After Leon stood firm on the floor, he patted the dust on his body, tapped the metal cylinder instrument with his knuckles, and said calmly, "This thing that looks a bit like a tea stir-fry machine, called 'Iron Lung', was invented to help polio patients."

Polio has been around since ancient times, and patients often die of dyspnea and respiratory failure due to muscle weakness and difficulty in mobilizing respiratory muscles.

In the 17th century, an English scientist proposed the idea of promoting breathing by applying negative pressure ventilation externally based on the principle of breathing movement.

Until the thirties of the nineteenth century, there was a craze in the United States to design negative pressure prototype respiratory muscles, including an instrument called iron lung, which assisted patients in breathing by artificially creating a negative pressure environment.

In the forties and fifties of the last century, iron lungs were all over the United States, and the dimensional coefficient was the lifeline of tens of thousands of polio patients.

However, with the advent of the poliovirus vaccine, polio has a truly effective treatment, and iron lung has withdrawn from the stage of history. ”

Li Ang glanced at the degree of rust on the surface of this instrument, and said calmly: "If the background of this script mission is modern earth, it must be around the twenties and thirties of the twentieth century, or later. ”

"Uh,"

Miss Chai's eyes widened, "You also know this...."

Li Ang paused, gently scraped the iron lung with his fingertips, and said indifferently: "I used to have a friend who suffered from this disease. For this reason, I have studied the history of these diseases. ”

Li Ang didn't reveal the specific information of that friend, but Miss Chai had an automatic brain and knew in her heart - Li Ang came out of the orphanage...

She said with some embarrassment: ".... Excuse me. ”

"It's fine."

Li Ang patted the iron lung casually, stretched his muscles, and walked straight to the door of the children's bedroom and opened the door.

Outside the door is a dark corridor with a bizarre structure, sometimes narrow, sometimes wide, sometimes rising, sometimes descending.

There is a suspended wooden door where it should be a window, and a translucent window where it should be a door.

"It's like tearing hundreds of houses apart and putting them back together."

Leon said silently in his heart, and instead of stepping into the hallway, he returned to the house, closed the door, and searched the children's bedroom without hurrying.

"Eh, why don't you go to your teammates?" Miss Chai asked softly.

"Yes, but not necessarily." Li Ang shook his head and replied, "I was on the stairs on the first floor just now, and I didn't do anything, and I was forcibly teleported here by the organ.

With my strength, I didn't even react to what happened just now.

I have reason to believe that several of my other teammates were probably subjected to the same teleportation treatment at the same time.

This kind of manor occupies too much space, and the structure of the houses is strange and bizarre, and now to find them scattered here and there will only be a waste of precious mission time.

You know, but there are eight abnormal organs that need to be addressed.

And even if you find it, it's in vain to find out the source of the teleportation effect. ”

Leon explained, picking up the Tactical Flashlight from his Tactical Belt and scanning the room.

Although his cat's eyes and low-light infrared night vision devices can play the role of night vision,

But a lot of color is missing from your vision, and it's not good if you miss something because of the lack of color.

With the assistance of Miss Chai's eight arms, Li Ang quickly searched the entire children's bedroom, but did not find any special items.

The books on the shelves are all English fairy tales, and judging by the time of printing, at the latest, they are not more than the end of the thirties of the last century.

"The owner of the room is supposed to be a little girl aged 7-10 years old with polio, this is not her master bedroom, but more like a small room for play and entertainment. Her parents were very kind to her and spent a lot of money to customize an iron lung for her. ”

"At that time, the price of an iron lung was as high as 2,000 US dollars, which was enough to buy an ordinary residential house in the twenties and thirties of the last century.

Combined with this rather expensive piano, it can be judged that the owner of the room has a wealthy family and should be one of the direct descendants of the owner of Williams Manor.

And her polio is not particularly serious, at least she can play the piano or something. ”

Most of the rooms have been searched, and the only places that haven't been looked at are...

Leon's eyes lit up, and he raised his flashlight and crawled back inside the iron lung.

Since it has been semi-sealed, the traces of rust inside the iron lung are not very serious,

After a careful search, Leon found a small note that had turned yellow and dried up in a corner of the front end of the cylinder.

He crawled out of the iron lung and placed the note under the light, which read:

"Alice, listen to Margaret, and hope you are always healthy and safe—love your mom and dad."

The moment he saw the note, Leon's eyes lit up, the stale floor under his feet was renewed, a ray of warm light shone in through the window, and the decayed room was revitalized.

A silver bell-like laugh rang out, and a phantom of a little blonde girl in a light dress fell out of the void, sat on the floor of a renovated room, scribbling on children's fairy tale books with a pen, and laughing happily as she scribbled.

And sitting next to her is an adult woman who looks a little like her.

"It's... A recreation of the past scene of the room? ”