There is no door in this room!

My first instinct was to walk over to the wall where the coffin's head was facing, after all, the doors that had appeared in all the rooms before were there. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The superposition of the phenomenon of info even formed a certain consciousness in my mind.

The walls were still cold concrete, and in the dim light, the lifeless things were exaggerated to the point of being daunting.

I groped back and forth with my hands from the bottom up, but apart from the texture of the cement, there was nothing else that made up of anything.

This fact made me powerless for a while.

I then pulled back against the adjacent wall, continuing my previous steps.

On the contrary, at this time, the determination to escape made me calm down.

At first, I used my hands, but eventually, because of the long friction time, my hands hurt a little, so I switched to a short knife.

Not to mention, with this knife in hand, things are much more convenient to sit up.

I slid from left to right almost one by one. The tip of the knife rattles against the hard cement slab, creating a stark contrast to the empty basement.

I scratched the remaining two walls one after another, but the scratches on the walls of different shades reminded me that the walls were fixed.

Until now, a sense of powerlessness drove me to lean against the wall, and my mind began to think about the loss of the fall.

One foot in the air, then quickly smashed down.

I jerked into the ceiling and saw that it was three meters above the ground. As I fell, I felt two sharp pains in my consciousness, and it seemed that I must have landed on the coffin before smashing it to the floor again.

If it weren't for this cushion, maybe I would have been injured by this point.

Combined with the location where I just fell, it was on the floor a little next to the tail of the coffin. In this case, the passage of the ceiling should be above the tail of the coffin.

I hurriedly climbed onto the coffin, jumping upwards and even pushing my right hand to the top. But because the ceiling was smooth and focusless, every time, I almost touched the wall with my fingertips, but I couldn't press any pressure on the space above.

This sad phenomenon persisted a few times, and I began to get discouraged.

I opened my backpack and found that all the tools were not suitable for this problem. After a period of frustration, I even began to block my thinking, and people couldn't help but become decadent.

If you can't get out of the ceiling and stay here, something will happen sooner or later.

Because of the critical situation, I didn't have time to pay attention to the rest of the room after coming down. Now it seems that there are many "unreasonable" things in this house.

The first is the coffin. The previous coffins were all black coffins, but this one, although it is also black, is much smaller. I also noticed a particular problem, the coffin actually had a base.

The so-called base is actually a layer of cement slabs about the width of bricks, and the previous coffins were placed directly under the floor.

I wondered if there might be something wrong with the coffin, so I took out the dick and began to move towards the gap between the lid and the coffin.

When the lid of the coffin was lifted, I was really surprised by what happened inside.

It was an empty coffin.

This can't help but surprise me, why would it be nailed to death with coffin nails even if it was an empty coffin?

As we all know, in some places in the countryside, some elderly people will prepare their own coffins in advance. This is to prevent sudden death and it is too late to prepare, and secondly, it can be regarded as a troublesome thing for future generations.

Usually in this case, the coffin is directly covered with the coffin lid, and it is not said that the coffin nail is used to nail it.

So the coffin in front of him looks very suspicious.

I sneered, and immediately shone the wolf's eyes inside the coffin, and couldn't help but secretly say in my heart: There is no silver here.

But when I saw the two lines of green hieroglyphs on the inner wall of the coffin, my heart still trembled.

If the shadow is not lying, then this line is a record of the life of the tomb owner, but what about the tomb owner? Could it be that it disappeared out of thin air after being buried?

That's weird.

I subconsciously touched the coffin board underneath, and when an abnormal bulge was transmitted from the palm of my hand to my brain, the whole person instantly gained strength.

I slowly picked it up with a short knife in the raised circle, and in a few moments, the shape of the coffin board was revealed.

When the short knife plunged deep into the raised edge, it pierced through in an instant.

I had a lot of drama in my heart, so I was busy working harder, and after a while, I picked up the whole coffin board.

As the gap shone downward, a cement staircase suddenly appeared.

I hurriedly picked up the coffin board next to me, and then with both hands, the whole person jumped into the coffin. Immediately after jumping down, the person pounced, and instantly jumped down.

Because he couldn't control his body when he jumped, his foot suddenly rolled up. When he stopped, there were bursts of bitter pain in his knees and arms from time to time.

After composing myself, I instinctively looked around, and found that there was a wall at the top of the staircase, but at the bottom there was a wooden door.

I leaned against the wall and went down to the wooden door, and when I found a lock on it, I took out my mace and slammed it on.

When the door was opened, a musty smell instantly hit my nose, and what I saw in front of me shocked me.

This is actually a study.

The room was about twenty square meters in size, and the walls were lined with brown bookcases with glass doors. From a distance, you can see a layer of dust on the glass door, and through the blurred glass surface, you can see rows of books neatly placed inside.

In the middle of the study, there are two wooden desks, and in front of each table, there is a wooden chair.

I approached the bookshelf to the left of the door frame and found that there were all kinds of books in the bookcase, which could be said to be related to various fields. However, the owner of the study seems to be very casual, and the books are not arranged in different categories.

I walked around and stumbled upon two finger prints on the handle of the glass door in the bookshelf on the right, near the door frame.

Apparently, someone opened the glass door not long ago.

I instinctively looked inside, and after a glance around, I finally noticed something unusual.

On a book with a red spine, two words were written with a ballpoint pen.

I hurriedly took out the book and stared at the word for a long time before finally suspecting that it was the word "autumn water".

This discovery made me excited, and I hurriedly took out the book, and after reading it for a while, I couldn't help but be confused, and the dense text inside was all written in ballpoint pen in Qiu's script, and I couldn't understand it at all.

Crucially, these texts are all written on top of the original book, like annotations.

I couldn't help but wonder, is this person so poor that he can't afford a notebook? (To be continued.) )