Since I grabbed the two yellow-skinned ones, the compass in my hand has not reacted, and it has honestly acted as a compass, without any waves.

"Boss, is this thing broken?" Holding a peachwood sword in his hand, Chubby scratched his head and asked.

"Can't it, what has been passed down for hundreds of years, how can it be said that it is bad?" As I spoke, I lifted the compass and put it down with a speechless face, and after changing a few directions, there was still no movement.

At this moment, the little ghost who was running around with us suddenly stood upstairs and shouted, "Boss Fox! Come and check it out! There's a room on the roof of this building! ”

As soon as he said this, I hurriedly ran over and walked up the stairs, and found that near the toilet on the top floor, there was really a very secret small ladder, and the ladder went up, leading to a very low room, which is what we usually call a pitched roof, which is a small space sandwiched between the wooden beams and the herringbone roof, which is roughly larger than the dormitory for four people I lived in when I was in college, but, because of the roof, it looks very low and depressing. A wooden door that could only accommodate one person was inlaid on it, red, lacquered, with a thick layer of dust and a lot of cobweb-like things, and it looked like it hadn't been touched for years.

"Can there be people living here?" Frowning slightly, the little fat who looked up on the ladder asked me, in his opinion, if this place is a monkey or something, it is okay, if you really live in people, then, this person may not be angry in his life.

He was not wrong, from the bottom of my heart, I was as suspicious as him, because, this villa is not big, it is not small, and there are more than a dozen large and small rooms combined, how can there be no place for people to live, and let people run to this ceiling to nest?

Thinking to myself, I climbed up a few times, reached out and pulled the door open like a sliding door, and in an instant, I felt a very choking musty smell spray out of it, I didn't expect this, I was choked and coughed at that time, and when I covered my nose with my sleeve and looked over again, I found that there was a lot of stuffed in there.

Facing me was an old-fashioned cardboard box, the kind of cardboard packaging used to hold rice cookers, and there were a lot of stuffed inside, all of which were old things that were easy to accumulate in life.

At the back of the cardboard box, there was a woman's dress, which was full of folds and clumped. Behind the clothes, there was also a quilt-like thing.

It was supposed to be cotton, with an old-fashioned dull pattern on it, and because of the passage of time and the fact that there were signs of water leakage on the roof, the quilt was damp, and a large amount of blue-black mold grew on it, mottled. From my point of view, it feels like a pie with leek filling that has not been touched for two months, and the thick musty smell comes from it eight to nine times out of ten.

"Boss, what's inside?" Because the ladder could only be climbed by one person, Chubby asked me below.

"There are a lot, there are quilts, clothes, broken boxes, a lot of old books, some shoes and socks or something, this is not a room, it looks like a storage room, for piling up garbage." As I spoke, I coughed twice and slipped into the room.

At this time, although it is daytime, but, my backpack is prepared for flashlight all year round, I took the flashlight out of the shoulder bag and took a photo, there is nothing abnormal around, probably because it has not been charged for a long time, the voltage of this thing is a little unstable, as soon as I turn it on, I feel that the flashlight is crackling and flashing, put it in the palm of my hand and knock it a few times, the beam of the flashlight tends to stabilize.

Maybe it's because I can always encounter some strange things, when I got into this room, I instinctively became suspicious, and when I reached out to pull the quilt open, to be honest, I was prepared to have a head out of it, but, to my surprise, after lifting the quilt that was a little sticky, I didn't find anything special, and behind the quilt, there were all kinds of miscellaneous items.

"Boss, do you see anything amazing?" Listening to the creaking of the ladder, I knew that Chubby had climbed up with him, and I rummaged through the things around me, looked up at the roof, and said to him while checking if there was any danger here: "Don't come up, there's nothing here, it's all rubbish." ”

"What? It's all garbage," Chubby said, poking his head out of the doorway, and as he spoke, the thing had climbed up.

"I told you, it's all rubbish, what are you doing up here? You look at the place, it's all dusty, and you have to wash your own clothes when they get dirty. As I spoke, I flipped through it again, and as before, I found nothing useful, and as soon as I turned around, the old newspapers and old-fashioned magazines in cardboard boxes that had been set aside caught my attention.

It was really an old magazine, and unlike today's glue-nailed magazines, the cover of the magazine at that time was not the shiny coated paper that is common now, but the kind of crumpled paper that was very rough.

Because of the long years, this magazine, from the inside to the outside, all the pages are yellow, said to be burnt yellow, are all praise it, because this color, close to the earth color, not even yellow, take out a copy in my hand, I very casually flipped it, this folding effort, the crumpled paper can not withstand the pressure and breaks, a lot of paper residue from the pages of the magazine slipped to the ground, so scary.

"What age is this?" Looking at this side dumbfounded, Chubby asked me.

"Who knows, it will take more than ten years to say the least, and this place is too humid, otherwise, it may be better." As I spoke, I rummaged through the box again, and this time, I found an old-fashioned photo album, the cover of the album was red soft plastic, in the past, the kind of notebook that the staff of the cultural station took was like this, in the album, there were a lot of soft and transparent plastic, and the photos were inserted from the top of the plastic, and when I looked at it, it was like turning a book.

I also have such things in my old house, and occasionally my father will turn them out and miss them, so when I see such things, I don't feel strange.