When Jia Huan walked outside the door, she realized that it was not an exit but a corridor.

Looking at the upward staircase, which was about two meters wide, Jia Huan sighed secretly.

She didn't know whether she should move forward. After all, she had made a mistake and was being punished. If she left the darkroom rashly, she might be punished even more severely.

While hesitating, the door behind him suddenly closed automatically, with a bang that startled Jia Huan.

Jia Huan turned around and stared at the closed door in confusion. It seemed that she had reached the point where she had no choice. Thinking of this, Jia Huan simply gritted her teeth and stepped onto the endless wooden stairs...

The depths of the corridor are dark and black, and the light seems to be sensitive. Every time the family takes a step forward, the copper wall lamp on the wall will light up immediately.

Jia Huan caressed the huge stone wall, which was so smooth and cold. When she looked back, she saw a black hole behind her. It turned out that the light was stingy and only surrounded her.

After walking about thirty steps, the first turning corner appeared in the corridor. Jia Huan raised his head and looked up, and saw a portrait of a character in front of him.

The painting shows a middle-aged Western man wearing a black robe. He has a strange-shaped accessory like a pocket watch hanging around his neck. He has dark brown curly hair and wears a crown studded with gems. He holds it in his left hand.

A book, and in his right hand he holds an exquisite ebony scepter with a huge cobra coiled around it.

Not only is the painting style delicate and noble, but the entire frame is also simple and exquisite. When Jia Huan came closer to the corner of the portrait, he saw a small row of inconspicuous English characters "leonardodivinci" there.

"Leonardo da Vinci?!" Jia Huan opened her eyes in disbelief and took a step back to look at the portrait carefully.

Judging from the painting style and use of colors, it does look more like Leonardo da Vinci's handwriting, but I am almost certain that there is absolutely no such painting among Leonardo da Vinci's works circulating in the world. If this is an authentic work, I am afraid it will be

It shocked the entire painting and collecting circles, and the entire Sherlock Castle was not worth the value of this painting.

But how could such a painting hang in this cold and dark corridor without seeing the light of day? Look at the man in the painting again, with a solemn expression and bright eyes that shine with confidence and wisdom. Although he is not dressed as a royal noble, he has

The majesty that cannot be concealed.

Jia Huan frowned, tried her best to suppress the hesitation and confusion in her heart and continued to move up the stairs. No matter who the person in the painting was or whose masterpiece it was, it didn't matter now. At this moment, she just

I want to escape from here as soon as possible, find Thomas, confess to him, plead for mercy, and hope that he can forgive Spinning.

In Jia Huan's heart, nothing can compare to Si Bai Ning's safety being more important!

This section of the road almost spirals upward, and every once in a while a portrait of a character will appear on the wall. Except for the changes in the characters' faces, the ornaments on their chests, crowns and scepters are exactly the same.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Jia Huan's breathing gradually became heavier. She held her waist and stood under the portrait, swallowing air. This was the thirteenth portrait, which meant that she had turned around in the spiral staircase of the corridor at least thirteen times.

Glancing at the person in the painting inadvertently, Jia Huan suddenly stood there dumbfounded and motionless.

She stared at the familiar face with her mouth wide open, looking in disbelief at the person who pampered her endlessly from the first moment she saw him.

Thomas! How could it be Thomas?!

With the same solemn expression, the same self-confidence, eyes shining with the light of wisdom. The strong and straight bridge of the nose and the slightly curly golden hair, this is clearly his adoptive father Thomas.

However, the family has never seen Thomas wearing this weird outfit, so how could Thomas be dressed like those people?

Jia Huan's chest was beating wildly. Under the dim light, she had no time to distinguish the secrets of these similar portraits, so she could only move forward past the portraits with confusion and panic.

After a while, a beautifully carved bronze metal gate blocked the family's way. Could this be the end of the corridor?

A strong sense of loss swept over him. Where is the way out? This is obviously a dead end! Jia Huan was depressed and on the verge of crying. He beat the door desperately. The heavy metal did not make any sound under Jia Huan's beating.

The winding and mysterious patterns covering the surface of the door made Jia Huan's palms ache.

Jia Huan's body softened, and she leaned against the door and sat on the cold floor. It was as if everything had returned to its original point, back to the moment when she was overwhelmed and helpless.

The photos on the phone screen were not made by her. No matter how ecstatic Jia Huan was over the photos, she would not be stupid enough to save the photos into her phone as a screen saver.

There is only one person who has access to the mobile phone and has seen that photo! It was she who harmed Si Baining and herself!

He regards her as a friend, but she actually shoots secret arrows at him!

Thinking of this, Jia Huan clenched her teeth involuntarily, and the uncontrollable disgust made Jia Huan gag.

If I hadn't inadvertently figured out the code, I'd be still in the darkroom now, and even if I didn't freeze to death, I would have been driven crazy by the whimpering. From this point of view, the door that opened at the back should be a

A secret voice-activated door, and the password is the key to open the door.

Yes! That must be the case! Then——
Chapter completed!