Ever since I caught those two sallow-looking guys, the compass in my hand has stopped responding. It has been functioning as a compass without any disturbance.
"Boss, is this thing broken?" Xiaopang asked me, scratching his head with the mahogany sword in his hand.
"No way... How can something that has been passed down for hundreds of years be said to be bad?" I said, holding the compass up and down with a speechless expression. After changing several directions, there was still no result.
A little movement.
At this moment, the kid who was following us around suddenly stood upstairs and shouted: "Boss Fox! Come and take a look! There is a room on the top of this building!"
After he said that, I hurried over and walked up the stairs. I found that there was a very secret small ladder near the toilet on the top floor. The ladder led up to a very low small room.
, that is what we usually call a pitched roof, which is a small space sandwiched between wooden beams and a herringbone roof. Approximately, it is larger than mine.
The dormitory where four people lived when I was studying was larger, but because of the roof, it looked very low and depressing. A wooden door that could only accommodate one person was inlaid on it. It was red and painted.
There was thick dust and a lot of cobweb-like things on it. It looked like it hadn't been touched by anyone in at least a few years.
"Can people live here?" Xiaopang, who frowned slightly and looked up on the ladder, asked me. In his opinion, it would be okay to raise a monkey or something in this place. If people really lived in this place, then this person's life would be uncertain.
Too angry.
What he thought was correct. From the bottom of my heart, I was as suspicious as him, because this villa is not big or small, and there are more than a dozen large and small rooms in total.
Why can't you find a place for people to live, and why do you want people to hide on the ceiling?
Thinking in my mind, I climbed up a few times and stretched out my hand to open the sliding door. In an instant, I felt an extremely pungent musty smell spurting out from inside. I didn't expect it.
When I arrived at the meeting, I was choked and coughed. When I covered my nose with my sleeves and looked over again, I found that there were a lot of things stuffed here and there.
Facing me is an old-fashioned cardboard box, the kind of cardboard outer packaging used to hold rice cookers. There are a lot of things stuffed in it, all of which are easily accumulated in life.
Old stuff.
Behind the carton, there is a woman's clothes, which are full of wrinkles and balled up. Behind the clothes, there is something like a quilt.
That thing should be made of cotton, with old-fashioned dull patterns on it. Because of the time and the fact that the roof had leaks, the quilt became damp and a lot of blue-black mold grew on it.
It's mottled. Looking at it from my angle, it feels like a pie with leek filling that hasn't been touched for two months. That thick musty smell probably comes from here.
It came from above.
"Boss, what's in there?" Because the ladder can only accommodate one person, Xiaopang asked me from below.
"There are a lot of quilts, clothes, broken boxes, a lot of old books, and some shoes and socks. This is not a room. It looks like a storage room for stacking garbage." I said, coughing twice.
He called up and ducked into the room.
Although it was daytime at this time, I had always prepared a flashlight in my backpack. I took the flashlight out of my bag and took a photo. There was nothing unusual around me. Maybe it was because it had not been charged for a long time.
The voltage of the gadget was a bit unstable. As soon as I turned it on, I felt the flashlight crackling and flashing. I put it in the palm of my hand and tapped it a few times before the flashlight beam stabilized.
Maybe it's because I always encounter some strange things. When I got into this small room, I instinctively became suspicious. When I stretched out my hand to lift the quilt, to be honest, I did enough to have a head inside.
The windlass came out and was prepared, but what surprised me was that after I opened the quilt that was a little sticky, I didn't find anything special. There were also various debris behind the quilt.
"Boss, have you seen anything special?" When I heard the creaking sound of the ladder, I knew that the little fat man had climbed up too. I looked around and looked up at the roof while checking here.
Is there any danger? She said to him: "You'd better not come up here. There is nothing here, it's all garbage."
"What? It's all rubbish..." Xiaopang said and stuck his head out of the door. As he spoke, this guy had already climbed up.
"I told you, it's all garbage, why are you here? Look at the place, it's full of dust. If your clothes are dirty, you have to wash them yourself." I said, rummaging through it again, and found the same thing as before.
Again, I didn't find anything useful. When I turned around, the old newspapers and old-fashioned magazines placed in cardboard boxes caught my attention.
It was a really old magazine. Different from the plastic-studded magazines now, the cover of the magazine at that time was not the shiny coated paper that is common today, but the kind of wrinkled paper with rough texture.
Because of its age, all the pages of this magazine are yellow from the inside to the outside. To say it is burnt brown is to praise it, because this color is close to earth color, not even yellow. Take it out
I had a copy in my hand, and I flipped through it casually. During the folding process, the crumpled paper could not withstand the pressure and broke. Many paper residues fell from the pages of the magazine to the ground, which was really scary.
"What era are these things from?" Xiaopang asked me as he stared at me dumbfounded.
"Who knows, it will be more than ten years at least. This place is also too humid. Otherwise, it might be better." I said, rummaging through the box again, and this time, I found it again.
I found an old-fashioned photo album. The cover of the photo album is made of red soft plastic. In the past, the notebooks used by the staff at cultural stations were like this. Inside the photo album, there are many soft transparent plastics and photos.
It is inserted from the top of the plastic, and when you flip through it, it is like flipping through a book.
I also have such things in my old house at home, and occasionally my father will dig them out to remember them, so when I see something like this, I don't feel unfamiliar.