Li Ze immediately turned the doorknob, and the door to the seventh room opened with a creak.
The fire man's light illuminates the entire room. Because there is no light, the light at this time is more like an outsider.
They had hoped to see another exotic palace, and everyone was looking forward to which country it would be in. Ancient Egypt? Ancient Babylon? But the room behind the seventh door was almost empty.
There is no smoke, no spices, no statues, no carpets, no sun and beach, no bar decoys, nothing. It is so simple that it is almost as simple as a utility room that has been emptied by thieves. There is only a clothes rail in the center.
A skirt that is held up like a crenolin skirt, with huge whale bones supporting the skirt, like a lampshade.
But it was a long black velvet dress embroidered with gold lilies, with an Elizabethan lace collar standing upright on the shoulders, and an open chest. You can imagine the round pearl necklaces on the milky white skin. The corset underneath was also studded with large and small pearls.
Small pearls cluster in the center. The black fabric is covered with onyx wrapped with gold threads. The repeated decoration should be the dress of a certain noble lady.
Everyone was disappointed.
However, Li Ze seemed to be able to see through the original owner of this dress, and some fragmented memories suddenly emerged in his head: "What is that?"
"Skirts, European aristocratic women before the Victorian period... No, it should be said that the fashion style of all women, specifically where it became popular, seems to be Paris, because Paris at that time was the center of world fashion. Modern
The high-heeled shoes that women are keen on were only worn by men in Paris in the past." Cyril said.
"Of course I know it's a skirt." Li Ze was annoyed, "I can even tell that women wear this kind of clothes for parties, and they have to tighten their waists for beauty."
"Third brother, if you want to ask, please ask the question thoroughly. I can't guess the riddle you asked." Cyril said.
"The relationship between you and Cyril has not reached the level that I have with my father." Huck continued.
Li Ze was stabbed in the heart: "Okay, it's my fault. I want to ask what is the use of putting a skirt in this room?"
Looking at each other.
"If you can know the year of production of this skirt, you should be able to know when it happened."
"If you know the owner of this skirt, wouldn't you also know when it happened?"
"You mean you still want to find DNA from it?"
"As long as I can find a hair."
"Boss, what's the use of finding hair? Can you detect the identity of the owner from one or two hundred years ago?"
Everyone looked surprised.
To be honest, they really don't know what to do. These matters should be left to researchers, not to their group of dedicated war fighters.
"Can you see the dust on it?" Cyril asked.
Li Ze is the closest, so he has the most say: "I can't tell, but it should be purely artificial textile material. It should be a long time ago, but this style should be worn by a young girl."
"Of course I can tell that it is worn by a young girl. Could it be that it is worn by an old lady?" Cyril said solemnly, "The purely artificial fabric should be made before the Victorian period, so based on the period in which it appeared, this skirt
Probably between four hundred and one hundred years old."
"I didn't expect the boss to understand this." Li Ze looked surprised.
"I am the VIP seat of Victoria's Secret." Cyril is quite proud.
"Boss, I want it too."
"We'll wait until we get out alive." Cyril said, "What appears in this room is a dress, while what appears in the first few doors are scenes. Could it be the places where the owner here has been, and her favorite clothes?" "You mean this corridor is her memory recording room?" Huck asked.
"Absolutely. There are people who love collecting, and among those who collect, there are those who like to collect memories about themselves. Some memories are more special, such as going with your favorite person, or your favorite scenery, and then using special abilities
, sealed them here. Just like the Museum of Broken Love, this is like a museum, a memory exclusive to her." Cyril said, "We stepped into her museum."
Li Ze scratched his head: "Boss, are there other reasons?"
"For example?" Cyril asked.
"Look, the first three rooms are obviously completely different from the last three rooms. One is modern and the other is from ancient culture, which have different meanings." Li Ze said softly.
"Have you guessed the meaning?" Cyril was overjoyed.
"No, no, boss, I'm not that smart. I'm just talking about things." Li Ze waved his hand, "One is modern, one is ancient, one is tourism culture, one is civilized culture, and then add a dress that symbolizes women's fashion in that period...
...Could it be to commemorate the owner of this skirt? The former owner is still alive, and the latter is their memory, and the skirt is the last memory?"
"Your thinking is really divergent." Cyril applauded, "It's a pity that you don't draw Naruto."
"Hey, boss, are you a Naruto fan?"
"I'm a Kakashi fan." Cyril walked into the room, "I said I must have seen it right, there is indeed something else."
Li Ze was stunned, staring at the place where Cyril was pointing at the muzzle of his gun... Behind the skirt, there was a stone tablet with a cross and a few lines of words carved on it.
It seems that this is really for commemoration.
The scene that flashed through my mind earlier showed the scene of a lady’s head falling to the ground.
After testing whether there was any mechanism, Cyril motioned for everyone to enter.
"Damn, French." Cyril patted the dust on the stone tablet. The words engraved on it gave him a headache, "It would be great if Sylford was here."
"That...Commissioner, I can speak French." A team member behind him raised his hand.
"Oh, come on, come on, I leave it to you." Cyril gave up his position instantly.
The team member blew on the stone tablet. Due to the serious erosion, some words could no longer be seen clearly. However, relying on the meaning of the sentence, he could barely read the meaning: "In memory of my cherished girl, Mary."
"Mary?" Li Ze suddenly became a little nervous, "Mary I?"
"Who is Mary I?" Cyril asked. He hated history the most.
"The first queen in British history."
"Just Mary?"
"Uh, almost." Li Ze took a deep breath, "If this queen means 'Bloody Mary,' the boss should know it."
"You mean that supernatural game?" Cyril frowned.
"Yes, I don't know if there is a relationship, but the Internet seems to connect Bloody Mary with Mary I." Li Ze said.
"'Precious girl', is the queen's husband?" Cyril asked.
"Maybe a lover."
"Well, it's not impossible."
"By the way, don't think that this is England, and think of Mary's name in British history!" Huck reminded, "In the history of the world, there are many famous women named Mary."
"So..." Li Ze suddenly realized.
"What?"
"Since it's in French, then Mary in French history..." Li Ze was silent for a few seconds, "Marie Antoinette?"