It was only then that I realized that the enclosure where the bronze tripod was just now was probably at the top of the enclosure. Directly below every house around the enclosure, there were countless floors of houses.
Each vertical column is a family. The houses on each floor are an integral part of the family, so as I walked along the way, I encountered rooms with different functions such as the nave, children's room, bedroom, wine cellar, etc.
, and this staircase is a link connecting all these rooms.
In other words, the structure of what the tribesmen in this enclosed building call their home is a three-dimensional row, which is different from the fact that all of our functional rooms are on the same plane now.
After understanding the structure of this building, I don't seem to be so afraid of these houses that will appear after walking a certain distance. I just treat it as a visit to an old house. But this one in front of me, I don't know.
What function does it have.
I was so anxious to escape just now that I even forgot to take the candlestick on the table, but now I have returned to the state of using my hands to guide my eyes.
Although people can see the general outline of the object in front of them, when their eyes cannot guide them, they will unconsciously use their hands.
I groped my way to the carved wooden door, raised my hands, and gently pushed the door open.
Instantly, a burst of fresh orchid fragrance hit my face. This burst of orchid fragrance made me, who was already extremely thirsty, unconsciously secrete a burst of sweet saliva in my mouth. It was probably because the floral fragrance stimulated some nerve in the brain.
Bar.
The saliva secreted at this moment made me feel like I had taken a sip of sweet spring. The sleepy cells in my body became more energetic after receiving this little moisture, so I felt like I was already swollen.
My brain, which was so tired, suddenly became clear again.
I raised my calves, stepped over the slightly high threshold, and walked in.
The furniture in the room is very simple. There are a row of bookshelves against the walls on both sides, and a huge desk in the middle. The inkstone and pen holder on the desk are particularly conspicuous. Such furnishings make people think of this at once.
A study room.
I secretly thought to myself: Maybe I can find some information about this enclosure and even the fish-faced man in this study. It’s a pity that I forgot to bring out the candlestick just now. There is no lighting now. With this alone
With my eyes, which I thought were pretty good, I really couldn't see anything.
However, there is always a way. Just when I bent down to take a close look at something on the desk, I actually found a lamp on the corner of the desk. I don’t know if it was an oil lamp or a candle. This house looked nice.
,So, the master should use candles in his study room.
I want to bet that although it still takes a certain amount of courage to put your hand into the lampshade in this dark study room, there is no other choice.
I cheered myself up, and then put my right hand into the lampshade. It turned out that I was lucky, because I took out a small piece of candle from it, which was also white, but very short, and probably still
Less than five centimeters.
However, even this short candle is extremely precious in this dark enclosure. I took out the sulfur cedar wood on my body and rubbed it on the ground a few times, but...
I found the candle, but the sulfur cedar wood came into contact with me again. I wonder if it was because it had burned once before. This time, no matter how much I rubbed it, it was indifferent and there was no flame at all.
I became anxious all of a sudden. The more the sulfur on the fir tree was rubbed, the less it was. If I kept doing this, I would definitely be left with only a bare fir tree in my hand.
I was so anxious that my palms became sweaty. The sulfur cedar wood was slippery in my sweaty hands, and I couldn't use it at all.
After the tossing and tossing of the diving suit just now, it is basically difficult to find a complete piece of cloth. The skin and flesh that emerged from the torn holes in the diving suit are almost worn out.
The wound was soaked in sweat, it was spicy and painful, and it felt so uncomfortable that it felt like he was being tortured by being cut into pieces with a thousand cuts.
I was already feeling extremely uncomfortable, and the sulfur cedar was always against me. My temper was instantly aroused, and I even had the urge to throw away the sulfur cedar.
However, in this environment, there is no essential difference between being restless and seeking death. I suppressed the fire that was already burning in my chest, and then kept telling myself: Calm down, calm down, calm down.
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Let's try one last time. If it doesn't work, give up. Anyway, I've been walking in this enclosed building in the dark for so long. If the candle can be lit, it's a timely help. If it can't be lit, it doesn't matter. Just treat it as a ghost.
Let's make some arrangements in the dark.
I comforted myself, and then swiped the sulfur cedar in my hand hard. When I heard the "sizzling" sound, I almost jumped for joy.
Success!
The light of the candle suddenly filled the whole room, and along with the light was a refreshing fragrance of orchids.
It turns out that the orchid fragrance in the room just now was emitted by this candle. Could it be a scented candle? Were the people in this enclosed building so fashionable thousands of years ago?
However, I immediately discovered a problem. The candle has to be lit for the fragrance to come out. When I just pushed the door in, the candle was extinguished. So, where did that faint orchid fragrance come from?
Woolen cloth?
Or should I say that the candle was extinguished just before I pushed the door open?
My chest was pounding, and I was still wondering whether these fragrances were poisonous, and whether smelling them too much would cause hallucinations. After all, I was frightened at the bottom of Poyang Lake.
However, I couldn't think too much at this time. I lowered my head and made sure there were no fingerprints on the candlestick, then I picked up the candlestick and scanned the whole room with my eyes.
The furnishings in the room are basically the same as the outlines I just saw in the dark, except that instead of books, there are scrolls on the bookshelf.
There was an unfinished painting on the desk. I placed the candlestick on the table, then walked around the desk and walked to the back of the desk so that I could see the painting on the rice paper head-on.
In modern terms, this is a family portrait. It depicts a family of five, a young woman, and three lovely children, two boys and one girl. However, the portrait of the father only has his head completed.
I stared at the faces of my father and the two boys in the family photo, and I couldn't help but get pimples on my hands - they were both fish-faced people.
Could it be that the fish-faced gene is also passed on to males but not to females?
I looked down the drawing paper. At the bottom of the portrait, there was a line of small words. There was no surprise. It was also the kind of text that integrated pictures and text.
I didn't see any useful information on the family portrait, so I couldn't help but turn my attention to the surrounding bookshelves. I wonder if I can find anything in those scroll paintings.
I picked up the candlestick on the desk, and the candlelight flickered. I hurriedly protected the candlelight with my palms, fearing that another gust of wind would come in and blow out the only source of light.
After carefully moving about ten steps, I stood in front of the bookshelf on the right.
Every shelf on the bookshelf is filled with scroll paintings. I really don’t know where to start, so just pick out a scroll.
I just stretched out my hand to pull out the scroll on the bookshelf. For some reason, the candlestick in my other hand slipped and fell directly onto the scroll.
I don't know if these scrolls were particularly dry because of their age or something else, but as soon as they touched the kneaded dough, they all started to burn, and the fire spread very quickly.
I was frightened by the scene in front of me and hurriedly took several steps back until my back hit the bookshelf on the other side of the room and knocked the bookshelf down.
The scroll paintings on the knocked down bookshelf were scattered all over the floor, and the flames from the other side were quickly attracted. I felt that the fire was about to be uncontrollable, so I rushed out of the sea of fire as quickly as possible.