Li Ang looked at the wooden ceiling and said calmly: "What's the situation?"

A few seconds ago, he was standing on the steps with Dong Fengpo, looking into the corridor on the second floor.

Suddenly, a piece of ceramic tiles on the ground under Li Ang's feet suddenly settled down. He subconsciously raised the triangular bone spear and tried to place the spear horizontally to block the falling momentum.

However, the falling speed was far beyond his imagination. Li Ang had no time to shout and fell into the dark space below the collapsed tiles.

Immediately, I saw myself flying and knocking open a wooden door, entering a bedroom, and stably and lightly into a huge and bulky cylindrical metal instrument.

The metal cylinder is 2.5 meters long, hollow inside, and the cavity diameter is nearly one meter enough to accommodate an adult male.

Below the metal cylinder is a bracket made of metal.

Li Ang's body was firmly trapped in the cylindrical instrument, with his neck and head exposed, and he was pillowed on a rusty metal plate extending from the front of the metal instrument.

It looks like lying in a cylindrical metal coffin.

If anyone else had to be at this time, he would have struggled in panic and at a loss to break free from this metal coffin.

However, Li Ang was completely unhappy. After finding that he was not in danger for the time being, he moved his body, changed to a more comfortable lying position, turned his neck, and called Miss Chai in his heart, "Chai Chai, what did you see just now?"

"As you saw, the ground was sunken, and you flew into the house."

Chai Cuiqiao paused for a moment, looked at the slowly closed wooden door in the corner of the room, and said, "The outside of this room is a corner of a transverse corridor that does not look like a corridor on the second floor.

This house has weirdness, abnormal gravity and abnormal spatial structure."

"Um."

Li Ang nodded, and his neck, which was pillowing on the metal plate, turned left and right, and glanced at the room, "Bookshelf, small desk, piano, cloth dolls, this was supposed to be a children's room before.

To be precise, it is the room of a child with polio.”

Chai Cuiqiao was stunned when she heard this, "Polio? How do you know?"

Li Ang did not answer, his hands trapped in the cylindrical metal instrument were fumbled back and forth in the hollow cavity of the metal cylinder, and soon found the valve device.

Li Ang twisted the valve, and slowly opened the front end of the cylinder that was restraining his neck from the right side, allowing Li Ang to slide into the cylinder, and wait until the door at the front end of the instrument was completely opened, then he crawled out of the inside.

After Li Ang stood firm on the floor, he patted a lot of dust stained with his body, knocked on the metal cylinder instrument with his knuckles, and said calmly, "This thing that looks a bit like a tea stir-frying machine, called "Iron Lung", is an instrument invented to save patients with polio.

Polio has existed since ancient times. Because the patient's muscles are weak and it is difficult to mobilize the respiratory muscles, the patient often dies due to dyspnea and respiratory failure.

In the 17th century, a British scientist proposed the idea of ​​promoting breathing by applying negative pressure externally based on the principle of respiratory movement.

Until the 1830s, a wave of designing negative pressure prototype respiratory muscles in the United States was launched, including an instrument called iron lung, which helped patients breathe by artificially creating a negative pressure environment.

In the 1940s and 1950s, iron lungs were spread all over the United States, maintaining the lifeline of thousands of polio patients.

However, with the emergence of the polio virus vaccine, polio has a truly effective treatment method, and the iron lung has withdrawn from the stage of history.”

Li Ang glanced at the surface of the instrument and said calmly: "If the background of this script mission is modern and modern earth, that era must have been around the 1920s and 1930s, or later."

"Well,"

Miss Chai widened her eyes, "Do you know this too?"

Li Ang paused, gently scraped his fingers through his iron lungs, and said calmly: "I used to have a friend who suffered from this disease. For this reason, I have learned about the relevant history of this type of disease."

Li Ang did not disclose the specific information of that friend, but Miss Chai was automatically in her brain and knew in her heart that Li Ang had come out of the orphanage.

She said a little embarrassedly, "Sorry."

"fine."

Li Ang casually patted Tie Lung, stretched his muscles and bones, walked straight to the door of the children's bedroom, and opened the door.

Outside the door is a dark corridor with a very strange structure. The corridor is sometimes narrow, sometimes spacious, sometimes rising and sometimes falling.

There was a hanging wooden door where it should be a window, and there was a translucent window where it should be a window.

"It's like breaking up hundreds of houses and putting them together again."

Li Ang said silently in his heart, instead of stepping into the corridor, he returned to the house, closed the door, and searched the children's bedroom without any haste.

"Hey, don't you go to find your teammates?" Miss Chai asked softly.

"Yes, but there is no need." Li Ang shook his head and replied, "I was on the stairs on the first floor and did nothing, so I was forced to teleport here by the agency.

With my strength, I didn't realize what happened just now.

I have reason to believe that several other teammates may have received the same teleportation treatment at the same time.

This kind of manor covers too much area and has a strange and bizarre structure. Now looking for them scattered everywhere will only waste valuable task time.

You should know that there are eight abnormal organs that need to be solved.

And even if you find it, it will be useless if you don’t find a way to find out the source of the teleportation effect.”

While explaining, Li Ang took the tactical bright flashlight from his tactical belt and scanned the entire room.

Although his cat's eyes and low-light infrared night vision instruments can play the role of night vision,

But there will be a lot of colors missing in your sight. It will be bad if you miss something because of the lack of colors.

With the assistance of Miss Chai's eight arms, Li Ang quickly searched the entire children's bedroom and found no special items.

The books on the bookshelf are all fairy tales in English. Judging from the printing time, the latest is no more than the late 1930s.

"The owner of the room should be a little girl aged 7-10, suffering from polio. This is not her master bedroom, but more like a small room for fun and entertainment. Her parents were very nice to her and spent a lot of money to customize an iron lung for her."

Li Ang said in a deep voice: "A iron lung was priced at that time, as high as US$2,000, and in the 1920s and 1930s, it was enough to buy an ordinary residential house.

Combined with this expensive piano, we can tell that the owner of the room has a wealthy family and should be one of the direct descendants of the owner of Williams Manor.

Moreover, her polio is not particularly serious, at least she can play the piano or something.”

Most of the rooms have been searched, the only place I haven't seen is

Li Ang’s eyes lit up, he held up the flashlight and crawled back into the iron lungs.

Since it has been in a semi-sealed state, the rust traces inside the iron lungs are not very serious.

After a careful search, Li Ang found a small yellow and dry note in a corner at the front of the cylinder.

He crawled out of his iron lungs and placed the note under the light, which read:

"Alice, listen to Margaret's words, and I hope you will always be healthy and love your parents safely."

The moment he saw the note, Li Ang’s eyes were blurred, the stale floor under his feet was completely renewed, a ray of warm light shone in from outside the window, and the decaying room regained its vitality.

A silver bell-like laughter sounded, and a little blond girl in a light skirt fell out of the void, sat on the floor of a brand new room, smearing on children's fairy tale books with a pen, graffiti and laughing happily.

And sitting next to her was an adult woman who was somewhat similar to her.
Chapter completed!