"It's been a long time since I've been holding it back here, it's very deserted. Please don't see you." The nun's voice sounded in the silence, with an indescribable sense of loneliness.

Song Chi-hyun was surprised by the nun's words. When he walked into this room, he felt that the breath in this room made him feel very familiar. Moreover, it was not as the nun said, it had not been inhabited for a long time. He always felt that the breath in this room was particularly vivid, as if someone had lived here forever.

Song Chixian didn't want to worry about these details with the old nun. He didn't say anything, but just sat on a rattan chair according to the nun's instructions.

The nun was walking back and forth in the room with a candle. She seemed to be looking for something, and seemed a little anxious. Then, she put the candle on the table, took out a pair of glasses from her top pocket, and then she began to rummage the boxes and cabinets again.

Song Chixian and others were a little impatient. He was worried that Ye Minglang would be anxious to find him when he saw that he was not there. He was afraid that the short separation between the two would make the girl anxious.

Just as he was thinking this, he heard the nun shouting: "Finish it!"

The nun found something. In the darkness, Song Chixian could not see the thing clearly, so he simply came to the nun.

I saw that the nun was holding a wooden box, which was the same as the one I just gave to Ye Minglang, except that there was a small lock hanging on the box.

This small lock looks old-fashioned, but when he looked carefully, he found out that the small lock style had been seen.

In the early years of A City, all electronic confidentiality equipment had not become popular. At that time, in order to protect their property, the upper class would find the most powerful locksmith in A City to create an iron lock that can only be opened by their own family. The shape of these iron locks is very ordinary, but it is the most difficult to open, and the price of building iron locks is also very expensive.

At that time, this kind of iron lock was very popular among the upper class, but when electronic confidentiality facilities appeared, people rarely used this kind of iron lock, but instead regarded it as a decoration, which was a symbol of the status of the highest-level people in the upper class.

It seems that the owner of this wooden box has an extremely unusual background.

Song Chixian made such a conclusion.

The nun put the wooden box on the small table, she put the candle aside, wiped away the dust from the wooden box with a clean rag, and then she handed the wooden box to Song Chixian.

"I don't have the key to this iron lock," said the nun, "but I know that with your power, you can certainly unravel the secrets."

Song Chixian was still in the dark. He nodded at the nun and was about to reach out to retrieve the wooden box from the nun's hand, but the nun immediately moved the wooden box back.

The nun continued, "Mr. Song, this is the last time I reminded you. I want to say that this is a gift from Maria to you..." Her words hung in the air like a huge rock. Song Chixian could clearly see the worried look on the nun's face. For some reason, he felt that the nun's choice was very reluctant, but she had to do so.

The nun continued, "I can't explain more to you, but please listen to me and don't open it so quickly..."
Chapter completed!