Kuaiwen: I earn a pension by breaking through the game

Chapter 180 Escape from the Horror Game (24)

The wall of the bell tower is covered with green traces of life, with moss and ivy intertwining to form a vivid natural picture.

The moss shows a deep black color in the humid environment, while the ivy spreads on the stone wall like silk hair with its vigorous vitality, giving this ancient bell tower a gloomy and mysterious beauty.

The windows of the clock tower are like blind eyes, hollow and deep. Peering inside through them, you can see dust and cobwebs intertwined into a desolate scene.

There is a clock standing on the top, telling the flow of time, and below is an independent space. The sunlight shines mottled through the windows, forming a flowing light.

Inside the ancient bell tower, the stairs are like a winding snake, leading to unknown territory. Jiang Qiucheng walked on the empty corridor, his footsteps echoing in the silent space, crisp and lonely. She circled the base of the bell tower and carefully observed the surrounding walls and windows, but found nothing unusual.

Then she turned her gaze to the dark and winding stairs, guessing that the secret might be at the top. The masonry on the wall was mottled and the railings were rusty. Jiang Qiucheng approached the stairs, tentatively stretched out his feet and stepped on them twice. The stairs creaked under his feet.

It's quite strong and won't break if stepped on.

After a rough estimate, he turned around and took out the folding hiking stick from his bag, and slowly tested it step by step. After making sure that there was no problem, he moved closer. But even so, it couldn't stop the stairs from groaning in pain. Jiang Qiucheng was a little worried about the sturdiness of the stairs, so he stepped lighter.

The stairs were dim and steep. Jiang Qiucheng was afraid of falling and kept groping forward. Unexpectedly, he heard a clear sound of bone cracking under his feet before he took a few steps. He stiffly removed his shoes and shined his flashlight on the ground. What appeared in his field of vision was a thick white bone!
Curiosity killed the cat, but doing nothing will save your life.

She crossed the bones without stopping and continued to move forward without looking back. In the dark and empty passage, slight echoes continued to echo, and Jiang Qiucheng silently endured the intrusion of the noise. She didn't know how long it had been before her legs and feet began to go numb, and she was almost losing consciousness before she could see the end of the stairs.

Jiang Qiucheng wiped the sweat from her forehead and continued to climb. When she reached the top, she found a tightly closed mezzanine.

He stretched out his hand and fumbled around on the mezzanine. He felt a not-so-obvious depression. He pressed down tentatively and the mezzanine became loose. He pushed it up and it opened.

Panting, Jiang Qiucheng broke free from the narrow and dark passage and collapsed on the ground, in desperate need of a moment of rest. The attic she was in was located at the top of the bell tower, hidden under the dome, and could only be entered through the secret mezzanine.

As soon as you enter the small attic, you feel like you are surrounded by a space full of antiques and history. The room is surrounded by clock dials seen from the outside, and daylight shines through the pale yellow dials into the interior of the attic.

Only now did Jiang Qiucheng discover that the bell tower did not only display a single plane of time. Its four sides faced southeast, northwest and northwest respectively. The time in each direction was different. At the same time, the degree of dilapidation and messiness of the bell tower also had its own characteristics.

From new to old, from front to back, they are like different stages in life.

The surface of the big clock has long been mottled, the numbers and scales on it are blurred, and the hands also stay at a random moment. Time has stopped in this corner and has lost its original meaning.

Various clocks are displayed inside the attic, some have become silent, and some are still ticking, like guardians of time. These clocks come in various shapes and ages, quietly telling stories of the past. An old table is placed in the center of the room, with books, papers and stationery piled messily on it, exuding traces of time. Books on clocks and history are neatly arranged on the bookshelf, demonstrating the owner's love and in-depth research in these two fields.

The floor of the small loft is paved with solid wood, which is in sharp contrast to the fragile stairs outside. Every step gives reassuring feedback. A dusty chandelier hangs in the center of the dome. Although it can no longer illuminate, it adds a mysterious and peaceful atmosphere to the space.

Traces of history and imprints of time are intertwined in this corner, and time quietly stops in the small attic.

Jiang Qiucheng walked around and felt that this was like a secret base for researchers, but there was something out of place in this slightly serious attic.

A children's wooden horse chair.

This chair is made of dark wood. After years of baptism, the surface is slightly worn, but it adds a unique charm. The wooden handles resemble horse ears, and the arc shape of the chair makes it easy to swing back and forth.

A picture suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Qiucheng's eyes. There was a little girl in a blue dress sitting on a chair.

That was Elina in childhood, with her dark hair combed into two cute braids, and her bright eyes shining with the innocence of childhood, as if she was riding a real horse, enjoying endless happiness. The warm sunlight came in and hit Elena's face, forming a faint shadow.

That pure joy traveled through time and appeared clearly before Jiang Qiucheng's eyes.

There is a handsome man sitting in front of the desk, flipping through the information in his hand. His gentle eyes fall on the little girl's face from time to time, and tenderness is transmitted from the picture.

This little girl is Elina in her childhood. She is completely different from her current image. She is innocent and lively, and likes cute costumes and childlike toys. The man sitting next to her was probably her relative, and his eyes towards Elena were full of obvious love and care.

Jiang Qiucheng observed the interaction between the two and guessed in his mind that this man could be Elina's father?

It's just that the man's hair and pupils are light-colored, and his blond hair is shining, thick and smooth, like flowing golden ripples in the sunlight. His face has clear contours, smooth and elegant lines, like a classical sculpture, and his eyes are deep blue, like lake water under a clear summer sky, both peaceful and unfathomable.

Elena, whose face was very similar to his, had black hair and eyes, revealing an unknown aura.

"Boom... boom..."

Suddenly, slow footsteps came from the stairs behind Jiang Qiucheng. It seemed that someone was approaching here. For a moment, Jiang Qiucheng couldn't distinguish between virtuality and reality.

In which time and space is the other party located? Is it the past or the present?