My ugly concubine is super cute

Chapter 856 Exploring the Secret of the Small Attic

"When you were young?" She silently calculated Uncle Liang's age, and then exclaimed, "Damn, no one has come in in 50 years? No wonder the ashes on the ground can be used as a carpet to sleep on!"

Uncle Liang's old voice sounded from her left side, "No, no, it's 70 years old, the old man is already 80 years old, alas, this place is still the same as before."

Feng Qiye lit the fire folder and lit the kerosene lamp on the table. It was really weird. There was a lot of dust everywhere in this attic, but the kerosene lamp was only a thin layer here, and decades passed. It was miraculous that the wick was still good.

She was stunned to herself, and held up the lamp to observe indoors.

The attic is not as small as it looks from the outside. There are more than a dozen rows of bookshelves neatly arranged inside. There are all kinds of books neatly stacked on the bookshelves. Feng Qiye took out a book and flipped through a few pages. There is nothing special about the content of the book, but there is no dust in the book, but the entire bookshelf is covered with dust.

Feng Qiye expressed that it was incomprehensible. After searching around, she found nothing. After a while, she returned to the table, regardless of the dust on the chair, and just sat down, like the old man. Uncle Liang sat facing each other.

Uncle Liang has been in this library for 70 years, and Feng Qiye felt that instead of scavenging through the sea of ​​tens of thousands of books, it would be better to concentrate on digging out useful information from Uncle Liang's living dictionary.

"First of all, what happened here 70 years ago? Why is this attic sealed up? No one is allowed to come in? According to my observation, there is nothing special about the books in it."

Uncle Liang smiled, "There is nothing special about it. Books are still books, and attics are still attics. There is no unexplainable reason why they are closed. The students of Yanhua Academy don't like reading. More than half of the books are still new, and there is no need to open the attic.”

"Even if there is no need to open it, there is no need to ignore it and be covered up by dust, right?" Feng Qiye didn't believe it at all. "Or, there was a love story that shocked the world and wept ghosts and gods?"

"Young people just love to fantasize." Liang Bo smiled leisurely, "If there is a story, there is indeed. I think back then, old man, I met my sweetheart on it!"

"Then what? The sweetheart has another sweetheart? And old man, you are dissatisfied, and you killed them both on this attic on a dark and windy night?" Suspecting in this way, Feng Qiye's back felt a little cold.

Uncle Liang nodded mysteriously: "Yes."

"what?!"

Uncle Liang stretched out his old hand like a twig, and Feng Qiye found himself unable to move, "Little classmate, are you satisfied with this story?"

Feng Qiye responded repeatedly: "Satisfied, satisfied, satisfied, very satisfied! Uncle Liang, you are so powerful and domineering! That's how it should be! If you can't get it, you should destroy it! Aha, it's getting late and I'm sleepy, Uncle Liang! Go to bed early and good night too!"

Feng Qiye fled in desperation, turned around halfway and looked at the gloomy light on the attic, she had a strange feeling inexplicably, she began to feel that her inference just now was correct, and what Uncle Liang said, Should also be correct.

There was a murder in the attic.

In order to prove her guess, Feng Qiye dragged the little Princess to skip classes for many days after that, and every day when the Zangshu Pavilion opened, she went straight in and didn't want to come out until evening.

Huang Tian paid off, in her carpet-like investigation, she finally found a few words about the attic.

(End of this chapter)