Mary's Nineteenth Century

"This is also the world of ignorance, and this is also the world of wisdom.In my generation, the blue sky will go straight up, and in my generation, I will fall forever in the underworld. 』—Remember the Victorian era. ①

In 1869, until April, Britain ushered in a new year's social season.

At 08:30 in the evening, the mansions in the West End of London are brightly lit.The auditorium is resplendent and magnificent, and melodious piano music is slowly flowing.

The gentlemen raised their wine glasses, and the ladies waved their fans.Outside the window, clusters of roses sway in the evening breeze.The dance party is about to begin, and the colorful nightlife has just begun.

Apart from the feasting and feasting, it is another scene.

Farther away, in the gloomy suburbs further away, the night has returned to its essence, and it is blackness that can't be seen.

In the darkness, Mary suddenly opened her eyes and found that she was lying on her back.

There is no light around, as if the vision is completely deprived, and only the other four senses can be used.First make sure that it's not a soft mattress underneath, it feels like a solid board.

She clearly remembers being in charge of the evacuation of the MSF team in the field, and her last consciousness was the moment when she was attacked by bombers.

Now it is the resurrection of the dead, and it has traveled to a parallel time and space 150 years ago.There are very few memories left on this body, most of which are scenes before the death of the original owner.

It is currently known that she and the original owner have the same name as Mary, and her surname is Bennett.

The original owner, whose birthday is February [-]th, is still a few years away from the marriageable age this year.In early April, I went out to the prom with my family, and accompanied my sister to find a suitable marriage partner.

On the way to watch the moon in the garden, someone caught off guard and covered his mouth and nose from behind, and fell into a coma.When she woke up, she found that she was in a strange room, and there were only her and the murderer.He was then asked to change into a men's outfit, and was shocked to find that his long hair had been cut into a man's short hair.

The original owner couldn't contain his fear, and changed into men's clothes very unskillfully.He wanted to beg the murderer not to hurt her, but his tears did not bring him sympathy, only a rope.

The murderer tightly strangled the original owner's neck with that rope.I don't know if the original owner died of suffocation on the spot, but there is no follow-up memory.

Now is not a good time to deduce the past life of the original owner.

While breathing, Mary already had a preliminary judgment on the situation she was in.The air here is turbid and the oxygen content is so low that it can only keep an adult awake for 10 minutes.

Yes, only 10 minutes left!

Then listen to the sound of heartbeat and breathing being amplified.It is not difficult to determine that the cause is that the sound has undergone multiple reflections in a small and confined space, and the superposition of the echo and the sound source has caused the somatosensory volume to increase.Combined with the experience of the original owner being murdered, a guess was quickly drawn.

—Here is a closed coffin!

Tick, tick.

In the cramped and claustrophobic space, the god of death is silently approaching, as if he could hear the countdown bell ringing.

Mary immediately slowed down her breathing.

The next moment, she actually slowly evoked a warm smile.

In life and death, fear and tension are the most useless emotions.

Sudden emotional ups and downs will only make the heartbeat faster and lead to accelerated consumption of oxygen, which in turn hastens the arrival of coma and death.Knowing that fear is useless, there is no need to have it.

At the moment, she didn't sit up in a panic, and cautiously and quickly used her hands and feet together to measure the size of the space she was in without the slightest bump.

Sure enough, as guessed, he couldn't stretch his limbs at will, and was closed by wooden boards up, down, left, and right.This place is indeed a wooden coffin, and the four corners of the coffin have been driven into coffin-sealing spikes.

Undoubtedly, this is bad news, but the worst is yet to come.

Fortunately, I listened carefully, and could vaguely distinguish the air flow outside through the wooden boards.Based on this, it can be judged that the coffin was placed in the pit and had not been deeply buried with soil, and the coffin board was not too thick.

'Boom!Boom!Boom! '

Mary immediately raised her hand and knocked on the lid of the coffin.

The dead silence in the room was suddenly broken.

Don't be afraid to startle the murderer who may exist outside the coffin, as long as the murderer opens the coffin in surprise, he can be given a coffin-opening kill.

However, there were no hasty footsteps outside, nor panicked words due to suspicion of fraudulent corpses.

'Prickly—', 'Zi, Zi—', 'Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo up'.

Outside the coffin, there were only three sounds successively.

According to Mary's analysis, it was the sound of the heels of men's leather shoes rubbing against the ground, the sound of heavy chains being pulled and collided, and the sound of a living person being gagged.

The three sound sources come from the same direction.Roughly calculated based on sound propagation, the distance from the coffin is about 50 feet, or about 15 meters.

The situation is not good.

High probability means that the perpetrator is temporarily not indoors, and there is another victim here.But the man was bound in chains, unable to help.

"outside……"

Mary was about to speak when her throat hurt.His voice is hoarse like a broken bellows, which is the sequelae of his vocal cords being severely strangled.

Perhaps, the sore throat will heal without medicine in the future.

Mary can only guess and cannot find a scientific law to back it up.Resurrecting from the dead is an unprecedented experience, and only 1 minute and 12 seconds have passed since the recovery of consciousness.

Before this, she never imagined that one day she would be able to personally experience the interaction between soul and body.For example, the soul can repair a dead body, and muscle skills such as fighting can be reproduced into another body through the soul.

There is no solution to the specific principle, this question is really beyond the outline.

At present, through intuitive feeling, although the process of consciousness fusion is a headache and dizzying, but the body is gradually full of strength, the wound is being repaired quickly, and everything is going well.

Of course, vitality is built on a foundation, and it must be unraveled.With less than 9 minutes left, if you don't break out of the coffin, you will be suffocated to death.

Outside the coffin is a stone house of about [-] square meters.

The shape of the house is weird. It is not a cuboid house that is common in architecture, but a triangular prism.

There is a coffin in each of the three corners, a candlestick with a different number of candles, and a stone pillar.

The coffin in which Mary was placed was lowered into the pit, and the coffins at the other two corners were placed empty on the ground.Two of the three candlesticks were lit, and the number of burning candles was different, but they were all close to burning out.

The candlelight was dim, and there was only one living person in the stone house.

The [-] or [-]-year-old boy was gagged and tied to a stone pillar with iron chains in a standing position.

Watson stared wide-eyed, sweat broke out on his forehead, and stared unblinkingly at the earth pit that was making abnormal noises.

God!This time it's really hell!The murderer who kidnapped him personally said that the coffin had been closed five and a half days ago, and a dead body was placed inside.But what's going on now?Was the person in the coffin misjudged as a feigned death just woke up from a coma, or had a corpse change occurred?

Inside the coffin, Mary did not speak again.

Time is pressing, reduce unnecessary physical loss.At the scene of a crime, one cannot pin the hope of survival on the external rescue of heroes from heaven, and breaking through from the inside may become the only choice.

Search the coffin first, unfortunately, there is nothing but a living person like myself.Then searched the body, fumbled to confirm that the clothes on his body were the men's clothes that the original owner was forced to put on before his death, but there was nothing in the pockets of the suit.

This means that there is no coffin tool in the general sense.

Can you just lie down and wait to die?

of course not.

The murderer overlooked a point, leaving behind a sharp object.

A pair of cuff buttons on a man's shirt, the pins are neither silver nor gold.Judging from the hardness, it seems to be some kind of copper alloy, which is very strong and becomes the key point of breaking the coffin.

It is inferred that its material is bronze.

Bronze should not have appeared on the list of common accessories in the 19th century, but the suit that the murderer asked the original owner to put on was unusual.

The tip of the nose has a faint earthy and bloody smell.It is also mixed with some spices, including but not limited to sea salt, oakmoss, cinnamon, cinnamon, coniferous and other mixtures.

This kind of fragrance is mixed and does not distinguish between front, middle and back notes. It is obviously not the blending ratio of high-quality perfume, but it has an unusual origin.

—It is the smell of some kind of ancient corpse, seen in the embalming incense used by the ancient Egyptians to make mummies.

At this time, the fragrance comes from the men's clothing on his body.

In other words, while the menswear gown was in keeping with current trends, it had been pre-soaked with expertly mummified spices.

Why would the murderer do this?

Perhaps, there will be answers outside the coffin.

Mary put aside her doubts for a while, and took off her coat to cover her head.

Tap the coffin board with your fingers to identify whether the thickness of the whole board is consistent, and look for a breakthrough in the weak wood grain.So, I lay down on my side and bent down to choose an angle.

The next moment, there was a repeated scratching sound of "Zi La, Zi La -" in the coffin.

The sound reached Watson's ears, making him uncontrollably goosebumps all over his body.

God socks!What the hell happened in the coffin, why are there nails that look like monster claws scratching the coffin boards.

The scratching sound followed one after another, methodically, but making people more creepy.

Watson felt a chill down his back, as if something green-faced and fangs was about to burst out of the coffin in the next second.What is he going to do now?It was futile to twist his body, and the chains made it impossible for him to move.

Where did that damned masked murderer tie him up?When the monster breaks out of the coffin, will it pounce on him and bite his head?

'boom!boom! '

Not long after, two heavy blows sounded, and the wooden board actually broke a big hole from the inside.There was another "bang" kick, and the coffin board was completely split from the inside to the outside.

what--

Watson's exclamation was blocked by the coarse cloth on his mouth.It's over, it's over, the coffin board can't hold it down, and a head covered in a dress coat can be seen poking out of the crack in the coffin board.

Immediately afterwards, a slender figure emerged from the coffin.The man took off his coat and put it on, looking around.

This suddenly revealed a face that could not be seen clearly, and it was covered with blood.The bloodstains had dried up, it wasn't a bruise, it was artificially smeared with blood into some kind of unknown strange figure.

Watson didn't know what kind of blood it was, and he himself was smeared with bloody runes by the murderer.

The next moment, the two people standing in the stone house looked at each other.

The candlelight is faint.

It seems automatic without wind.

Watson saw the blood-faced man walking towards him step by step.One step, two steps, three steps.God, why does this person walk without any footsteps, is it a ghost in human skin?

No no no, stop thinking about it.Watson, you are going to study medicine at the University of London this fall.It is inevitable to deal with dead bodies when studying medicine. How can one be afraid of a person who got out of a sealed coffin, was said to have been dead for more than five days, and had strange bloody runes on his face!

Closer, closer, only two meters left.

Watson felt that he was about to faint from his nervous heartbeat, but at this moment he saw the other person's eyes clearly.The next moment, almost at the moment when the four eyes met, his hanging heart suddenly let go.

so quiet.

It is no longer the eerie silence that makes people's hair stand up, but the tranquility that makes people feel at ease.

How should I describe it?

The visitor has a pair of gray-blue eyes, which are firm and deep.It is like the sky and the galaxy shining quietly, and it is like the sparkling sea under the moonlight.

Being stared at by such eyes makes people suddenly relax their tense nerves. Emotions such as tension, fear, fear, etc. are gone, leaving only a sense of security.

Oh, God!Don't ask him how many times he called God in just over ten minutes.

Watson used to not believe in the plots in the novel.What can make people live and die suddenly with just one look is a fabricated thing to fool people, but they never thought it really existed.

The evidence is standing in front of him alive.

There is no monster crawling out of hell in front of him.On the contrary, it is clearly a miracle blessed by the gods, and an archangel descends to save people from suffering.

Mary doesn't care about the inner drama of another living person in the stone chamber.In just 2 minutes, she had a panoramic view of the layout of the triangular stone house from the time she was out of the coffin to the stone pillars where people were bound by iron chains.

"Have you been tied up for more than two days?"

Mary asked in a low voice, her voice sounded like gravel and gravel, and it was definitely not pleasant.

But, it doesn't matter.Holding small pieces of wood, she took local materials from the broken coffin boards, and opened the iron chain lock on the stone pillar in three or two strokes.

Immediately, Mary reported a more precise number, "You were tied to the pillar for 2 days and 20 hours and 25 minutes, right?"

Watson: Huh?

He was wondering what an ordinary splinter of wood would do, and it wasn't a key.However, with the sound of a click, the chains that bound his body loosened casually.

It was only after I realized that I was asked about the time of being tied up.

Watson tore off the sackcloth gag, and barely supported the stone pillar to stand still.In the stone room where day and night are indistinguishable, he couldn't say exactly how many hours he was tied up.

"Uh, maybe, I think it should be more than two and a half days? The masked figure who tied me here stuffed me with bread and water every morning. He came three times in total."

Compared with the past few days, Watson was more concerned about other things. "My name is John Watson, who are you? Haven't you been killed by masked men? How are we going to escape?

You see, there is only one trap door here.The damn murderer didn't use a key, but pressed the digital mechanism on the wall to enter and exit.God, who knows what the correct password is. "

What a string of good questions.

"You may call me M. Minton."

Mary skipped one of the questions, and glanced at Watson's suit collar, which had eight petals of eustoma engraved on a dazzled silver button. "As for the password to open the door, please answer a question first. Is your birthday on July [-]?"

"How did you know?"

Watson was very surprised, "Could it be that we know each other? Or have you heard of me?"

Mary smiled and said in a sincere tone, "Sir, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. But you have to admit that neither John nor Watson are common names, and it's not enough for people to give special names without reason. focus on."

Watson: Is it really okay to be polite and tell the truth?

This man had a strange bloody rune on his face, his voice was like a bellows, and no matter how kind his smile was, it added a bit of weirdness.

Mary then handed out a step for Watson, "There is no need to be sad. After all, not everyone is as famous as Newton or Napoleon. Even those two, not everyone remembers their birthdays. Do you agree?"

"Well, you're right."

Watson slapped his head as he said, no, why was he caught in a few words. "Hey, the point is how do you know my birthday? Do you have a spirit to get us out of this damn place?"

"Sir, it's the flower eye button you wear that says it all. Eustoma is the guardian flower of Cancer. Cancer is from June 6 to July 22. Eight petals represent the date eight. It's easy to guess, isn't it?"

Mary maintained a modest tone, "Sir, please allow me to correct you. It is scientific analysis that can save us. Here, it is mathematics. The answer is hidden in the stone house, and I think it is already obvious."

Watson: Oh!Yes, how come he forgot to wear the eyelet buttons his mother gave him on his collar.

But here comes the question again, what is the relationship between birthday and exit password?Is he suffering from intermittent blindness, why can't he find the so-called hint?Are the coffins, candles, or eerie runes drawn around the answer?

"Could it be these ancient Egyptian characters? Could it be that the murderer wrote my birthday and the password to open the door on the wall, and there is such an operation?"

Watson couldn't read the contents, but somehow he knew what language they were in.But looking at the eyes of the person in front of him, it was obvious that he did not give the correct answer.He gave up guessing, "Can you tell me directly, specifically, and concisely what happened."

Mary did not point out that the requirements for answering the questions were high, but she answered them in a polite manner:

"The reason why you and I were arrested and deciphered the exit password can all be attributed to one number - 142857. It is said that the number of revolving lanterns was first discovered in the ancient Egyptian pyramids. Its characteristics are amazing, but in the final analysis the principle is nothing more than one sentence, 10 It is a primitive root of modulus 7. According to it, we can open the stone gate and escape.”

After speaking, Mary looked at Watson.

This description adequately satisfies complex requirements that are direct, specific, and concise.That couldn't be a more fitting answer, could it?

Watson was at a loss, and he could understand at first, but why did he suddenly fast-forward to the blind spot of his knowledge?The two obviously have completely different perceptions of the answer standard.

No, no, no, he was sure of one thing, now he should say sorry.Sorry, his poor IQ, it was pressed to the ground and rubbed repeatedly.

The point is, can the revolving doors allow the two of them to escape from the secret room?