“Since the war.“ Wilson说,“Lord Sinclair's grandfather locked it after the war, and no one has opened it since.“
二战之后就锁上了,至今**八十年**没开过。
青山心里有一种不好的预感。
他让Wilson管家找来了钥匙,打开了橡木门。
门开的瞬间,一股**极其浓烈的霉味和血腥味**扑面而来——
青山捂住了鼻子。
酒窖里,黑得伸手不见五指。他用手机打开手电筒,照了照——
然后,他看到了——
**酒窖的地上,堆满了白骨。**
是的,白骨。
几十具白骨,杂乱地堆在酒窖的地上,有的还穿着二战时期的军服,有的已经只剩下骨架。
“这些……是人骨?“青山的声音有点发抖。
“During the war, this cellar was used as a morgue.“ Wilson管家低声说,“The soldiers who died in the hospital were placed here temporarily, waiting for transport. After the war, Lord Sinclair's grandfather locked this place, and... no one ever dealt with the remains properly.“