Chapter 228 Iron Lung

Li Ang looked at the wooden ceiling and said calmly, "What's the situation?"

A few seconds ago, he was still standing on the steps with Dong Fengpo, looking at the corridor on the second floor,

Suddenly, a tile on the ground under Li Ang's feet sank suddenly. He subconsciously raised the three-edged bone spear, trying to block the falling force by placing the gun sideways.

However, the speed of the fall was far beyond his imagination, Li Ang didn't even have time to shout, and fell into the pitch-black space under the collapsed tiles,

Immediately, I saw myself smashing open a wooden door, entering a bedroom, and falling smoothly and lightly into a huge and heavy cylindrical metal instrument.

This metal cylinder is 2.5 meters long, hollow inside, and the diameter of the cavity is nearly one meter, which is enough to accommodate the next adult male.

Under the metal cylinder is a bracket also made of metal.

Li Ang's body was firmly trapped in the cylindrical instrument, with his neck and head exposed, resting on a rusty metal plate extending from the front end of the metal instrument.

It looked like he was lying in a cylindrical metal coffin.

If it were someone else, they must have been struggling in a panic at this time, trying to break free from this metal coffin,

However, Li Ang did not panic at all. After realizing that he was not in danger for the time being, he moved his body, changed to a more comfortable lying position, turned his neck, and called Miss Chai in his heart, "Chai Chai, what did you see just now?"

"As you can see, the ground is sunken, and you are flying horizontally into the house."

Chai Cuiqiao paused, looked at the slowly closing wooden door in the corner of the room, and said, "The outside of this room is the corner of a horizontal corridor—it doesn't look like the corridor on the second floor.

The house has weirdness, abnormal gravity, and equally abnormal spatial structure. "

"Ok."

Li Ang nodded, turned his neck resting on the metal plate left and right, and glanced at the room, "Bookshelves, small desks, pianos, stuffed dolls...this should have been a children's room before.

To be precise, the room of a child suffering from polio"

Chai Cuiqiao was taken aback when she heard the words, "Polio? How do you know?"

Li Ang didn't answer. He moved his hands trapped in the cylindrical metal instrument, groped back and forth in the hollow cavity of the metal cylinder, and quickly found the valve device.

Li Ang twisted the valve, and the front end of the cylinder restraining his neck slowly opened from the right side, allowing Li Ang to slide into the cylinder, wait until the door at the front end of the instrument was completely opened, and then crawl out from inside.

After Li Ang stood firmly on the floor, he patted a lot of dust on his body, tapped the metal cylinder instrument with his knuckles, and said calmly, "This thing looks a bit like a tea stir-frying machine. It is an 'iron lung', an instrument invented to rescue polio patients.

Polio has existed since ancient times. Due to the weakness of the muscles of the patients, it is difficult to mobilize the breathing muscles, so the patients often die due to dyspnea and respiratory failure.

In the 17th century, a British scientist proposed the idea of ​​promoting breathing through external negative pressure ventilation based on the principle of respiratory movement.

Until the 1830s, there was an upsurge in designing negative-pressure prototype respiratory muscles in the United States. Among them was an instrument called an iron lung, which assisted patients to breathe by artificially creating a negative-pressure environment.

In the 1940s and 1950s, iron lungs spread across hospitals across the United States, providing a lifeline for tens of thousands of polio patients.

However, with the advent of the poliovirus vaccine, polio had a truly effective treatment, and the iron lung withdrew from the stage of history. "

Li Ang glanced at the surface rust of this instrument, and said calmly: "If the background of this script mission is modern Earth, it must be around the 1920s or 1930s, or later."

"Uh,"

Miss Chai's eyes widened, "You know that..."

Li Ang paused for a moment, gently scratched the iron lung with his fingertips, and said calmly: "I used to have a friend who suffered from this disease. For this reason, I went to learn about the history of this disease."

Li Ang didn't disclose the specific information of that friend, but Miss Chai automatically understood it in her heart - Li Ang came out of an orphanage...

She said with some embarrassment: "...Sorry."

"fine."

Li Ang patted the iron lung casually, stretched his muscles and bones, went straight to the door of the children's bedroom, and opened the door.

Outside the door is a dark corridor, the structure is extremely weird and bizarre, the corridor is sometimes narrow, sometimes wide, sometimes ascending, sometimes descending.

A suspended wooden door is set where the window should be, and a translucent window is set where the door should be.

"It's almost like taking hundreds of houses apart and putting them back together again."

Li Ang said silently in his heart, instead of stepping into the corridor, he returned to the house, closed the door, and searched the children's bedroom without haste.

"Hey, don't you want to go find your teammates?" Miss Chai asked softly.

"Yes, but it's not necessary." Li Ang shook his head and replied, "Just now I was on the stairs on the first floor, and I was forcibly teleported here by the agency without doing anything.

With my strength, I didn't realize what happened just now.

I have reason to believe that several other teammates may have also received the same teleportation treatment at the same time.

This kind of manor occupies too much area, and the structure of the house is weird. Going to find them scattered everywhere now will only waste precious mission time limit.

You know, there are eight abnormal organs that need to be resolved.

And even if it is found, it would be useless to try to find out the source of the teleportation effect. "

As Li Ang explained, he took the tactical flashlight from his tactical belt and scanned the entire room.

Although his cat's eye and low-light infrared night vision device can both play the role of night vision,

But many colors will be missing in the line of sight. It would be bad if something is missed because of the lack of colors.

With the help of Miss Chai's eight arms, Li Ang quickly searched the entire children's bedroom, but found nothing special.

The books on the bookshelves are all English fairy tales, and judging from the printing time, they were no later than the late 1930s.

"The owner of the room should be a 7-10-year-old girl suffering from polio. This is not her master bedroom, but more like a small room for entertainment. Her parents treat her very well, It cost a lot of money to customize an iron lung for her."

Li Ang said in a deep voice: "At that time, the price of an iron lung was as high as 2,000 US dollars, which was enough to buy an ordinary residential house in the 1920s and 1930s.

Combined with this rather expensive piano, it can be judged that the owner of the room is from a wealthy family and should be one of the direct descendants of the owner of the Williams Manor.

And her polio wasn't particularly bad, at least she could play the piano or something. "

Most of the room has been searched, the only place that has not been checked is...

Li Ang's eyes lit up, he held up the flashlight, and crawled back into the iron lung.

Since it has been in a semi-sealed state, the traces of rust inside the iron lung are not that serious.

After searching carefully, Li Ang found a yellowed and withered note in a corner of the front end of the cylinder.

He climbed out of the iron lung and held the note under the light, which read:

"Alice, please listen to Margaret, I hope you will always be healthy and safe - love your parents."

The moment he saw the note, Li Ang's vision flickered, the old floor under his feet looked brand new, a ray of warm light shone in from the window, and the decayed room was revived.

Silver bell-like laughter rang out, and a phantom of a blond girl in an elegant skirt fell out of the void, sitting on the floor of the brand-new room, scribbling with a pen on the children's fairy tale book, graffiti and laughing happily .

And sitting next to her was an adult woman who looked a bit like her.

"Is this... a reenactment of a past scene in the room?"