Chen Yan sent him an invitation:

"Today I'm going to buy items to repair the apartment. Do you want to come together? Let's see what else you and Nuomiguo need?"

Ogami responded:

"Speaking of which, the bricks on the roof have rotted and need to be re-laid, and the chimney cap has been severely rusted and is almost rotten... There are also some things that need to be repaired or redone."

He paused and added:

"Speaking of which, the chimney above the roof does not lead to the fireplace in the hall."

Since the introduction of underfloor heating, the fireplace in the apartment at 33 Walker Street has not been used for a long time and now only serves a decorative purpose.

Chen Yan touched his chin:

"It stands to reason that the fireplace and toaster in this apartment should share a chimney. I seem to have seen a model of this double-channel chimney somewhere before..."

Ogami waved his hand:

"What can I say...the chimney doesn't lead to the bread oven either."

Chen Yan listened to his narration and had a bad feeling in his heart.

Just listen to Ogami continue to say: "I once went down to take a look, but I couldn't reach the bottom of the chimney. Well... I moved down for about half an hour, but I still didn't hit the bottom."

Chen Yan looked stiff, does such a thing still exist in this damn apartment...

Although Ogami's spiritual sense is very strong, his spiritual vision is average. He doesn't seem to have even awakened the eyes in his skull, and he doesn't know where this powerful power comes from.

In other words, Ogami was probably unable to step into the bottom of the chimney because he "could not see" the bottom of the chimney.

Chen Yan thought: "Let's go take a look together. I'll go to the warehouse to look for rope..."

Ogami reminded: "No rope is needed. The inner wall of the chimney is inlaid with iron escalators. Although it has been rusted, it is enough to bear the weight of several people."

Chen Yan did not allow such a weird thing to exist next to his bed. It was okay that he didn't know it before, but now he knows it. If he doesn't figure out what the hell it is, how can he sleep at night in the future?

So he found scaffolding from the warehouse on the first floor, placed it at the end of the corridor on the third floor, stepped on it, and opened the small attic door that he had never stepped into before——

A rotten and moldy smell hit his face. Chen Yan almost choked and rolled his eyes, and hurriedly covered his mouth and nose.

After finally holding back his sneeze, the scene in front of him immediately attracted his attention.

It is now 5:30 in the morning, but the attic is not dark. A kerosene lamp exactly like the one used by Chen Yan is placed on the small desk under the eastmost window of the attic.

Under the light, there were some messy papers and an unclosed brand-name pen.

Chen Yan looked at the pen and was slightly surprised, because the empire's pen industry had long been monopolized by the William Adams Group, and other brand pens had long been squeezed out of the market.

But the unknown brand of fountain pen in front of me is exquisitely made and seems to be worth a lot of money at a glance.

It seems to be some years old.

The attic floor was full of dust. The thick dust had accumulated for at least ten years... No, maybe more than ten years.

But if no one has visited this place for many years, why is the kerosene lamp on the desk under the window still lit?
Chapter completed!