A few hundred metres behind Milan Cathedral, the small church looks not very impressive, but next to another church is very eye-catching, the entrance is in the small door adjacent to that church. Even if you have a map in your hand, you have to confirm it again and again before you go in. There is no doubt that the inside and the ordinary chapel, walking a circle without human bones, wondering whether they have gone wrong and left, saw the original dark corridor, into which is the room where the human bones are stored. There are many bones that pile up to the ceiling. I don't know if it's because there's not much sunshine or because it's psychologically active. It's obviously cold and gloomy. There are always people in twos and threes who see that the silence of human bones is only a wall between life and death.