Mo Yi patted the bread crumbs on his hands and stood up from the low bench.
He walked around the restaurant at a leisurely pace, his eyes darting around the room, not letting go of any clues.
A clock behind the dining table caught his attention.
It was very dilapidated, half of the case had fallen off, exposing the black metal surface underneath, hanging crookedly on the wall behind the dining table, but, unlike other objects in this room, the surface of this clock was not A speck of dust seemed to have been carefully wiped clean, and what was even more rare was that the watch was not broken and was still running tenaciously.
The pointer pointed to five twenty.
Mo Yi frowned, feeling a little puzzled.
The game itself will give a countdown, so why set another conspicuous clock in the copy
He glanced out of the narrow window subconsciously. In the dark sky, ominous fluorescent blue numbers were slowly counting down.
Exactly 5 hours and 20 minutes have passed in the game.
That means... at exactly the same time the game starts, the clock starts ticking.
The mysteries in his heart gathered more and more, like dark clouds gathering slowly, they slowly occupied every corner of Mo Yi's heart, blocked his throat, and choked his breathing.
This orphanage is different from the previous dungeon. It occupies a larger area, and the clues are not as dense as the school. Many times, you can only watch more and more questions, entangled into a mess, but you can't find a solution to solve it. lint.
Mo Yi let out a long breath, trying to calm himself down.
The remaining survival time of this dungeon is still very long, so it can only come slowly.
He took a last deep look at the clock, then turned and walked towards the hanging man painted on the wall next to him.
The strokes of that villain's painting are very crude and crooked, it should be a child's handwriting.
The irregularly shaped round head and the thin line torso supporting the lined limbs look eerily against the dirty wall.
Mo Yi took out the note that he had completed, and compared it with the villain on the wall.
Except for a few places, every detail is almost perfect, and it seems to have been written by the same child.
A vague guess seemed to cross Mo Yi's mind, but he could no longer see why.
There was nothing more to investigate in the restaurant.
So, he put away the note, turned around to look for Song Qi's figure, and wanted to tell him to leave together.
But just as he turned around, he was startled by Song Qi standing behind him.
Does this person walk without sound? !
Mo Yi covered his frightened heart, calmed down, and said, "Let's go, I've basically looked around here, let's go to another place."
Everyone in the restaurant also started to get up one after another, and walked out the door.
Mo Yi and Song Qi left the restaurant and went back to the hall along the corridor.
The dead body hanging in the middle of the room had disappeared, only the chair that Mo Yi used to step on was still standing quietly in the dust.
Mo Yi was not surprised, he stared at the empty space for a few seconds, and then looked away as if nothing had happened.
He turned around in the hall a few times, suddenly seemed to think of something, turned around and ran towards the side hall of the door.
The eyes of Zhao Yicheng and the others who had just arrived in the hall were instantly attracted by him.
I saw Mo Yi bent down and rummaged in the side hall, and soon found a large bunch of old-fashioned keys and a broken map.
Each key was labeled with some markings in English, some of which had been blurred by the passage of time.
This is a major discovery!
Zhao Yicheng and the others had bright eyes and immediately surrounded them.
Mo Yi looked down at the dirty map for a few minutes, then picked a key and held it in his hand.
Next, he spread the large bunch of keys on the counter without hesitation, and said to everyone:
"Everyone take these keys and look for clues according to the map, but you must remember to hang them back after reading them, otherwise the clues may be broken."
After finishing speaking, he paused, his voice lowered: "I'm afraid the process will be very dangerous. It's best not to act alone. Moreover, once you get the key, you must have the courage to accept the consequences of opening that door."
Mo Yi's suddenly serious tone, like a basin of cold water, instantly extinguished the excitement that just surged up in the crowd, and he became cautious again.
At this moment, a senior female who had just stood aside and said nothing, said, "Wait."
Mo Yi was taken aback, and turned to look at her.
The senior woman narrowed her eyes, walked towards him, and asked:
"You are very familiar with this place, whether it is the dining bell that you immediately recognize, or the clearness of the location of these keys, we can't compare..."
Zhao Yicheng on the side obviously knew her, and he scolded in a low voice: "Sun Xiaoyan!"
The senior man named Sun Xiaoyan didn't listen, instead he stepped forward and asked forcefully:
"Would you mind explaining?"
Everyone who heard her words couldn't help but tremble a little, and turned their horrified and suspicious eyes to Mo Yi—this person has been leading all their actions since just now! Could it be...
Mo Yi lowered his eyes, his pale and handsome face was calm and unwavering.
The next second, he raised his eyes and looked at Sun Xiaoyan. His eyeballs were very dark, and when he was not emotional, he was like a starless night, almost forcing the person being watched to look away.
Mo Yi said:
"The fixed configurations in British public orphanages, such as the location of bells and keys, are regulated in the UK, and most of them have been used since World War I. Are you satisfied with this explanation?"
Sun Xiaoyan obviously did not expect this answer. Hearing Mo Yi's words, she was stunned for a while for some reason, but she still quibbled:
"Well, then no one can prove that you are telling the truth? And why do you say it is from the UK? Could it be that you are in an orphanage in the UK...?"
Hearing her words getting more and more excessive, Zhao Yicheng raised his voice again and interrupted her angrily:
"Sun Xiaoyan! You are enough!"
Sun Xiaoyan angrily stopped talking, Zhao Yicheng kicked him, turned to Mo Yi and said:
"That... I'm very sorry, Xiaoyan..."
Before Zhao Yicheng finished speaking, Mo Yi quickly interrupted him:
"It's okay, I didn't take it to heart, the most important thing now is to find clues."
After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked in the corridor on the other side.
Song Qi cast a serious look at Sun Xiaoyan, then turned around and followed Mo Yi, walking inward.
At that moment, Sun Xiaoyan's complexion turned pale instantly, and she was nailed to the spot stiffly, physiological cold sweat running down her back like a waterfall.
——Those light-colored, inorganic eyes, cruel like a god of death who doesn't care about other people's lives, are the coldness and contempt unique to predators, which made her feel the instinctive fear and trembling almost from the depths of her soul.
"Xiaoyan, Xiaoyan!" Zhao Yicheng's voice woke her up from the daze: "What's wrong with you?"
Sun Xiaoyan shook his head in disbelief, staring at the backs of the two going away in shock.
Why...why did that man have such terrifying eyes
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The two walked forward one after the other, and the silent atmosphere seemed a bit dignified. In the silence, the wooden floor under their feet could only be heard creaking under the weight.
The wall lamp in front was getting dimmer, and it was almost difficult to penetrate the thick and solid darkness, and could only barely emit a little dark yellow halo, illuminating a small area by the wall.
The gloomy cold air is like tarsal marrow, climbing up the human tailbone.
Mo Yi stopped abruptly.
I saw a teddy bear standing upright in front of the corridor.
Its brown down was sparse, its limbs hung barely on its limbs, and its one eye was missing, the only remaining black eye being gray and sewn crookedly into its face.
It tilted half of its mutilated body, and watched Mo Yi quietly with the only remaining eye covered with dust and cracks.
—It was the teddy bear that had appeared in his room.
A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on Mo Yi's back.
Song Qi's deep voice came from behind: "What's wrong?"
His voice made Mo Yi shake his head.
The next second, when he looked again, there was nothing in front of the corridor.
The teddy bear just disappeared.
Mo Yi was a little out of his mind, he opened his mouth, his heart was turning a thousand times, and he asked in a hoarse voice:
"did you see… ?"
"—What?" The clear and crisp voice of a child rang in his ears, with the innocence of a child, he took over his words and asked softly.
These two words are very close, as if they were whispering in his ear!
Mo Yi's scalp exploded, and he turned around as fast as he could!
—There is nothing behind him.
There is no Song Qi, no lights, no corridors, no way out.
Literally nothing.
Only the boundless darkness that swallowed up all the light silently opened its arms and devoured towards him.
Mo Yi's whole body was cold, and fine beads of sweat slowly seeped from his forehead.
His dry Adam's apple moved, turned around, and stared at the remaining corridor in front of him.
The corridor was long and dark, and a closed door could be vaguely seen ahead—that was his destination.
Mo Yi clenched his palm subconsciously, the edge of the ancient key was hard and cold, and it hurt in his palm.
There is no way out now.
He made up his mind and walked towards the door.
The dusty wooden door stands quietly at the end of the corridor. The sign on the door has been corroded and blurred, but the English characters on it are still vaguely recognizable:
"Dean chamber".
Some rusty long and thin keys were inserted into the lock, and there was a small and crisp sound of metal collisions. Mo Yi applied force with his fingers, and only heard a soft "click", and the door opened in response.
The smell of dust hits my face.
Mo Yi paused, reached out to push the door wider, and then walked in without hesitation.
Unexpectedly, the light inside the door is still bright, and the light shines through the dusty lampshade to illuminate the spacious interior. The old-fashioned dark green wallpaper is a little wrinkled, but it is still clean and decent.
The low ceiling was a little uneven, with a few dirty water stains.
The room was full of tables, chairs and cabinets, which looked messy.
Mo Yi stepped forward and flipped through the sundries piled on the table hastily.
There are many things, but they are of little value.
He squatted down and opened the drawer under the table.
There were a lot of crumpled documents lying in the drawer, which were stacked together casually. Mo Yi browsed quickly, and one of the rough yellow-brown pieces of paper caught his attention: Iris City Orphanage, always Built in 1913.
Below, the entire orphanage is painted with exaggerated strokes. At the new gate of the orphanage, a row of orphans and nurses are standing together showing bright smiles.
The next few lines are blurred.
Mo Yi pursed his lips and put the stack of documents back in the drawer.
This building is actually quite shoddy, and even a layman like him can see that it has cut corners in many places. It is a miracle that it can last for 20 to 30 years.
And now it appears, although shabby, but at least it is still complete.
It seems that there is not much deviation from the age he estimated at the beginning.
But apart from this, there are no valuable clues.
Mo Yi couldn't help feeling a little nervous. He pushed the drawer back, turned around and opened the cabinet by the wall, and hurriedly rummaged through it.
no... no... no...
His brows were furrowed tightly, and there was a deep thought mark between his brows.
A few drops of hot sweat slowly slid down his temples and dripped into his collar along the lines of his face.
Mo Yi's subordinates kept moving, but they were obviously anxious.
— No specific files or documents of the orphans can be found anywhere.
Suddenly, Mo Yi's movements stopped stiffly.
A gloomy chill suddenly struck, and the temperature around his body almost dropped several degrees. The horrific chill invaded his skin through the thin clothes, almost making people shiver.
Such a strange temperature change made Mo Yi's heart tighten suddenly.
An inexplicable horror seized his heart in an instant, making his blood cold and almost stagnant.
Mo Yi's brain went blank, but his body subconsciously started to act first!
He suddenly lowered his body!
A noose passed over his head, and there was a gust of wind!
Mo Yi's back felt chilly, he didn't dare to act rashly, but turned his head slowly to look behind him.
There was a rattling sound in the spine.
He could hear his own blood rushing against his eardrums, sending out hot beats, desperately clamoring for the danger to come!
At this moment, Mo Yi caught sight of a shadowy figure from the corner of his eye.
— In this room, he is not the only one.
Goosebumps all over his body instantly exploded, and cold sweat broke out layer by layer on the back of his neck.
In the corner of the eye, the shadow is slowly approaching.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, exhaled slowly and tremblingly, and then lay down abruptly!
He dodges and rolls over to the side of the cabinet, then sticks out his leg and slams into the cabinet's rotting anchors!
The tall cabinet came crashing down!
Just fell towards the approaching shadow.
Swirling dark yellow and white documents and pieces of paper rushed out, pouring down the entire room with gravity and potential energy, like a spectacular waterfall.
At this moment, Mo Yi, who was lying on the ground, got up with a grunt. The moment he wanted to raise his head, he couldn't help being stunned for half a second.
He saw that, behind the cabinet, hung a very long piece of dark yellow paper, carefully framed in a beautiful wooden frame, with a lot of words written in cursive English characters.
Mo Yi paused, and a dazed look flashed across his face.
The papers in the room fell one after another, and silence returned.
—At this moment, the temperature dropped sharply!
Mo Yi's heart was not good, and in the blink of an eye, he only had time to raise his palm to the front of his neck, only to feel the cold breath coming from the back of his neck.
In the next second, the elusive noose struck again!
The rough rope wrapped around his neck and tightened cruelly. Fortunately, Mo Yi raised his hand to his throat, otherwise he would be hanged instantly.
Mo Yi clenched his teeth and used his palms to resist the gradually tightening rope. There was the sound of his knuckles fractured "click" and "click". The severe pain penetrated his palms to his brain, almost making him breathless.
At this time, his feet suddenly flew into the air.
At that moment, Mo Yi suddenly recalled:
The hanged man died not from suffocation, but from... a broken neck.