Mo Yi looked at the "carpet" that had previously covered the ground.
The structure is pressed extremely tightly, and it is very hard to step on. It is even impossible to find the difference from the normal ground. The wooden texture on it is lifelike. Under such a dim lighting environment, it is almost impossible to distinguish the difference from the previous ground.
Exquisite workmanship.
Mo Yi silently commented in his heart.
It's not at the same level as this orphanage where even the walls are crooked.
The doubts in my heart grew deeper and deeper.
Mo Yi rolled the blanket aside, turned to look at the iron gate on the ground.
The flat iron door shone coldly under the dim light, there were no extra decorations on it, it was smooth and flat, only one side had something like a handle lying across the groove in the ground.
On it was a heavy and ancient lock, which seemed to have been violently damaged and was mutilated and broken.
Mo Yi tentatively stretched out the other palm, forcefully moved the half of the heavy lock away, then grabbed the handle, and lifted it up—
The iron door opened silently.
A cold and damp smell, carrying the smell of dust and something rotten, spread over the surface.
Mo Yi was caught off guard and coughed a few times.
He reached out to turn on the flashlight and shine it on the hidden passage.
After losing the cover of the iron door, the black hole was exposed, and the stairs extended to the inner bottom, leading to the unknown darkness.
The beam of light from the flashlight cannot penetrate the deep darkness underground, and can only illuminate the first few steps of the uppermost floor at most.
There is a thick layer of dust on it, and it is obvious that no one has set foot in it for a long time.
Mo Yi rummaged through his bag, and put a small clamp on the side of the iron door to prevent the iron door from falling down suddenly after he entered.
Then he bent down and carefully descended the steps.
The turbid air that had been sealed underground for a long time filled his nostrils. His steps brought up waves of dust, scattered in the cold air, and flew in all directions in front of the beam of light from the flashlight.
The steps under your feet are narrow and lengthy, and the darkness gets deeper as you go down.
The light from the overhead light became thinner and weaker, and it was almost difficult to penetrate the narrow cellar, leaving only a vague outline when looking up.
Finally, Mo Yi's foot touched the ground.
He left the steps, took a few tentative steps forward, and moved the flashlight, trying to see where he was.
The light of the flashlight moved throughout the underground space, outlining a vague and unclear outline.
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.
This place is much bigger than he imagined.
At this moment, the flashlight seemed to illuminate a long line hanging in the corner. Mo Yi walked over in the dark, and then stretched out his hand to pull it gently.
The light comes on, illuminating the entire basement.
It is very vast here, the underground space is covered and guarded by a tight and airtight ceiling dome, the walls are straight and solid, without wallpaper, exposed hard rocks, the walls are covered with dirt, and the dampness caused by being in a cold underground Water stains, the ground is also coarse gravel, and you can hear the small sound of rubbing against the soles of your shoes when you step on it.
The most shocking thing is those densely packed small beds.
They almost filled the entire space, as if to save space, these small beds were extremely close together, with almost no gaps, and they were tightly arranged one after another.
And through these small beds, directly opposite this room, there is a half-closed wooden door.
Mo Yi roughly scanned the entire room, and counted silently in his heart: In this room alone, there are more than 150 small beds, enough to accommodate the same number of children.
He stretched his legs into the gap between the beds, and walked forward cautiously. After reaching the end of the room, Mo Yi stretched his legs and feet a little, and let out a long breath.
He walked to that door, reached out and pushed it open, and found the same light cord in the corresponding corner.
After a slight pull, the overhead light buzzed a few times, then flickered on, lighting up the entire room.
Mo Yi couldn't help gasping.
This room, like the previous one, also has a surprising number of small beds.
However, the only difference is that on the wall of this room, an astonishing amount of brown blood was splashed, piled together, almost turning into deep black, and condensed and dried up on the wall to form horrible traces.
There were marks from bullet holes on the walls.
On each small bed, there were different amounts of blood stains on the dirty cushions, which looked extremely tragic.
It's like... there's a massacre happening here.
There was a stale stench in the room that was almost nauseating.
Mo Yi collected himself, only then did he realize that there were several small rooms in this miserable room.
There are markings on them - "Dean's Room", "Nursing Room", "Storage Room" and so on.
Mo Yi suddenly realized.
He finally knew why the types of rooms above were so rare, and why the public space was so sloppily built.
The orphanage on the ground was just the tip of the iceberg, or in other words, it was a cover, while its real body and internal organs were hidden under the ground.
Then what is the cover of this orphanage on the ground
Mo Yi looked around the astonishing number of small beds in the room, and a guess slowly surfaced in his heart.
His gaze sank, and his pitch-black pupils seemed a little condensed for a moment.
Mo Yi subconsciously turned the flashlight in his hand, and then walked straight to the underground dean's room.
This dean’s room is different from the one on the ground, it’s a mess like being ransacked, tables and chairs are overturned in a mess, yellowed and old documents are scattered throughout the room, all places are covered with a thick layer thick gray.
However, the first thing Mo Yi noticed was the crooked photos on the wall.
The photo has turned yellow, with two big cuts on it and curled corners, but the portrait on the photo is still clearly identifiable.
It was a tall woman, wearing a straight black dress, with her hands clasped, her eyes solemn, with a deep wrinkle between her brows, she was looking straight at the camera.
Mo Yi froze for a moment, and the clipped newspaper he found in the library flashed through his mind—it seemed to be the woman who was hanged above.
At this moment, he stood at the door and hesitated.
In the dean's room on the ground, he almost died, which made him have to be cautious.
After all, Mo Yi didn't know whether the rules above ground were applicable below ground.
If applicable, then there will be no second Song Qi to save him this time.
Mo Yi frowned, carefully recalling any details in the rules—none of them mentioned that there was an underground space here, and the prompt at the beginning of the game told them to act according to the rules.
So... Is it possible to think that in this basement, loopholes in the rules can be exploited
Mo Yi took a deep breath and decided to take a gamble.
He stepped into the dean's room with a big stride, and then firmly pressed his foot against the door to prevent it from closing suddenly. Then Mo Yi lowered his head, watching the hands of his watch slowly turning circles, while tensing his muscles. Stretched, ready to rush out at any time when things go wrong.
The last time he was attacked within ten minutes of entering the door.
So, just to be on the safe side, Mo Yi waited for fifteen minutes this time.
The pointer rotated evenly on the dial, making a soft sound of writing, and the silence enveloped the entire room. Fifteen minutes passed quickly, but nothing happened.
Mo Yi exhaled slowly, and his tense muscles relaxed slightly: Great, it seems that his guess was correct.
He walked quickly into the room, squatted down, and started flipping through the messy and scattered documents.
Many places in those records are vague, and sometimes abbreviations are used instead, and sometimes only the date and the amount of money exchanged are marked.
This is a ledger.
Mo Yi frowned tightly.
On one page, he recognized several familiar names, arranged in order of familiarity: "Daniel…Tommy…John…"
This was exactly the name on the name plate hanging in front of the bed in the room he was in.
It seems to be the original family of the orphan before the name, and the brief introduction of the family situation, there is nothing special about it, but behind the name, there are a few words of counting money and a few simple comments in scribbled handwriting: "Tannery", "Private", "Private".
Mo Yi gripped the yellowed and brittle paper tightly in a daze, leaving a faint warmth on the rough paper with his fingers.
His conjecture just now was confirmed.
This is a transit point for illegal child trafficking. Orphans from all directions are sent to this place, and then placed in the dark and crowded underground, and then sold one by one.
Either they end up in toxic chemical factories, they are bought anonymously by private individuals, or they are shipped out of the country.
And the formal orphanage on the ground was just to cover up the dirty business under it, so it was built so carelessly, because they knew that none of the children who were sent here could stay. It is enough to be able to use the public space here.
Mo Yi's breathing was slightly stagnant, and he murmured subconsciously:
"Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate."
[People who are about to step into this place, give up all hope]