Mo Yi tilted his head and thought for a while, then suddenly stepped forward and looked at the painting carefully.
After looking at it for a while, he frowned slowly, then reached out and touched the photo frame lightly.
The quality of the photo frame was not very good, and the rough and burr edges pierced Mo Yi's fingertips, causing a dull pain, but what Mo Yi noticed was that on the rough surface of the photo frame, there were a small row of dots. of the bulge.
He increased his strength, and those small bumps fell into his palm in pieces following his movements.
tan.
Mo Yi raised his palm, leaned closer and smelled it, and couldn't help being stunned.
These... should be the dried blood.
According to the arrangement of these blood clots, it should be splashed from the arteries with high pressure.
Mo Yi took a few steps back and carefully examined the wall where the photo frames hung.
There is no wallpaper on the walls, the bare walls are a little yellowed, there are dark water stains and dirty mold in the corners, and there is no trace of blood on it in the entire room, and there are no traces of repainting.
With a thought, Mo Yi pulled an overturned stool from the corner of the wall and stepped on it.
He reached out to hold the sides of the photo frame, and with a little force, he took it off the wall.
As soon as he turned his head, Mo Yi was taken aback by Song Qi who silently appeared behind him.
Song Qi raised his head slightly, stretched out his hand to hold the back of the chair that was crumbling because of the dilapidation and almost fell apart, and then used one hand to help him support the heavy bottom of the photo frame, turned his face to the side, and turned his eyes to look at him:
"Your hand is still hurt, can I help you?"
Mo Yi nodded: "Thank you."
After finishing speaking, he supported Song Qi's outstretched hand, jumped off the chair, and then walked straight to the outside of the dean.
Song Qi easily picked up the heavy photo frame with one hand, and followed Mo Yi's pace.
The walls of the entire room outside the Dean's were covered with layers of dry blood, either splashed or thrown, or even dripping. The dirty brown blood on the wall was shocking, almost It is unbearable to look directly at.
Mo Yi started from the place close to the dean's room, and walked slowly along the wall while carefully observing the direction of the blood on the wall.
Finally, he stopped in the middle of the room.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, his eyes sparkled slightly, and he turned his head to look at Song Qi who was following behind him.
Before he could say anything, Song Qi approached knowingly, stopped by his side, and carefully observed this seemingly inconspicuous wall.
Mo Yi's breathing was a little unsteady, and there was a touch of excitement hidden in his clear and bright eyes. He stood on tiptoe and pointed to a piece of wall above Song Qi's side, and said hastily:
"Look carefully there, there is less blood splatter on the top, but there is a whole line of blood extending from here to there."
In order to point out the direction of the blood, Mo Yi moved closer to Song Qi. Their cheeks were so close that Song Qi could almost feel Mo Yi's warm breath gently spraying on his side face, making him Involuntarily, his whole body tensed up.
Mo Yi didn't notice it, he was still immersed in his own world, his dark eyes became brighter, and his speech became faster and faster:
"Look, the bloodstain suddenly stopped at the top, and then started to spread again not far away."
"There must have been something on the wall here." Mo Yi concluded with certainty, then reached out and pressed Song Qi's shoulder, and turned to look at him. The distance between the two suddenly became extremely close, almost like Mo Yi. It seemed to be half-embracing him.
Mo Yi continued unconsciously: "You carry the photo frame up..."
His words suddenly stopped, and he looked at Song Qi with a strange look: "What's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable? Why are you so red?"
After finishing speaking, Mo Yi was about to reach out and touch Song Qi's forehead.
Song Qi's face couldn't help getting hotter, he hurriedly stopped Mo Yi's hand in mid-air, then shook his head forcefully, and replied: "I'm fine."
It was only then that Mo Yi noticed that the two were too close at the moment, and hurriedly opened a little distance. He smiled apologetically:
"Sorry, I was too excited just now and lost my composure."
However, what Mo Yi didn't see was that after he got a little far away, a trace of disappointment flashed across Song Qi's eyes.
The atmosphere in the air was suddenly awkward.
Mo Yi paused, paused again, looked at Song Qi hesitantly, and finally couldn't help but said:
"That...how long will you hold my hand?"
Song Qi pursed his lips, rubbed his thumb lightly on Mo Yi's palm, and then kept his face calm, and said in a dignified manner:
"Sorry, forgot."
But the tip of his red, bleeding ear revealed his uneasy mood.
Mo Yi glanced at him suspiciously, and continued the topic just now: "Well, you move the photo frame and stand on the bed, and try to see if it can overlap with the blank space on it."
Song Qi nodded calmly, stood up according to Mo Yi's instructions, and pasted the photo frame on the wall.
The corners of the frame and the edges of the bloodstains fit seamlessly together.
—Even the dusty, almost invisible faint marks on the wall overlap seamlessly.
Mo Yi's breath became short of breath. He asked Song Qi to stand down from the cot, and then stretched his hand around the photo frame. With Song Qi's strength, he groped behind the photo frame dexterously with his good hand, and then gently moved A coincidence.
He only heard a soft "click", and the back panel of the photo frame was completely removed by him.
Amidst the dust, the photo frame disintegrated in an instant. Mo Yi quickly caught the photo of the free fall, but unexpectedly, a corner of the fragment slipped from the back of the photo frame.
Mo Yi paused, put the scattered photo frame parts in Song Qi's hand beside him, then squatted down, and picked up the fragment.
It was a corner of a yellowed photo, with obvious tear marks on the top, and on the remaining half of the corner, there seemed to be a few blurred shoes lined up.
Mo Yi's eyes darkened, then he raised his head, held up the fragment to show Song Qi, and said:
"I suspect... the dean who was hanged was framed."
Song Qi raised his eyelids slightly, and asked calmly, "What do you say?"
Mo Yi's eyes flickered slightly, he raised his finger to the blood splattered on the wall, and said:
"This photo frame should have been hung here in the first place, that's why it was stained with these bloodstains. Moreover, the original photo in this photo frame was not this woman, but was replaced afterwards, but their actions were too hasty. A corner of the original photo was torn off and left in the frame."
He paused, reached out to pick up the yellowed portrait of the woman, and continued: "That's why she was hung in the most conspicuous place in the dean's room, so that she can be framed as the mastermind of this orphanage."
When Mo Yi analyzed and explained, his entire face was almost brightened by the vitality in his eyes. Those dark and deep eyes were focused almost affectionately, and the almost effortless charm made people unable to move their eyes away.
Song Qi stared at Mo Yi's smooth profile, his light-colored eyes deepened a little.
"What I suspect now is that the real mastermind, after sending that scapegoat to the gallows..."
Mo Yi frowned, and continued, his forehead seemed to be covered by dark clouds, and he looked a little worried:
"In order to cover up his criminal evidence, I'm afraid he will do anything."
Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked around the bloodstains everywhere in the room, as if something was weighing heavily on his heart, making him a little out of breath. He subconsciously licked his lips and said in a low voice:
"As for the entire orphanage, his greatest evidence... is that there are nearly 300 children in this basement."
Every bloodstain, every life.
...a unilateral massacre to cover up the evidence.
At this moment, a familiar mechanical female voice sounded, and said in a cold and straightforward voice:
"Dangdangdangdang! Congratulations to player No. 08, Mo Yi, for unlocking the hidden plot of this escape game!
The side missions are open, completing the side missions will reward rich points, players please keep working hard! "
Mo Yi was taken aback.
Started side missions
My heart suddenly had mixed feelings, all kinds of emotions were mixed together, and I couldn't tell what it was like.
He glanced at Song Qi, then lowered his eyelashes to cover the expression in his eyes.
At this moment, Mo Yi seemed to remember something, he looked down at his watch: 8:30.
Lights out soon.
In addition, the difficulty of this dungeon is about to increase, and it may be extremely dangerous to stay below.
Mo Yi turned to Song Qi and said, "Let's go, let's go up."
The two climbed up the stairs one behind the other, and closed the iron gate of the underground entrance.
They walked out along the dark corridor, and when they reached the hall, they unexpectedly encountered an uninvited guest.
Zhao Yicheng and Sun Xiaoyan.
The two stood in the middle of the hall with gloomy faces, casting hostile gazes at Mo Yi.
Sun Xiaoyan took a step forward and looked aggressively at Mo Yi: "Do you know what you did?"
Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment, before he could say anything, he just heard Sun Xiaoyan continue to speak sharply:
"You have started a hidden mission! The difficulty of the entire dungeon will increase, you are telling us to die!"
Mo Yi lowered his head slowly as if repenting, and his facial features gradually disappeared in the darkness.
It seemed that Zhao Yicheng raised a hand and pressed it on Sun Xiaoyan's shoulder, stopping her next words.
Then he came forward worriedly, looked at Mo Yi with a gloomy face, sighed hesitantly, and said:
"You... really caused big trouble this time."
But, no, Mo Yi lowered his head and let out a brief chuckle.
He took a step forward.
His facial features were exposed under the slightly dim light, and his emotionless black eyes looked straight at Zhao Yicheng, as if they could see through people's hearts, which was so cold that it was shocking.
Mo Yi smiled and said:
"You finally couldn't bear it anymore."