Mo Yi subconsciously turned his head to look behind him.
The dusty wooden door was closed tightly, and it was tightly stuck together with the twisted door frame. Under the crooked letters, small bloody handprints were stacked one after another, on the dirty door panel Leave shocking traces.
I don't know if it's his illusion, but Mo Yi always feels that these bloody handprints... seem to have increased.
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to put away the ominous omens that came to mind, then lowered his head, and picked up the rolled up paper.
There is a rough and age-like touch under the fingertips, which is quite thick.
Mo Yi pursed his lips, stretched out his hand and spread out the paper.
Dust diffused in an instant, flying under the dim wall lamp, blurring his vision.
Mo Yi coughed slightly from being choked, shook the dust off with his hands vigorously, and then looked intently into his hands.
To his surprise, it was actually a photo.
This is a group photo.
Wrinkled and stained. The most obvious thing is that there are many small brown dots irregularly stained on it, as if it was sprayed.
Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly looked at the lower left corner of the photo.
There was exactly one corner missing.
Mo Yi's heart beat wildly, which made him subconsciously hold his breath.
He knew which photo it was.
It was the picture that hung in a frame in the darkroom in the basement, hastily torn down after the massacre, and replaced by the woman who was hanged.
The little brown dots on it are the blood of the orphans who were sprayed on it.
Mo Yi found the photo with a torn corner from his backpack, took a deep breath, and slowly moved it close to the photo.
Square angle to square angle, gap to gap.
Fits perfectly.
That photo was completed.
The background is the gloomy and cold orphanage under the dim yellow and gray sky. In front of the orphanage, there are rows of short children. Their faces are blurred and stiff, and their malnourished and thin figures are like walking corpses. Their eyes are lifeless. Staring straight at the camera like two black holes.
Standing beside the group of children was a familiar figure: a tall, upright and stern woman, wearing a plain black dress as usual, looking cold and unkind, and standing beside her were several The woman who looked like a nurse also had a numb and indifferent expression.
On the other side of the orphans, a distinctive figure caught Mo Yi's eyes.
It was a man of medium build, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, and he looked mediocre with almost no features. He stood in the corner of the crowd, smiling kindly at the camera.
Mo Yi noticed that the man's hand was casually resting on the shoulder of an orphan next to him, and the orphan's limbs were obviously stiff, and the shoulders were obviously raised and lowered, as if trying to avoid his touch.
Through the yellowed and blurred photo, one can clearly see the emotion written on the child's face—
fear.
Mo Yi's breath stopped. Could this be why the little girl made this her own reward...
Because the real manager of this orphanage is in this photo
Mo Yi's heart beat faster, and he looked carefully at the man in the photo, but half of the man's face was stained with a small piece of brown blood, which made people feel a little nervous.
He stretched out his hand and wiped the rough surface of the photo vigorously, and the remaining floating dust was stirred up by his movements and lifted into the air.
However, perhaps due to the age, the tan bloodstain remained firmly on the surface of the photo, showing no sign of loosening at all.
Mo Yi didn't have much hope at all, so he didn't bother with this anymore, but looked at the photo carefully from top to bottom, and after making sure that he didn't have any clues left behind, he repainted the photo. Roll it up, put it in your backpack, and walk out with your legs up.
Passing through the dark and long corridor, when he was about to reach the hall, Mo Yi heard a whispering sound coming from the hall.
His heart tightened, and he quickly quickened his pace and walked towards the dim light at the end of the corridor.
As soon as he arrived at the hall, Mo Yi was stunned.
—another victim.
This time, it was the rookie who chose to follow Zhao Yi into them.
She fell face up on the floor of the hall, her limbs twisted and twisted under her body like a doll with broken strings.
The gurgling blood slowly spread from under her body, like the flowers of death slowly blooming. There were big holes in her chest and head respectively, and the white bones and internal organs, as well as the broken bones could be seen from the wounds. Red and white brain matter inside the skull.
She stared at the ceiling with a pair of broken cloudy eyes, and large swaths of blood left dirty marks on her pale and distorted side face.
Not hanged.
Mo Yi's eyes were stained with a serious look: Different from the other deaths, this way of killing... is almost like massacre.
At this moment, someone patted his shoulder heavily.
Mo Yi turned his head and saw Wang Zezhi standing behind him panting.
He looked extremely embarrassed, his clothes were crumpled and hung on his body, his hair was messy, and his body was covered with dust, as if he had rolled around on the ground. He clasped his waist with his hands, arched his back, panted heavily, and couldn't speak.
Mo Yi reached out to help him up, but was staggered by Wang Zezhi's weight.
"..."
He let go of his hand as if nothing had happened, turned around, and patted Wang Zezhi on the back to help him relax.
At this moment, Mo Yi found that on Wang Zezhi's neck, there was a circle of swollen and blue strangle marks, which were still slowly oozing blood, which was particularly eye-catching on the pale skin.
His gaze paused imperceptibly.
Wang Zezhi took a few short breaths, and finally recovered from being out of breath. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then said with some shock:
"Just now I..."
As soon as the words came out, both he and Mo Yi were startled at the same time. Wang Zezhi's original warm voice became very hoarse, like a broken gong, piercing the listener's ears like gravel.
Wang Zezhi coughed a few times, cleared his throat, and his voice returned to its previous timbre. Although it was still hoarse, at least it didn't scare anyone:
"Just now... I went to the dean's room."
Hearing this, Mo Yi's eyes instantly became serious. He straightened up, stared at Wang Zezhi, and asked:
"What happened?"
He settled down, and stammered a little:
"I now know how difficult it was for you to get the timetable last time... I... I met a woman," Wang Zezhi's face flashed with panic, he took a deep breath, subconsciously stroked his throat: "I …I almost fell over there."
Mo Yi was taken aback: "Then you are...?"
Wang Zezhi gave a wry smile, and spread out his palms, only to see a small scorched puppet lying in his palm. The puppet's head was completely tilted down, and there were obvious strangle marks on its neck.
He said: "It's because of me... If it wasn't for this item that was exchanged in the game store to help me block it, I'm afraid I would fall there."
After finishing speaking, Wang Zezhi paused, and looked up at Mo Yi with some doubts: "You didn't bring any other props in, did you...? Then how did you get out in the end?"
Mo Yi was taken aback when he heard the words, and subconsciously touched his tightly bandaged left hand.
In fact, the pain is not so much now, and you can even do some simple movements. I have to say that "Song Qi"'s bone setting technique is really good.
Mo Yi drooped his eyelashes, hiding a complex expression in his eyes.
When he raised his eyes again, his usual calm and rational face had returned, and Mo Yi looked around the entire hall without a trace: Song Qi was not there.
He wasn't very surprised.
After all, from the very beginning, when he proposed to split up, he had such considerations in mind.
Mo Yi pursed his lips, looked at Wang Zezhi again, showed a faint smile, and replied vaguely: "Probably... luck."
Seeing his answer like this, Wang Zezhi couldn't continue to ask.
At this moment, Wang Zezhi seemed to think of something, his eyes lit up instantly, and he looked at Mo Yi, his tone became agitated:
"However, this time of distress is not without gains."
After finishing speaking, he unzipped the zipper of his backpack with hands trembling with excitement and extreme, and took out a crumpled document from the bag.
Mo Yi frowned suspiciously.
He clearly remembered that when he was in the dean's office last time, he basically went through most of the documents, so what are these new clues...
Suddenly, Mo Yi seemed to think of something, looked at Wang Zezhi with burning eyes, and asked in a somewhat urgent tone: "When you entered the dean's room this time, what was it like inside?"
Wang Zezhi was taken aback by Mo Yi's unreasonable question, and replied a little confused: "Well...it looks like an ordinary office, nothing special. After I went in, this document was right on the table. right in the middle, when I got it... just..."
"You were attacked?" Mo Yi took up the conversation without warning.
"Hmm... yes." Wang Zezhi stroked the back of his head blankly, then nodded hesitantly.
Deep thought flashed across Mo Yi's eyes.
When he entered the dean's room, he turned the entire office into a mess, overturned all the desks and chairs, and even the bookshelves were pushed down by him. Since Wang Zezhi said that what he saw was an ordinary The office, then it means that after starting the side mission—the dean’s room, like other rooms in this orphanage, has undergone the same changes.
I have to admit that this time Wang Zezhi risked his life to obtain this information, which is very valuable.
Mo Yi's face softened a little, and he took the document from Wang Zezhi's hand, and when he opened it and was about to read it, his eyes accidentally flicked across his wristwatch.
5:02
The alarm clock he set didn't go off.
—The dinner bell in the orphanage didn't ring either.