Mo Yi subconsciously tightened his fingers, and thin wrinkles appeared on the cover of the document, spreading like a spider web. The thin knuckles turned bluish white with force, which looked shocking.
His lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, the pale color of his lips almost disappeared.
What happened
Why did the ringtone disappear
Could it be the countdown in the restaurant...
Mo Yi raised his head abruptly, and ran towards the restaurant, his ears were filled with the wind brought by the quick steps, so that he could hardly hear other voices around him.
He stopped his pace abruptly at the door of the restaurant, almost stopped his body leaning inward, and then quickly grabbed Wang Zezhi, who was running after him, with a dazed face.
Wang Zezhi staggered a few times, and stabilized himself by holding on to the door frame of the restaurant. He straightened his crooked glasses, his face full of doubt and uneasiness, he opened his mouth, and asked in a hoarse voice: "...why? gone?"
Mo Yi turned over his wrist solemnly, and pointed to the dial of his watch.
Wang Zezhi was stunned for a moment, and followed Mo Yi's fingers to take a closer look, his complexion instantly became ugly.
The reason why the bell is no longer ringing is temporarily unknown, but the result is self-evident-the old timetable may no longer be used.
Wang Zezhi took a step back, and the way he looked at the restaurant changed. After all, he still remembered how miserable the player who entered the restaurant by mistake died on the first day because he didn't know the timetable.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and peeked at Mo Yi who was standing beside him.
Mo Yizheng looked straight into the restaurant, with a pair of extremely dark eyes squinting thoughtfully. The bright lights in the restaurant and the dim wall lamps in the corridor divided his face into light and dark, making his facial features more apparent. The lines are clean and sharp.
He seems to always be in front of him without changing his expression. No matter what happens, he looks so calm and rational, making people feel at ease just looking at him.
There seems to be a strange magic power in this man, people always involuntarily regard him as the backbone, and subconsciously want to believe in his judgment and decision-making.
Wang Zezhi took a deep breath and asked:
"What do we do now?"
Hearing this, Mo Yi glanced at him quickly, his eyes paused for a moment on the wound on his neck, and then replied: "First bandage it for you, and then I will look for clues in the documents you found, and then decide on the next step." How to do it."
He dug out bandages and wound medicine from his backpack, handed them to Wang Zezhi, then turned and walked out of the corridor.
Wang Zezhi took the wound medicine, walked quickly to keep up with him, and asked doubtfully as he walked, "Then, where are you going now?"
"Hall." Mo Yi waved his hand without looking back, and replied: "In the timetable, the hall is basically a blind spot. Basically, there are few express regulations on whether the hall is not allowed to enter during a certain time interval."
Wang Zezhi thought: Yes, it is not sure whether the existing timetable is really invalid. Staying in the lobby is the safest and safest way.
After thinking this through, he also cheered up and followed Mo Yi out.
The hall was still the same as when they left, without any tendency to change. This made Wang Zezhi feel at ease. He stretched out his hand to unscrew the wound medicine that Mo Yi threw to him just now, and began to apply the medicine to himself with awkward movements.
And Mo Yi stood aside, and with the help of the brighter light in the hall, opened the document that he had held in his hand for a long time.
The paper is very new, flat and shiny, as if it is brand new. This seems to be an extremely concise agreement, the specific transaction content is vaguely skipped, and only a huge number is written on the paper, which is particularly eye-catching.
Mo Yi read the whole text three times, but still felt in a fog, completely unaware of what this agreement was drafted for.
He frowned, and turned to the next page with doubts in his heart.
The date of signing in dark blue handwriting immediately became apparent: March 11, 1919.
Mo Yi was taken aback.
He remembered that the record document of the two brothers in the basement was dated March 10, 1919, which means that this document was signed the day after the records of the two brothers stopped.
Moreover, on this date, the false director who was framed and framed should have been imprisoned. Therefore, the signer of this document should most likely be the person in charge of the orphanage behind the scenes.
Mo Yi stared thoughtfully at the string of cursive English signed at the end of the document, and subconsciously stroked it with his fingers:
The signer of this document should be a man's handwriting—this instantly reminded him of the ordinary man standing beside the orphan in the group photo.
Mo Yi frowned indiscriminately, his deep eyes were black and bottomless, he withdrew his finger on the paper, and was about to turn it backwards, but he saw a faint mark left on the place he pinched. Dark blue finger marks.
Startled for a moment, he looked at his fingers.
The fingertips were wet with ink, and slowly smudged along the lines on the fingers, leaving a fuzzy and semi-dry ink mark in the middle of the fingertips.
—Wait, the ink isn't dry yet
Mo Yi twirled his fingertips, watching thoughtfully as the remaining ink on the fingertips was crushed and spread out by body temperature, turning into a light color between the two fingers, like light blue mist clinging to the fingers. same as above.
The countdown of the clock in the restaurant.
More and more brand new orphanage.
— Like, time is going backwards.
And March 11, 1919, was the end of this regression.
Such a terrible idea suddenly popped up in Mo Yi's mind—they may have entered the timeline of the day now, and what they are deep in now is the orphanage back then.
His breath came in a sharp suffocation.
When he was at the entrance of the restaurant just now, Mo Yi saw that the clock was still running backwards and showed no signs of stopping—and at that time, the minute and hour hands of the clock were exactly pointing at 5:40.
Mo Yi looked down at his watch: it is 5:20 now.
In other words, after 10 minutes, the time of the clock that was going backwards... coincided with the time on his watch that was going forward.
It's like the coincidence of two timelines.
Just when Mo Yi was thinking distractedly, Wang Zezhi's voice suddenly rang out, waking him up from his own thoughts:
"That... can you help me, please?"
Mo Yi's eyes flashed in a daze for a moment, as if he didn't realize that there were other people in this room. He looked around and saw Wang Zezhi holding a bunch of messy bandages with an embarrassing expression on his face. Some looked at him embarrassedly.
One end of the bandage was randomly wrapped around his neck, and the other end was wrapped around his hands and shoulders, with some wound medicine and half-dried blood stained on it, making him look in a mess.
Mo Yi understood: It is really not easy for a person to bandage his own injured neck. It just so happens that thinking hard now won't yield any results, so it's better to change the way of thinking.
While thinking, Mo Yi stuffed the document into his backpack, stood up, walked to Wang Zezhi's side, and took the bandage from his hand.
In the nimble and slender fingers, the long and snow-white bandages were neatly wrapped around Wang Zezhi's neck in circles, and the side of the neck was tightly sealed with medical tape in a neat way.
Mo Yi's fingertips brushed against Wang Zezhi's exposed skin unconsciously.
The cold and sharp touch almost shocked Wang Zezhi. Goosebumps were instantly aroused on his warm and smooth skin. He subconsciously tilted his head and wanted to avoid it, but he felt that Mo Yi's cold hands left in a second. over him.
Wang Zezhi shrank his shoulders, stretched out his hand to touch his neck, being careful not to touch his wound, and pressed back the goosebumps that appeared one after another with the warm temperature of his palm.
He couldn't help but have some doubts:
Mo Yi's body is so cold that his hands are as cold as ice.
Mo Yi didn't notice the twists and turns in Wang Zezhi's heart. After helping him seal the bandage for the last time, he straightened up again and looked around the whole hall casually.
At this moment, Mo Yi discovered something was wrong.
There were only the two of them left in the hall.
I don't know when, those three people disappeared.
Mo Yi's heart beat violently, a strange and ominous premonition was like a sponge filled with water, filling and dominating all his senses, and it was almost hard for him to breathe due to the oppression.
He took a few steps in the direction of the corridor, held his breath, and listened intently.
In the dark, dead silence deep in the corridor is a darkness that cannot penetrate light, as if swallowing all sounds, and the cold silence is like a towel soaked in water, pressing heavily on a person's mouth and nose.
Mo Yi took another step closer.
He looks down at his watch—5:30
Just when the second hand crossed the number "12" on the dial, the whole hall suddenly started to vibrate faintly, causing Mo Yi to stagger unexpectedly, and then leaned on the wall a little bit unsteadily to stabilize his figure. .
When he raised his head again, the whole hall changed drastically.
The clean and brand-new chandelier exudes bright light above the head, the dark green wallpaper and the dark brown carpet have clear lines, and the reception desk at the entrance is spotless.
It is completely different from the dusty orphanage before, and it is hard to believe your eyes.
Just as Mo Yi and Wang Zezhi looked at each other in dismay.
In the depths of the dark corridor, there was suddenly the sound of hurried and heavy footsteps!
Approaching them at a speed that is difficult to react!
Almost the next second is just around the corner!