The teddy bear sat quietly at the junction of the corridor and the hall, light and darkness were separated behind it.
Although the dark brown fluff is a bit old, it is still clean and soft, and its limbs are intact—like the entire orphanage, the timeline on it seems to have returned to 1919.
Mo Yi stared at it, but before he recovered, Wang Zezhi's voice came from next to his ear:
"What's wrong?"
His voice made Mo Yi slightly distracted, and when he looked towards the corridor again, the teddy bear that was elusive disappeared like last time.
The piece of paper lying in the pool of blood seemed to have lost the magic power attached to it just now, and was soaked and corroded by the bright red blood, slowly swallowing the handwriting written in blood on it, and within a few seconds, it became a piece of paper that fell into the blood. plain paper.
Mo Yi frowned, his eyes darkened.
Why "find me" again? Following the clues of the teddy bear, he found the identities of the two brothers from the basement. Could it be that he had found them
What is the meaning of this repeated prompt
Wang Zezhi walked up to him at this moment, looked at him with some doubts, and asked again: "What's wrong? Why did you stop suddenly?"
Mo Yi came back to his senses, took another deep look at the note that had been soaked in blood, shook his head slowly, and replied, "It's nothing."
After finishing speaking, he calmed down and looked up at the four corridors in front of him—a trail of blood extended into one of the corridors, swallowed by the gradually thickening darkness,
The executioner dragging the corpse should have gone in that direction.
Mo Yi turned around and walked into another corridor.
He stepped into the deep corridor, the light dimmed instantly, the wall lamp on the wall emitted a faint light, illuminating the dark green pattern on the wallpaper, and the new wallpaper with restored color was pasted high up to the ceiling, giving people a sense of relief. Intangible depression.
The floorboards underfoot creaked in disrepair.
As Mo Yi walked, he sorted out the clues that had appeared in his heart.
Now the timeline of the entire orphanage has been rewound to March 11, 1919, and on this day, more than 300 orphans in the orphanage were massacred-now, if the massacre is to be repeated, one side is the perpetrator and one side is a victim.
However, it is clear that the dead cannot be brought back to life with the orphanage.
Then the perpetrator and the victim must find someone to play again.
The newcomer who had troubled him before was obviously picked by the orphanage as the perpetrator—that's why he scratched the same marks on his face as the man in the photo.
Then, they—as default members of the orphanage, were naturally placed in the role of victims.
So... is this arrangement random, or is it selective
Mo Yi closed his eyes slightly, subconsciously tapped his knuckles.
The document that Wang Zezhi took out was signed by many names, and it was obviously signed on the same day-then, the two meals that suddenly improved seem to make sense.
There is a high probability that it is dedicated to entertaining guests.
The ground beneath his feet no longer made an annoying creak, but became quiet and firm.
Mo Yi stopped, then squatted down, and took advantage of the dim light in the corridor to grope on the ground.
He touched the gap on the ground, and then lifted it vigorously, and the blanket was completely lifted by him, revealing the cold steel door panel underneath.
Wang Zezhi asked hesitantly, "Is this the entrance to the basement?"
Mo Yi pursed his lips and nodded, his gaze was still on the iron door—the broken lock on the iron door was gone when he came last time.
Wang Zezhi squatted down and reached out to help pull up the iron gate.
The damp and cold air rushed towards the face, and the long and narrow stairs below were exposed in front of the eyes as the iron door was opened.
—At the end of the stairs, there is a glimmer of light.
Mo Yi walked down a few flights of stairs, then stretched out half of his body, pulled the blanket over, found a good angle, and carefully covered it on the iron door again, so that when they pulled the iron door under the stairs, the blanket would be restored. Cover it.
After finishing these, Mo Yi took a deep breath, calmed down, and walked down the stairs first.
Wang Zezhi followed closely behind.
After walking underground, what greeted our eyes was indeed a bright scene: the wet and exposed rock wall was strong and tall, propping up a whole wide space, the small beds below were arranged neatly, and the yellowed sheets were worn out and shriveled , but not as dusty and grime as the last time I was there.
This is also back to the previous timeline.
Mo Yi waved to Wang Zezhi who was looking around in surprise, then walked through the room and walked towards the wooden door.
Pushing open the door, you can see the clean walls and densely packed small beds, almost identical to the previous room. The shocking bloodstains left by the previous massacre have completely disappeared, and the whole room looks calm and tidy.
Mo Yi turned his head and looked around the whole room, his eyes stopped on one side of the room.
As if to strengthen his determination, he took a deep breath, then raised his feet and walked in that direction.
Wang Zezhi looked at the place Mo Yi was facing, and saw a short and sturdy wooden door at that place, with an English sign on it - "Nursing Worker's Room."
He followed behind Mo Yi, walked carefully through the densely packed small beds in the room, and walked to the wooden door.
Mo Yi stretched out his hand, held the cold doorknob, twisted it lightly, and the door opened slowly.
With a soft rustling sound, the dark and cold atmosphere inside the door penetrated and spread, almost making people feel chills all over.
Mo Yi's eyebrows darkened, he reached out to turn on his flashlight, and without hesitation, he walked towards the door.
Inside this door is a deep corridor. There are two rooms on each side of the corridor, which are dark and open, and look particularly gloomy under the weak light of the flashlight.
Mo Yi swayed in one of the rooms with a flashlight, and showed the vague outlines of the utensils in the room—a room with four single beds and some necessary furniture, simple and simple, but dirty all available.
This is probably where the nurses live.
Mo Yi tightened his fingers holding the flashlight slightly, and continued to walk forward.
At the end of the corridor, there is another room.
The beam of the flashlight swept across the dirty doorplate, illuminating the letters on it - "Infirmary".
Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief.
Great, I found the right place - there are so many people in this orphanage, even if the orphans are dead or alive, it is necessary to prevent a large-scale outbreak and ensure the health of the nursing staff.
However, it was not found on the ground, and there was no trace of the infirmary in the basement before, so it is very likely that it is hidden behind an unopened door.
Now it seems that he was right.
Wang Zezhi took a few steps forward, and by the light of the flashlight, he also recognized the words on the door plate. He was a little puzzled and asked, "What's the matter? Is there anything you need in the infirmary?"
Mo Yi turned his face to the side, and replied thoughtfully: "...to verify one of my guesses."
After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the infirmary, and walked in first.
The infirmary is unexpectedly clean and tidy. The place where the flashlight shines is spotless. All items are neatly placed. Bottles and cans are placed on the shelves in order of size, reflecting under the light of the flashlight. Cold light.
Mo Yi walked around to the back of the table, took out the remaining bandages that he had just bandaged Wang Zezhi, wrapped his palms, and began to carefully turn over the things on the table.
A photo that was turned over and pressed on the bottom layer attracted his attention.
Mo Yi turned it over, and the person in the black and white photo was the man in the previous group photo. He looked much younger, with a petite woman in his arms, who seemed to be his wife.
Half of his face was imprinted with a dark birthmark, and he smiled very kindly, while the face and limbs of his wife in his arms were very stiff, with fear written on the corners of her eyebrows and eyes.
Mo Yi took a closer look, and suddenly found that the man was wearing a summer dress, while every inch of the woman's body was tightly wrapped, and even her hands were covered with gloves, as if she was covering up something.
Wang Zezhi also came over. He looked at the photo in Mo Yi's hand in surprise, and said, "This, is this the man in the photo? Is he a doctor?"
Mo Yi's expression was a little heavy, and he nodded:
"When we were upstairs, we didn't hear Sun Xiaoyan's scream at all, which means that her vocal cords were cut off at the beginning. Her movements are so neat and experienced, and she can't do it without professional skills."
"So... the man behind the scenes is not him?"
The corners of Mo Yi's lips pursed slightly, and he gave a soft "um".
As he put the photo back in place, he said: "He should be a sadist, that's why the orphans and the woman in this photo are so afraid of him, and that's why the mastermind sent him to kill so many orphans."
And it's... massacre.
The expressions of both of them became a little heavy.
Suddenly, in the silence, there was a soft metal sound in the distance, and then the sound of heavy footsteps descending the stairs, penetrating the quiet air and shaking their eardrums.
Mo Yi was startled suddenly—someone came back.
In the shortest possible time, he tried to restore the things on the table to their original state as quickly as possible, and then ran out together with Wang Zezhi.
The infirmary door closed behind them.
There is no fork in the road, once you go out, you will inevitably face up.
The footsteps are getting closer and closer, and every step seems to be stepping on people's hearts.
Mo Yi's heart became more and more tense. Suddenly, his heart moved, he stretched out his hand to hold Wang Zezhi, turned around and rushed into one of the nurse's rooms with the closed door next to him, and then closed the door again.
The two were short, turned off the flashlight, and lay quietly in the darkness.
The footsteps came closer.
Only a slight "click" sound was heard, and the light outside turned on, shining in through the gap between the door and the door frame.
With the dim light, Mo Yi saw a piece of paper lying quietly in front of him.
It lay in the dust, and it was written in crooked colored crayons:
"FIND US"
The author has something to say: Song Qi (drawing out a 40-meter-long knife): Author, tell me why I haven't appeared yet? Mo Yi (press and hold): Don't get excited, a 2-meter knife is enough to kill her, here, here you are.