After Mo Yi finished speaking, he paced around the spot a little irritably, frowning tightly.
Under the dim and cold corridor light, his pale face due to blood loss was even paler at this moment, and there was no trace of blood on his tightly pressed lips.
Wang Zezhi was relieved from Mo Yi's deduction just now, and his back couldn't help but shudder.
He swallowed embarrassingly, and asked, "Well... since we play the victim and the newcomer plays the perpetrator, then... who will play the bystander?"
Mo Yi shook his head solemnly, and replied, "I don't know."
He pursed his lips, and said with some uncertainty: "Just now, when Sun Xiaoyan was tortured and killed, I seemed to hear laughter."
Hearing the words, Wang Zezhi couldn't help feeling cold all over his body, and goosebumps rose instantly. He shrank his shoulders and smiled reluctantly, "You... don't scare me."
Mo Yi raised his eyebrows, but did not answer.
He lowered his head and rubbed the note in his hand, he felt a rough touch under his fingertips, and the flimsy and thin paper made a slight "rustling" sound.
Mo Yi's eyes stopped here at the handwriting on the note, his eyes were dark, and he couldn't see what he was thinking for a while.
The atmosphere in the air was momentarily silent and a little scary.
Seeing him looking at the note over and over again, Wang Zezhi couldn't help breaking the silence, and asked with some doubts: "Isn't there just those words on that piece of paper? What are you looking at?"
His words seemed to have awakened Mo Yi.
Mo Yi raised his head from his own thoughts, and looked at Wang Zezhi with his dark eyes, but they didn't focus on him, as if they passed straight through him.
He answered irrelevantly and said, "I was thinking, where did the corpse go?"
Wang Zezhi was taken aback: Corpse
Mo Yi went on to say: "The massacre was originally to cover up the evidence, so the corpses of more than 300 orphans cannot be transported out blatantly, so where will they go?"
Wang Zezhi's eyes became serious. He reached out and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, thought carefully, and replied, "Could it be that they were shipped out in batches overnight?"
Mo Yi nodded: "It's possible."
After finishing speaking, he held up the note in his hand and showed Wang Zezhi the writing on it:
"But if that's the case, then why did they ask us to 'find them'?"
The answer is ready to come out—the corpses of the orphans are probably hidden in this orphanage.
Wang Zezhi frowned in difficulty: "But this orphanage is so big, where can we find it? And..."
He turned his head to look at the iron door that had been locked, it was glowing coldly in the darkness, lying quietly at the end of the corridor.
Moreover, there is a great possibility that those bodies are downstairs.
Mo Yi's brows frowned even tighter. He raised his head to look at the brightly lit hall on the other side of the corridor, and suddenly seemed to think of something: "I may have a solution."
Before he finished speaking, Mo Yi turned around and walked out of the corridor. His back was thin and straight, and it was particularly reassuring to look at it under the backlight.
Wang Zezhi paused, and followed.
Under the bright lights in the hall, although the blood on the ground was half dry, it was still shocking. A long trail of blood extended into one of the corridors, leaving dark red marks on the smooth ground.
Mo Yi said:
"Since we are playing the role of an orphan in the orphanage, then... after Sun Xiaoyan was tortured and killed, her body must be piled up with other orphans."
Wang Zezhi understood when he saw the blood on the ground, and he continued: "As long as we follow the blood, we can find the bones."
Mo Yi smiled and nodded: he is much smarter than Jiang Yuanbai in the previous dungeon.
The two followed the bloodstains and walked into the corridor.
This corridor is the corridor where the players rest, and it is also the longest one among the four corridors. The end of the corridor is engulfed in dim light and entered darkness. On both sides of the corridor, there are exactly the same rooms side by side, a total of twelve rooms.
The hideous blood stains underground stayed at the beginning of the corridor, and the dragged blood stains turned into large pools of blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs and flesh and blood, as if... a corpse had been dismembered.
Too much splattered blood almost covered the first half of the corridor, almost covering up other traces.
Mo Yi frowned indiscriminately, turned to Wang Zezhi and said, "It seems that we can only find them separately."
Wang Zezhi nodded helplessly.
Mo Yi was in charge of the six rooms on the left of the corridor, and Wang Zezhi was in charge of the six rooms on the right.
Mo Yi turned around and entered the first room on the left. The room had obviously returned to its previous appearance. The lights above the head were no longer dim, and the bright light shone down, but it couldn't dispel the chill in people's hearts at all.
There were irregular bloodstains dripping on the floor of the house.
Mo Yi walked around the room, knocking around, testing whether there is a partition under the wall, bent down to find the gap on the floor, trying to find the same secret room as before.
—It's a pity that they are all solid.
He frowned, turned and walked into the second room.
The interior of the second room is almost identical to the first room, with the same large amount of blood, and the walls and floor of the interlayer chamber are completely absent.
Mo Yi frowned even tighter.
He turned around and walked out from the second room, just in time to meet Wang Zezhi who also came out from the opposite side.
Wang Zezhi wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked, "Did you find anything?"
Mo Yi didn't speak, just stared at him in a daze.
Wang Zezhi's heart froze, he raised his palm and shook it in front of his eyes: "Why..."
Before he finished speaking, the rest of the words were stuck in his trembling throat, unable to squeeze out a single syllable—Wang Zezhi saw blood stains on his raised palm.
He raised his head to look at Mo Yi with some trepidation, but saw Mo Yi standing in front of him, a pair of dark eyes staring at him rightly, and a trace of blood appeared on his pale face.
He muttered in a low voice:
"under your bones, beneath your skin
I'm here with thee foever and ever”
Wang Zezhi was taken aback: This is... the little poem engraved on the table
Although the expression on Mo Yi's face didn't change much, his eyes revealed his restless mood.
The speed of his speech involuntarily accelerated:
"I always thought the subject of this poem was the author, but I was wrong—the subject of this poem is actually the player!"
Wang Ze was taken aback.
Mo Yi's breathing became a little short, he took a deep breath, and continued:
"Ever since entering this dungeon, each of us is under the orphan's bones and flesh!"
Wang Zezhi understood, and his face turned pale in an instant: "So...the corpse was actually on top of our heads all this time?"
Mo Yi nodded—he finally knew where the dark water stains on the ceiling that never disappeared came from before the timeline of the entire orphanage went backwards, and why the ceiling in this orphanage was always so low.
The two walked quickly into the room behind them, looked up into the room, and sure enough, in the gap between the ceiling and the wall, there was a half-dried blood that was dark red to black.
Standing on one of the small iron beds, Wang Zezhi raised his arm to tentatively touch the area of the blood-oozing ceiling. Sure enough, the ceiling loosened and a secret door was pushed open.
The stench of blood rushed to his face, choking Wang Zezhi to cough again and again.
He stood on tiptoe a little, turned on the flashlight he carried with him and shone in. He was instantly shocked by the appearance inside and couldn't speak.
In the dim, dusty compartment, there were densely packed bones, which seemed to be the leg bones of a child. Nearest to him, lay two severed legs with flesh and blood.
No need to think about it, this is part of Sun Xiaoyan's body after being dismembered.
Resisting the desire to vomit, Wang Zezhi jumped down, and truthfully recounted what he saw just now.
Mo Yi nodded with a sullen face, and said, ""If I'm not mistaken, above the entire orphanage are the remains of the children who were dismembered.
Perhaps it was because he had already guessed that Wang Zezhi was not so surprised this time, but he still looked pale. After all, no one can accept that he stayed under more than 300 remains for nearly three days.
Mo Yi turned around and said, "Let's go, let's open the other ceilings as well."
Wang Zezhi nodded, and walked out after him.
They walked through the corridor and were about to walk to another room. However, halfway through, Wang Zezhi suddenly remembered something and asked:
"By the way, I only saw... a part of Sun Xiaoyan on the top. Zhao Yicheng and Song Qi are not on it. Tell me, will they...?"
Mo Yi paused a little, and replied: "Everyone will be assigned a role by the orphanage, and Zhao Yicheng should be the same."
Thinking of Song Qi, Mo Yiwei was in trouble, he really didn't know how to explain this.
"Song Qi" is outside the whole system, and there will be no role assignment, but he can't tell Wang Zezhi that this is the misty form of the lingering ghost, right
Mo Yi frowned, thought about it seriously, and said, "As for Song Qi, just treat him as dead."
Wang Zezhi: "..."? ?
At this moment, a deep voice suddenly came from behind:
"Why didn't I know I was dead."
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