Mo Yi closed his eyes while sitting in the bumpy car.
There is a faint smell of leather in the closed compartment, which is between pungent and comfortable, and it is not unpleasant. Only the sound of howling wind hitting the window and the low-pitched roar of the engine running smoothly can be heard.
As early as the end of the first copy, he had roughly sorted out the police information and media rhetoric of this case, and even brought some specious gossip on the Internet and some private internal information, all of which were completely ignored by him. dug it out.
Zhao Qiulan's life trajectory also showed a clear trajectory.
Whether it was the mother who killed her father out of jealousy and madness, and then tried to enter the school to murder Zhao Qiulan and then committed suicide, or the repeated bullying in the later period, and the school's construction after her sudden disappearance.
The overlap rate with the first dungeon he experienced was astonishingly high.
It is impossible not to connect the two.
According to the information he found, after Zhao Qiulan's death, some "accidents" often occurred in that old teaching building, and there were also rumors of hauntings. It was never taken seriously until someone fell there. The neck was broken and people were killed, so the building was completely abandoned and has been used as a warehouse.
As for the culprit who killed Zhao Qiulan, he was still at large and left City A soon. Twelve years after Zhao Qiulan died, he died in a car accident.
The reason why Zhao Qiulan's body was discovered was because the school decided to renovate, so the abandoned building was pulled down. The construction team found a skeleton in the foundation of the building, and the identity of the skeleton was confirmed by DNA testing.
——It was Zhao Qiulan who had been missing for 22 years.
The car body bumped suddenly, then stopped slowly, and Mo Yi's body leaned forward with inertia.
The respectful tone of the driver in front immediately sounded: "Mr. Zhao, the school is here."
Mo Yi let out a long sigh and opened his eyes.
He reached out to help the rimless glasses that were pressing on the bridge of his nose, and showed a gentle and impeccable smile: "Thank you."
After finishing speaking, Mo Yi adjusted the tie around his neck, opened the car door and got out.
The school's information system and the police's database are full of loopholes. For him, finding all the information about this case from inside is as easy as snatching candy from a child.
And those clichéd "insider revelations" are just meaningless repetitions to him.
—What he needs, something more down-to-earth.
It's a pity, perhaps because this case was related to the previous school leaders, and was vaguely involved with the senior management of city A, this matter basically became an "unspeakable" case.
And the relics in the former teaching building were also deeply locked up.
Mo Yi lowered his eyes, and there was a faint and arrogant smile on the corner of his lips.
So, as early as the end of the last dungeon, after Mo Yi discovered the connection between the game and reality, he began to prepare for today's meeting calmly, including creating a fake identity for himself and spreading some "rumours" .
Seeing the car door open, several people came up to meet him in an instant. The bald middle-aged man at the head hurried forward a few steps and stretched out his hand:
"Hi, Mr. Zhao, welcome. May I ask why you are here?"
He had heard about Mr. Zhao's name before. He has been in the limelight in City A recently. He has done a lot of charity vision and donated a lot of money to many schools. He is a rare funder.
Thinking of this, the smile on the headmaster's face couldn't help but brighten a bit.
Mo Yi pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, with a formulaic smile on his face, he stretched out his hand and shook him gently:
"To tell you the truth, the Zhao Qiulan I found here some time ago is my cousin of the same clan. I came here this time to express my condolences."
The principal's smile froze.
Digging up the corpse from the campus is a huge loss to the reputation of every school, and the rumors cannot be suppressed even by force.
And Zhao Qiulan is the same clan of the patron... that's even worse.
Although the cause of death has not been announced yet, there are many rumors, true or false, circulating in the city, and no matter what kind of rumors they say, they will damage the reputation of the school that cannot be ignored.
Mo Yi squinted his eyes, looked at the headmaster's reaction through the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his dark eyes were calm and unwavering, he paused meaningfully, and continued:
"Of course, the case itself will be handled by the police. As a relative, I am also very relieved to see her injustice rehabilitated. The main purpose of coming here this time is to keep her belongings in order to give relief to the elders in the family. The school talks about cooperation to contribute to the education of the next generation."
The headmaster's expression, which had just collapsed, became excited again in an instant, but collapsed again in the next second.
Mo Yi looked at his unpredictable facial expressions with interest, and suddenly felt his fingers seemed to be softly hooked.
His eyebrows closed, his facial expression faded instantly, and his eyes drooped without a trace.
Look down.
The cuffs of the well-tailored high-end suit exposed the slender wrist bones, hanging quietly by the side of the body, and the five fingers were statically and naturally gathered, which looked normal.
In the next second, Mo Yi felt his palm being slightly scratched.
Mo Yi's heart skipped a beat, he pursed his lips, and collected his five fingers calmly.
He probably thought of who made the trouble at this time.
At this moment, the headmaster's voice sounded again. He looked a little embarrassed and spoke hesitantly: "That... I'm very sorry, there is nothing left of Zhao Qiulan's belongings."
The next second, as if he was afraid that Mo Yi would turn around and leave, his speech speed was a little faster:
"However, we still have the relics of the previous building, that, or, you...?"
The principal's words were slightly toned down due to uncertainty, and he even felt a little guilty at the end.
Mo Yi smirked slightly in his heart.
If he directly asked to see the relics of the teaching building, the headmaster would definitely think that he had other plans, so he would become suspicious, and when he thought that the idea was proposed by himself, he would become so defenseless.
Mo Yi hesitated for a few seconds, and finally agreed with some reluctance, and then was welcomed into the campus by the joyful principal.
After the principal turned his back, he let out a long breath and carefully wiped the sweat off his forehead.
Obviously the other party is still a young man, but for some reason, under the gaze of those dark eyes, he always has a feeling of nowhere to hide.
It was the time for class at this moment, and everyone walked through the empty corridor, the sound of lectures came from the classroom next to the corridor, and the footsteps knocked echoes on the floor.
Staring at this familiar but unfamiliar corridor, Mo Yi couldn't help shaking his mind, and instantly had a strange illusion where magic and reality were intertwined.
Through the clear window, one can see an open space under construction not far from the campus. The half-excavated foundation is exposed, and the construction has obviously been suspended.
This is also why the school is so short of money recently, so it is so urgent to grasp the olive branch he extended.
Mo Yi withdrew his gaze, followed the person in front of him, walked through two connecting corridors, and finally came to a locked warehouse behind the teaching building.
The headmaster took out the key, the sound of the cold iron key colliding with the lock sounded quite empty, and with a harsh "clang", the iron door opened in the dark.
Mo Yi nodded politely at the principal, and said, "If you want to cooperate, you can talk to my assistant first. I want to go in alone and remember my old friend."
The headmaster expressed his understanding.
Mo Yi finally smiled at him, turned around and stepped into the warehouse.
The huge warehouse was cold and damp, filled with a strong smell of dust, which strangely penetrated into people's nostrils, making Mo Yi choked and coughed a few times.
Taking advantage of the dim light and the sunlight from the gray window at the top, Mo Yi stopped in the middle of the warehouse and looked around the whole warehouse.
The ceiling of this warehouse is very high, and the space inside is unusually wide, filled with dusty, dilapidated tables, chairs and sundries.
The chairs with missing arms and legs fell to the ground in desperation, and piled up with others to form a pile of hills. There were many yellowed books buried in the dust, and the writing on them was already blurred.
The entire warehouse was quiet, only the sound of cicadas in early summer could be heard outside the open door of the warehouse.
Mo Yi took a deep breath and walked around the warehouse.
At this moment, he felt his clothes sink slightly.
Maybe it was hooked by something.
Mo Yi ignored it, but bent down to brush the dust off a table, squinting his eyes to observe carefully.
In the next second, the corner of his clothes was pulled again.
Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, and looked along his side, just in time to catch a glimpse of a thin smog that hadn't dissipated from the corner of his clothes.
Mo Yi took out his mobile phone, opened the screen and placed it on the table, and asked in a low voice:
"Is there a problem?"
I saw the keyboard on the phone screen began to automatically input characters: "Follow me."
Immediately afterwards, a small and gentle force wrapped around Mo Yi's little finger, pulling him towards a certain direction.
Mo Yi's brows and eyes became serious, and he reached out to pick up the mobile phone on the table beside him, and followed the force pulling him to the depths of the warehouse.
After passing through several broken blackboards and a large pile of dilapidated and abandoned tables and chairs, the force that had been entangled in his fingers disappeared.
New characters appeared on the phone screen: "Below."
Mo Yi patted the dust on his clothes, followed the guidance, and looked under the half wooden chair in front of him—his eyes froze slightly.
A scorched black and distorted photo frame lay in the dust, as if it had been burned by a raging fire. Only traces of the original silvery white could be seen in a few corners.
It's missing a corner.
—As if reminding him that the things in the dungeon really happened.