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Chapter Twenty Five
Mo Yi patted the crumbs on his hands and got up from the low bench.
He walked around the restaurant unhurriedly, gazing around the room without letting go of a clue.
A clock behind the dining table attracted his attention.
It is very worn out, half of the shell has fallen off, exposing the black metal surface underneath it, and it hangs obliquely on the wall behind the dining table. However, unlike other items in this room, the surface of this watch is not A trace of dust seems to have been carefully wiped clean, and, what is even more rare is that the watch has not broken yet, it is still walking stubbornly.
The pointer points to five o'clock.
Mo Yi frowned, with some doubts in his heart.
The game itself will give a countdown, so why set up another conspicuous clock in the copy?
He subconsciously glanced out of the narrow window. In the dark sky, the unknown fluorescent blue numbers were slowly counting down.
The game just passed 5 hours and 20 minutes.
That means...at the same time the game started, the clock started to move.
The mystery in his heart gathered more and more, like a slowly gathering cloud, slowly occupying every corner of Mo Yixin's dirt, blocking his throat, and choking his breath.
This orphanage is different from the last copy. It occupies a larger area and the clues are not as dense as the school. In many cases, I can only watch as more and more doubts, entangled in a mess, but I can’t find anything to solve Thread head.
Mo Yi took a long breath and tried to calm himself down.
The remaining survival time of this copy is still very long, so it can only take time.
He took a deep look at the clock last, then turned and walked towards the hanging figure painted on the wall.
The brushstrokes that the villain painted are very simple and crooked, it should be a child.
The irregularly shaped round head and the thin torso of the limbs supporting the lines look strange on the dirty wall.
Mo Yi took out the note he had completed and compared it with the villain on the wall.
Except for a few places, every detail is almost joined by Yan Si, which seems to come from the same child's pen.
Mo Yixin's head seemed to pass a vague conjecture, but he could never see why.
There is nothing more to investigate in the restaurant.
So he put away the note, turned around to look for Song Qi's figure, and wanted to tell him to leave together.
But as soon as he turned around, he was taken aback by Song Qi who was standing behind him.
Does this person walk without a sound? !
Mo Yi covered his scared heart, slowly said, "Let's go, I've basically seen it here, let's go to other places."
Everyone in the restaurant also started to get up one after another and walked outside the door.
Mo Yi and Song Qi left the restaurant and returned to the hall along the corridor.
The corpse hanging in the middle of the room has disappeared, and only the chair that Mo Yi used to step up the foot is still standing quietly in the dust.
Mo Yi didn't feel surprised. He stared at the empty place for a few seconds, then looked away casually.
He went around the hall a few times, suddenly seemed to think of something, and turned around and ran towards the side hall at the door.
Zhao Yicheng, who had just arrived in the hall, caught his eyes instantly.
I saw Mo Yi bend down and rummaged in the side hall, and soon turned out a large series of old keys and a broken map.
A label is attached to each key, and some English signs are written on it, but part of it is blurred due to the passage of time.
This is a major discovery!
Zhao Yicheng and others' eyes brightened, and they surrounded them instantly.
Mo Yi looked down at the dirty map for a few minutes, then picked a key and held it in his palm.
Next, he spread the large bunch of keys on the counter without hesitation, and said to everyone:
"Everyone take these keys and look for clues based on the map, but you must remember to hang up after reading them, otherwise the clues may be broken."
After he finished speaking, he paused, and his voice became darker: "I'm afraid the process will be very dangerous. It's best not to act alone. Moreover, if you take the key, you must have the courage to accept the consequences of opening that door."
Mo Yi's tone suddenly became serious, like a basin of cold water, instantly extinguishing the excitement that had just risen from the crowd, and became cautious again.
At this moment, a senior woman who had just stood aside silently spoke: "Wait."
Mo Yi was taken aback and turned to look at her.
The senior woman narrowed her eyes, walked towards him, and asked:
"Are you familiar with this place, whether it is the dining bell that is immediately recognized or the clarity of the location of these keys, we can't match it..."
Zhao Yicheng on the side obviously knew her, and he whispered: "Sun Xiaoyan!"
The veteran named Sun Xiaoyan didn't listen. Instead, he took a step forward and asked:
"Do you mind explaining it?"
The people who heard her words couldn't help but shudder, and cast their horrified and suspicious eyes at Mo Yi-this person has been dominating all their actions since just now! Could it be...?
Mo Yi lowered his eyes, his pale and handsome face calm and calm.
In the next second, he raised his eyes and looked at Sun Xiaoyan. His eyes were very dark. When there was no emotion, it was like the night without stars, which almost forced the person being watched to look away.
Mo Yi said:
"The fixed configurations in the United Kingdom public orphanage, such as the location of bells and keys, are regulated in United Kingdom. Most of them have been used since the From one war. Are you satisfied with this explanation?"
Sun Xiaoyan obviously did not expect this answer. After listening to Mo Yi's words, she froze for a while with some unreasonable reasons, but still quibbleed:
"Well, no one can prove that you are telling the truth? And why do you say this is from United Kingdom? Are you in the orphanage of United Kingdom...?"
Hearing her words getting more and more excessive, Zhao Yicheng raised her voice again, and interrupted her somewhat angrily:
"Sun Xiaoyan! You have enough!"
Sun Xiaoyan swelled and said no more, Zhao Yicheng gave him a look, turned his head and said to Mo Yi:
"That... I'm very sorry, Little Yan..."
Before Zhao Yicheng could finish, Mo Yi interrupted him quickly:
"It's okay, I didn't take it to heart, now the most important thing is to find clues."
After speaking, he turned around and walked in the corridor on the other side.
Song Qi glanced at Sun Xiaoyan with a deep gaze, then turned around to follow Mo Yi and walked inward.
At that moment, Sun Xiaoyan's complexion instantly turned pale, and he was nailed to the spot stiffly, and the physiological cold sweat flowed down her back like a waterfall.
—— Those light-colored eyes, like inorganic eyes, cruel like a god of death who doesn’t care about other people’s lives. They are the cold and contempt of predators, making her feel the instinctive fear and tremor almost from the depths of her soul. .
"Little Yan, Little Yan!" Zhao Yicheng's voice awakened her from the devil: "What's wrong with you?"
Sun Xiaoyan shook his head reluctantly, staring at the back of the two of them going away in shock.
Why does that man... why does he have such terrible eyes?
The two of them walked forward one after another, the silence seemed a bit solemn. In the silence, only the wooden floor under their feet could be heard creaking overwhelmedly.
The wall lamp in front is getting dim, it is almost impossible to penetrate the dense and solid darkness, and can barely emit a dim yellow halo, illuminating a small area by the wall.
The gloomy cold air is like tarsal bone marrow, climbing up the human tail vertebrae.
Mo Yimeng stopped.
saw a teddy bear upright in the front of the corridor.
Its brown hairs are sparse, its limbs hang barely on its limbs, it lacks an eye, and the only remaining black eye is gray and crookedly stitched to the face.
It tilted half of its mutilated body and looked at Mo Yi quietly with the only remaining, dusty and cracked eyes.
——It is the teddy bear that has appeared in his room.
There was a thin layer of cold sweat on Mo Yi's back.
Song Qi's deep voice came from behind: "What's the matter?"
His voice made Mo Yi couldn't help shaking his mind.
In the next second, when he fixed his eyes again, the front of the corridor had become empty.
That teddy bear just disappeared.
Mo Yi had some thoughts that didn't belong, he opened his mouth, his heart turned a thousand times, and his voice asked in a hoarse voice:
"did you see……?"
"--What?" The child's crisp voice sounded in his ears, with the child's unique innocence, took his words and asked softly.
These two words are very close, as if they were whispering in his ear!
Mo Yi's scalp exploded and turned back as fast as he could!
——There is nothing behind him.
There is no Song Qi, no lights, no corridors, no retreat.
Nothing in the literal sense.
Only the boundless, swallowed all the darkness of light, opened his arms in silence, swallowed towards him.
Mo Yi was stiff and cold, and fine beads of sweat slowly leaked from his forehead.
His dry apple moved, turned around, and stared at the remaining corridor in front of him.
The corridor was long and dark, and a closed door could be vaguely seen in front of him-there was his destination.
Mo Yi squeezed his palm subconsciously. The edge of the old-style key was hard and cold, and it hurt in his palm.
Now there is no way out.
He settled, and walked to the door.
The dusty wooden door stands quietly at the end of the corridor. The sign on the door has been eroded and blurred, but the English characters on it are still vaguely recognized:
"Dean chamber".
Some rusty slender keys were inserted into the keyhole, making a small and crisp metal crashing sound. Mo Yi's fingers exerted force, only a slight "click" sound was heard, and the door opened in response.
The smell of dust rushed over.
Mo Yi paused, stretched out his hand to push the door wider, and then walked in without hesitation.
Unexpectedly, the light inside the door is still bright, the light illuminates the spacious interior through the dusty lampshade, the old-fashioned dark green wallpaper is a little wrinkled, but it is clean and decent.
The low ceiling was a bit uneven, with a few dirty water stains.
The room was full of tables, chairs and cabinets, which looked messy.
Mo Yi stepped forward, flipping the debris on the table hastily.
There are many things, but they are of little value.
He knelt down and opened the drawer under the table.
There were a lot of crumpled papers lying in the drawers, stacked together randomly. Mo Yi scanned quickly. One of the rough yellow-brown papers caught his attention: Iris Municipal Orphanage, Shi Built in 1913.
Below, the whole picture of the orphanage is drawn with exaggerated brushstrokes. At the brand-new entrance of the orphanage, a row of orphans and nurses are standing with a bright smile.
The following lines are blurred.
Mo Yi pursed his lips and put the stack of documents back in the drawer.
This building is actually quite shoddy. In many places, even a layman like him can see that he cut corners, it is a miracle that it can last for 20 to 30 years.
And now it appears, although shabby, but at least it is still complete.
It seems that there is not much deviation from the age he estimated at the beginning.
But apart from this, there are no valuable clues.
Mo Yi's mood inevitably became a little urgent. He pushed the drawer back, turned and opened the cabinet by the wall, and then hurriedly searched for it.
No...no...no...
His brows were frowned, and a deep thought was stamped between his brows.
A few drops of hot sweat slowly slid down his temples, dripping into the collar along the lines of his face.
Mo Yi's men kept moving, but he was obviously anxious.
——No specific files or documents of orphans can be found anywhere.
Suddenly, Mo Yi's movements stopped stiffly.
A cold chill came suddenly, and the temperature around the body dropped by several degrees. The frigid chill penetrated into the texture through the thin clothing, almost frightening.
Such a strange temperature change caused Mo Yixin's head to shrink suddenly.
An inexplicable horror instantly grabbed his heart, making his blood cold and almost stagnant.
Mo Yi's brain was blank, but his body had already subconsciously started to act first!
He was short!
A noose ran along the top of his head, bringing a gust of wind!
There was a chill behind Mo Yi, he didn't dare to act rashly, but slowly turned his head to look behind him.
The spine rattled.
He could hear his blood hitting his eardrums, making a hot agitation, desperately clamoring for danger!
At this moment, Yu Guangshou of Mo Yi came into a shadowy shadow.
——He is not the only one in this room.
The goose bumps all over his body exploded in an instant, and there was cold sweat on the back of his neck.
In Yu Guang, the shadow is slowly approaching.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, exhaled slowly and tremblingly, and then lay down abruptly!
He stepped forward and rolled to the side of the cabinet, then stretched out his leg and slammed the cabinet's decaying anchor point!
The tall cabinet collapsed!
It happened to fall to the approaching shadow.
Fluttering dark yellow and white documents and pieces of paper came out, with gravity and the potential energy of dumping pouring down into the entire room, like a spectacular waterfall.
At this moment, Mo Yi, who was lying on the ground, got up with a grunt. The moment he wanted to raise his head, he couldn't help but froze for half a second.
He saw that behind the cabinet, there was a very long dark yellow paper, which was carefully framed in a beautiful wooden frame, on which a lot of words were written in English swashes.
Mo Yi paused, a dazed expression flashed across his face.
The pieces of paper in the room fell one after another, returning to silence.
——At this moment, the temperature dropped sharply!
Mo Yixin's descent was not good. He was in a flash of light. He only had time to raise his palm to the front of his neck, and he could only feel a cold breath coming from the back of his neck.
In the next second, the haunting noose struck again!
The rough rope tied his neck and tightened cruelly, labor loss Mo Yi raised his hand to his throat, otherwise he would be hanged instantly.
Mo Yi gritted his teeth and resisted the gradually tightening rope with his palms. The sound of knuckle fractures came from "click" and "click".
At this time, his feet suddenly vacated.
At that moment, Mo Yimeng recalled:
The cause of death of the hanged man was not asphyxiation, but... a broken neck bone.