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Chapter 30 Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Mo Yi looked at the "carpet" that had previously covered the ground.
The structure is pressed extremely tightly, and it is very hard to step on, and it is even impossible to find the difference from the normal ground. The wooden texture on it is so vivid that it is almost impossible to distinguish the difference from the previous ground in such a dim lighting environment.
Exquisite workmanship.
Mo Yi commented silently in his heart.
Isn't it a class with this orphanage whose walls are crooked?
The suspicion in my heart grew deeper and deeper.
Mo Yi rolled the blanket aside and turned to look at the iron gate on the ground.
The flat iron door gleamed slightly under the dim light. There were no extra decorations on it. It was smooth and flat. Only one side had something like a handle, lying in the middle of the groove on the ground.
There is a large and old lock on it, which seems to have been destroyed by violence and is already incomplete and broken.
Mo Yi tentatively stretched out the other palm, and forcefully removed the half heavy lock, then held the handle and lifted it upββ
The iron door opened silently.
A cold and damp smell, engulfed in dust and something rotten, came on the surface.
Mo Yi was caught off guard and coughed a few times.
He stretched out his hand to turn on the flashlight and took a picture of the hidden passage.
After losing the iron gate to cover it, the pitch-dark hole was exposed, and layers of stairs extended to the inner bottom, leading to the unknown darkness.
The light beam of the flashlight cannot penetrate the deep darkness of the ground, and at most can only illuminate the first few steps of the uppermost level.
There is thick dust on the area, and obviously no one has been involved in it for a long time.
Mo Yi flipped through the bag and stuck a small clip beside the iron door to prevent the iron door from falling down suddenly after he entered.
Then he bent down and carefully picked up the stairs.
The muddy air that had been closed underground for a long time filled the nasal cavity, and his steps brought up a cloud of dust, which flew in the cold air, flying around in front of the beam of flashlight.
The steps at the foot are narrow and long, and the darker they go down.
The light from the top of the head is getting thinner and weaker, and it is almost impossible to penetrate the narrow cellar, leaving only a fuzzy outline when the head is raised.
Finally, Mo Yi's foot hit the ground.
He left the steps and tentatively walked a few steps forward, moving the flashlight, trying to see where he was.
The light of the flashlight moved throughout the underground space, drawing a fuzzy and unclear outline.
Mo Yiro narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.
It was much bigger than he thought.
At this moment, the flashlight seemed to illuminate a long line hanging in a corner, Mo Yi walked over in the dark, and then stretched out his hand and pulled it gently.
The light came on, illuminating the entire basement.
This place is very vast, with tightly structured and closed ceilings and domes covering and guarding this underground space. The walls are straight and strong, without wallpaper, bare/exposed hard rocks, dirty walls, and being in a cold underground. The ground is wet and water-stained, and the ground is also a gravel ground. When you step on it, you can hear the small sound of friction with the sole.
The most shocking is the densely packed small beds.
They almost filled the entire space, as if to save space, these small beds were extremely close together, with almost no gaps, one after another tightly arranged.
And across these small beds, directly opposite this room, there is a half-covered wooden door.
Mo Yi scanned the whole house roughly, and counted silently in his heart: In this house alone, there are more than 150 small beds, enough to accommodate the same number of children.
He stretched his legs into the gap between the bed and walked forward cautiously. After reaching the end of the room, Mo Yi stretched his legs and feet a little, and let out a long sigh of relief.
He walked to the door, reached out and pushed it away, and found the same light rope in the corresponding corner.
After a slight pull, the overhead light buzzed a few times, and then flickered and lit up, illuminating the entire room.
Mo Yi couldn't help taking a breath.
This room is the same as the previous one, with a surprising number of small beds.
However, the only difference is that the wall of this room is sprayed with an astonishing amount of brown blood stains, piled on top of each other, almost turned into dark black, and dried up on the wall into terrible marks.
There are traces of bullet holes on the wall.
On each small bed, there were different amounts of blood stains on the dirty cushions, which looked extremely tragic.
It's like... a massacre happened here.
There was a stale stench in the room, which was disgusting.
Mo Yi settled down, only to realize that there were several small rooms in this tragic room.
There are labels on them-"Dean's Room", "Nursing Room", "Storage Room" and so on.
Mo Yi suddenly realized.
He finally knew why the types of rooms above were so rare and why the public spaces were so sloppy.
The orphanage on the ground is just the tip of the iceberg, or a cover, and its real body and internal organs are hidden under the ground.
What is the guise of this orphanage on the ground?
Mo Yi looked around at the surprising number of small beds in the room, and a conjecture slowly surfaced in his heart.
His eyes darkened, and his dark eyes looked a little condensed for a while.
Mo Yi subconsciously turned the flashlight in his palm, and then walked straight to the underground dean's room.
This deanβs room is different from the one on the ground. This mess is turned upside down like looted. The tables and chairs are tipped over in a mess, yellowed and old documents are scattered throughout the room, and all the places are covered with a thick layer. Thick ash.
However, the first thing Mo Yi noticed was the skewed picture on the wall.
The photo has been yellowed, with two large holes broken and curled at the corners, but the portrait on the photo is still legible.
It was a tall woman with a straight black dress, her hands curled, her brows solemn, and a deep wrinkle between her brows, she looked straight at the camera.
Mo Yi was stunned, and the clip that he found in the library flashed in his mind-this seemed to be the hanged woman above.
At this moment, he hesitated while standing at the door.
In the Dean's room on the ground, he almost died, which made him have to be cautious.
After all, Mo Yi didn't know whether the rules on the ground were applicable under the ground.
If applicable, there is no second Song Qi to rescue him this time.
Mo Yi frowned, and carefully recalled any detail in the rules-none of them mentioned that there was an underground space here, and the prompt at the beginning of the game was to tell them to act according to the rules.
So... is it possible to think that in this basement, you can take advantage of the rules?
Mo Yi took a deep breath and decided to take a gamble.
He stepped into the dean's room, and then pressed his foot firmly against the door to prevent it from closing suddenly, and then Mo Yi lowered his head, watching the pointer of his watch slowly turning in a circle, his muscles tightened. Stretched, ready to rush out at any time when things go wrong.
He was attacked within ten minutes of entering the door last time.
So, to be on the safe side, Mo Yi waited fifteen minutes this time.
The hands turned evenly on the dial, making a slight sound of word movement, quietly covering the entire room. Fifteen minutes passed quickly, but nothing happened.
Mo Yi sighed slowly, and his tight muscles relaxed slightly: Great, it seems that his guess is correct.
He walked into the room quickly, squatted down, and started flipping through the messy documents.
Many parts of those records are ambiguous, sometimes they are replaced by abbreviations, and sometimes they are even marked with the date and the amount of money exchanged.
This is a ledger.
Mo Yi frowned tightly.
On one of the pages, he recognized several familiar names, arranged in familiar order: "Daniel...Tommy...John..."
This is exactly the name on the name tag hung on the head of the bed in the room he was in.
The name seems to be the original family of orphans, and the brief introduction of the family situation is nothing particularly surprising. However, after the name, there are a few words for counting money and wealth in scribble handwriting, and a few simple comments: "Tanneries", "Private", "Private".
Mo Yi stunned and squeezed the crisp Zhang Fanhuang's paper, his fingers left a faint body temperature on the rough paper.
His previous guess was confirmed.
This is a transit point for the illegal trafficking of children. Orphans from all directions are sent to this place, and then placed in the dark and crowded underground, and then sold one by one.
Either entered a toxic chemical factory, or was bought by private individuals anonymously, or was transported abroad.
And the formal orphanage on the ground was only built to cover up the dirty business under it, so it was built so carelessly and lacking weight, because they knew that none of the children sent here could stay. Enough is enough to be able to use the public space here.
Mo Yi's breathing was slightly stagnant, and he murmured subconsciously:
"All hope abandon, ye who enter in"
[Those who come in, give up all hope]