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Chapter 39 Chapter Thirty Nine
Chapter Thirty Nine
Mo Yi tightened his fingers subconsciously, and fine wrinkles appeared on the cover of the document, spreading like a spider web. The thin knuckles turned vigorously blue, looking shocking.
His lips were pressed into a straight line, and the pale lip color almost disappeared.
What happened?
Why did the ringtone disappear?
Could it be the countdown in the restaurant...?
Mo Yimeng raised his head and ran towards the dining room, his ears were filled with the sound of the brisk walking, so that he could hardly hear other sounds around him.
He halted his steps at the entrance of the restaurant, and could stop his body leaning inwards, and then quickly grabbed Wang Zezhi, who was running with him, with a blank face.
Wang Zezhi staggered twice before he supported the door frame of the restaurant to stabilize his figure. He supported the oblique glasses with heavy doubts and anxiety on his face. He opened his mouth and asked in a hoarse voice: "... what happened?"
Mo Yi turned his wrist solemnly, and pointed his finger at the dial of his watch.
Wang Zezhi was stunned, followed Mo Yi's fingers and looked closely, his complexion instantly became ugly.
The reason for no longer ringing the bell is temporarily unclear, but the result of this is self-evident-the old timetable may not be used anymore.
Wang Zezhi took a step backwards, his eyes changed when he looked at the restaurant. After all, he still remembered how terribly the player who entered the restaurant died because he didn't know the timetable on the first day.
He swallowed a mouthful of water and peeked at Mo Yi who was standing beside him.
Mo Yizheng looked straight into the dining room, a pair of extremely dark eyes squinted thoughtfully. The bright lights in the dining room and the dim wall lamps in the corridor divided his face into light and dark, making his facial features more obvious. The lines are neat and sharp.
It seems that he will always be Taishan collapse in front of him without changing his appearance. No matter what happens, he is so calm and rational, which makes people feel at ease just watching him.
There seemed to be a strange magical power in this man, which made people always involuntarily regard him as the backbone and subconsciously want to believe in his judgment and decision-making.
Wang Zezhi took a deep breath and asked:
"What shall we do now?"
Hearing the words, Mo Yi glanced at him quickly, his eyes stopped for a moment on the wound on his neck, and then replied: "First I will bandage you, then I will look for clues in the information you found, and then decide the next step. How to do it."
He took out the bandage and wound medicine from his backpack, handed Wang Zezhi's hand, and then turned and walked out of the corridor.
Wang Zezhi took the wound medicine, took a few quick steps to keep up with him, and asked doubtfully as he walked, "Well, where are you going now?"
"Lobby." Mo Yi raised his hand without looking back, and replied: "In the timetable, the lobby is basically a blind spot. Basically, there are very few explicit stipulations whether the lobby is not allowed to enter at a certain time interval."
Wang Zezhi thought: Yes, it is still not sure whether the existing timetable is really invalid. It is the safest and safest way to stay in the hall.
After thinking of this, he also became energetic and walked out with Mo Yi.
The hall was still the same as when they left, without any tendency to change. This made Wang Zezhi's heart a little rest, stretched out his hand to unscrew the wound medicine that Mo Yi threw to him just now, and began to act awkwardly on himself.
Mo Yize stood aside, and opened the document that had been held for a long time by the brighter lights in the hall.
The paper is very new, flat and shiny, and seems to be brand new. This seems to be an extremely concise agreement. The specific transaction content has been vaguely skipped, and only a large number is written on the paper, which is particularly eye-catching.
Mo Yi read the whole text three times, still feeling a cloud of mist, completely unaware of what the agreement was drawn up for.
He frowned, with doubts in his heart, and turned to the next page.
The date of signing in ink blue handwriting instantly came into view: March 11, 1919.
Mo Yi was taken aback.
He remembered that the record file of the two brothers in the basement was dated March 10, 1919, which means that the file was signed the day after the two brothers stopped recording.
Moreover, on this date, the false dean who was framed and framed should have already been in jail. Therefore, the signatory of this document should probably be the person behind the orphanage.
Mo Yiro stared thoughtfully at the string of swash English signed at the end of the document, and stroked it with his fingers subconsciously:
The signer of this document should be a man's handwriting-this made him instantly Lenovo arrived in the group photo, the ordinary man standing next to the orphan.
Mo Yi frowned without a trace, and his deep eyes were dark and bottomless. He retracted his fingers on the paper and prepared to turn back, but only a faint trace was left in the place he pinched. Ink blue finger marks.
He was taken aback for a moment and looked at his finger.
The fingertips were wetted with ink, and slowly blended along the lines on the fingers, leaving a fuzzy half-dry ink mark in the middle of the fingertips.
——Wait, the ink hasn't dried yet?
Mo Yi twisted his fingertips and watched thoughtfully as the remaining ink on his fingertips was crushed and diffused by body temperature, turning into a light color between the two fingers, like a light blue mist attached to the fingers. Same as above.
The countdown of the clock in the restaurant.
The orphanage is getting brand new.
——Like, time is going backwards.
And March 11, 1919, was the end of this retrogression.
Such a terrible thought suddenly appeared in Mo Yi's heart—they may have entered the timeline of the day now, and what they are now deep in is the orphanage back then.
His breath choked sharply.
When was at the entrance of the restaurant just now, Mo Yi saw that the clock was still moving backwards, and there was no sign of stopping - at that time, the minute and hour hand of the clock happened to point at 5:40.
Mo Yi looked down at his watch: It's 5:20 now.
In other words, after 10 minutes, the time of the clock that was going backward... just coincided with the time that was going on his watch.
It's just like-the coincidence of two timelines.
While Mo Yixin was thinking distraughtly, Wang Zezhi's voice suddenly rang, awakening him from his thoughts:
"That... can you help me?"
Mo Yi's eyes flashed for a moment, as if he hadn't realized that there were other people in this room. He followed the reputation and saw Wang Zezhizheng holding a messy bandage with embarrassment on his face. Somewhat embarrassingly looked at him.
One end of the bandage was randomly wrapped around his neck, and the other end was wrapped around his hands and shoulders, with some wound medicine and semi-dry blood stains, looking embarrassed.
Mo Yi knows: It's really not easy for a person to bandage his injured neck. It just so happens that thinking bitterly now will not produce any results, it is better to change your mind.
While thinking, Mo Yi stuffed the document into his backpack, stood up, walked to Wang Zezhi's side, and took the bandage from his hand.
In his dexterous and slender fingers, the long, snow-white bandage was properly and honestly wrapped around Wang Zezhi's neck, and the side of the neck was tightly sealed with medical tape with a neat technique.
Mo Yi's fingertips unconsciously wiped Wang Zezhi's naked/exposed skin.
Wang Zezhi, who was almost grateful with a cold, sharp touch, couldn't help but shook. The warm and smooth skin was instantly aroused by goosebumps. He subconsciously tilted his head and wanted to hide, but only felt that Mo Yi's cold hand left in the next second Up him.
Wang Zezhi shrank his shoulders, stretched out his hand to touch his neck, carefully not touching his wound, and pressed back the goose bumps that came out one after another with the warm temperature of his palm.
He couldn't help but wonder:
Mo Yi's body was so cold that he made his hands cold like ice.
Mo Yi didn't notice the bend in Wang Zezhi's heart. After helping him finally seal the bandage, he straightened up again and looked around the entire hall indifferently.
At this moment, Mo Yi found something wrong.
Only two of them were left in the whole hall.
I don't know when, those three people have disappeared.
Mo Yi's heart beat fiercely, a strange and unknown premonition was like a sponge full of water, full of all the senses that dominated him, and he could hardly breathe under pressure.
He walked a few steps in the direction of the corridor, holding his breath and listening carefully.
The deep silence of the corridor is dark, impenetrable to light, as if it has swallowed all the sounds, the cold silence is like a towel soaked in water, heavily pressing the mouth and nose.
Mo Yi took a step closer.
He looked down at his watch-5:30
Just as the second hand crossed the number "12" on the dial, the entire hall suddenly began to faintly vibrate, making Mo Yi staggered unexpectedly, and then a little bit unsteadily supporting the wall before reluctantly stabilizing his figure. .
When he raised his head again, the whole hall changed drastically.
The clean and brand-new chandelier exudes a bright light overhead, the dark green wallpaper and dark brown carpet have clear lines, and the reception desk at the door is spotless.
It was completely two different buildings from the dusty orphanage before, and it was almost impossible to believe my eyes.
Just as Mo Yi and Wang Zezhi looked at each other.
Deep in the dark corridor, there suddenly came the sound of rapid and heavy footsteps!
Approaching them at a speed that is difficult to react!
Almost the next second is near!
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