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Chapter 43
Chapter 43
After Mo Yi finished speaking, he paced irritably on the spot, frowning tightly.
Under the dim and cold corridor lights, his pale face due to blood loss was even more pale at this moment, and there was no trace of blood on his tight lips.
Wang Zezhi was relieved from Mo Yi's inference just now, and he couldn't help but feel a flurry of hair behind his back.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked, "Well...Since we are playing the victim, the newcomer is playing the perpetrator, then...who will be the onlooker?"
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."
Wang Zezhi couldn't help getting cold when he heard the words, and the goose bumps instantly formed a layer of goose bumps. He shrank his shoulders and said with a reluctant smile: "You... don't scare me."
Mo Yi raised his eyebrows without answering.
He lowered his head and rubbed the piece of paper in his hand, a rough touch came from his fingertips, and the fragile and thin paper made a slight rustling sound.
Mo Yi's eyes stopped here on 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 a little frighteningly silent for a while.
Wang Zezhi saw him looking at the note over and over there, and couldn't help breaking the silence a little, and asked with some doubts: "Aren't there just those words on that piece of paper, what are you looking at?"
His words seemed to awaken Mo Yi.
Mo Yi lifted his head from his thoughts and looked at Wang Zezhi with pitch-black eyes, but he didn't focus on him, as if passing straight through him.
He replied unexpectedly: "I was thinking, where is the body?"
Wang Zezhi froze: Corpse?
Mo Yi then said: "The slaughter was originally meant to cover up evidence, so the corpses of more than 300 orphans cannot be blatantly transported out, so where will they go?"
Wang Zezhi's gaze became serious. He stretched out his hand and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, thought about it carefully, and replied, "Could it be delivered in batches overnight?"
Mo Yi nodded: "It's possible."
After finishing speaking, he raised the note in his hand and showed Wang Zezhi the writing on it:
"But if so, why did they let us "find them" again?"
The answer is ready to come out-the bodies of orphans are likely to be hidden in this orphanage.
Wang Zezhi frowned awkwardly: "But this orphanage is so big, where can we find it? And..."
He turned his head and looked at the iron door that had been unlocked. It glowed coldly in the dark, lying quietly at the end of the corridor.
Moreover, those corpses have a great possibility-downstairs.
Mo Yi's brows tightened. He raised his head and looked at the brightly-lit hall on the other side of the corridor. He suddenly seemed to think of something: "I might have a solution."
Before he could finish his words, Mo Yi turned and walked out of the corridor, his back was thin and straight, looking at it under the backlight was extremely reassuring.
Wang Zezhi paused and followed up with his legs.
Under the bright lights in the hall, although the blood stains on the ground were half dry, it was still shocking. A long trail of blood stretched into one of the corridors, leaving dark red marks on the smooth ground.
Mo Yi said:
"Since we are acting as an orphan in the orphanage, then... after Sun Xiaoyan was tortured and killed, her body must be stacked with other orphans."
Wang Zezhi had already understood when he saw the blood on the ground, he went on to say: "As long as we follow the blood, we can find the bones."
Mo Yi smiled and nodded: Much smarter than Jiang Yuan Bai in the last copy.
The two followed the blood stains and walked into the corridor.
This corridor is the corridor for players to rest, and it is also the longest of the four corridors. The end of the corridor was swallowed into the darkness by the dim light. On both sides of the corridor, there are twelve identical rooms juxtaposed.
The hideous bloodstains in the underground stayed at the beginning of the corridor, and the dragged bloodstains turned into large swathes of blood, mixed with internal organs and pieces of flesh and blood, as if they were...
Excessive splashes of blood almost covered the first half of the corridor, almost covering up other traces.
Mo Yi frowned without a trace, turned his head and said to Wang Zezhi: "It seems that I can only find it separately."
Wang Zezhi nodded helplessly.
Mo Yi is in charge of the six on the left of the corridor, and Wang Zezhi is in charge of the six on the right.
Mo Yi turned and entered the first room on the left. It was obvious that the room had returned to the way it used to be. The light above his head was no longer dim, and the bright light was shining down, but it could not dispel the chill in people's hearts.
The floor in the room was dripping irregular blood.
Mo Yi walked around the house, knocking around, testing whether there are any compartments under the wall, bending down and searching for the gap on the floor, trying to find the same secret room as before.
——Unfortunately, they are all solid.
He frowned, turned and walked into the second room.
The second room is almost the same as the first room. There are also a lot of blood stains. There is no wall and floor of the mezzanine compartment.
Mo Yi's brows frowned tighter.
He turned around and walked out of the second room, just in time when he ran into Wang Zezhi who also came out from the opposite side.
Wang Zezhi wiped the sweat on his forehead and asked, "Did you find anything?"
Mo Yi didn't speak, staring at him in a daze.
Wang Zezhi felt a little bit in his heart. He raised his palm and shook his eyes: "How..."
Before he finished his words, the remaining words got stuck in his trembling throat, and he couldn't squeeze a syllable out - Wang Zezhi saw that his raised palm was covered with blood.
He looked up at Mo Yi with a bit of horror, but only saw Mo Yi standing in front of him, a pair of dark eyes staring at him correctly, and a trace of blood floated on his pale face.
He whispered eloquently:
"Under your bones, benefit your skin
I’m here with thee foever and every"
Wang Zezhi froze: This is... the little poem engraved on the table?
Although the expression on Mo Yi's face did not change much, his eyes revealed his uneasy mood.
His speech speed involuntarily increased:
"I used to think that the subject of this poem was the author, but I was wrong-the subject of this poem is actually the player!"
Wang Zezhi was stunned.
Mo Yi's breathing became a little quick, he took a deep breath, and continued:
"Since entering this dungeon, each of us is under the bones and flesh and blood of orphans!"
When Wang Zezhi understood it, his face instantly turned pale: "So...the body is actually on top of our head all the time?"
Mo Yi nodded—he finally knew where the dark water stains on the ceiling had never disappeared 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 and raised their eyes to look inside. As expected, in the gap between the ceiling and the wall, there was a dark red to black half-dry blood stain.
Wang Zezhi stood on one of the small iron beds and raised his arms to probe the area that was touching the bloody ceiling. Sure enough, the ceiling loosened a bit and a secret door was pushed open.
The stench of blood rushed over his face, and Wang Zezhi coughed again and again.
He stood on tiptoe a little, turned on the flashlight he carried with him and shot it upwards, and was instantly shocked by the look inside.
In the dim, dusty compartment, there are densely packed bones, which seem to be the leg bones of a child, and in the place closest to him, there are two legs that have been cut and connected to flesh and blood.
Needless to think about it, this is the part of Sun Xiaoyan's body after being dismembered.
Wang Zezhi endured his nausea desire and jumped down, repeating the scene that he saw just now.
Mo Yi nodded with a calm face, and said, "If I'm not mistaken, the entire orphanage above the orphanage is full of the corpses of the children.
Perhaps because he had already guessed it, Wang Zezhi was not so surprised this time, but he still had a face. After all, no one could accept that he had been under more than 300 remains for nearly three days.
Mo Yi turned around and said, "Let's open the other ceilings as well."
Wang Zezhi nodded, and walked out behind him.
They crossed 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 just now. Zhao Yicheng and Song Qi are not on top. Do you think they will...?"
Mo Yi paused for a while, and replied, "Everyone will be assigned a role by the orphanage, and Zhao Yicheng should be too."
Thinking of Song Qi, Mo Yi had a slight difficulty, he really didn't know how to explain this.
"Song Qi" is outside of some systems, and there will be no role assignments, but he can never tell Wang Zezhi that this is a haunting misty form, right?
Mo Yi frowned, thought about it seriously, and said, "As for Song Qi, you should treat him as dead."
Wang Zezhi: "..."? ? ?
At this moment, a low voice suddenly came from behind:
"Why didn't I know I was dead."