Chapter 25:

Chapter 25
Mo Yi patted the bread crumbs and stood up from the low bench.
He walked around the restaurant, walking hurriedly, looking around the room without letting go of a clue.
A clock behind the dining table caught his eye.
It is very worn out, half of the shell has come off, exposing the dark metal surface beneath it, and it is hanging crookedly on the wall behind the dining table. However, unlike other items in this room, the surface of this clock There was a trace of dust, as if it had been carefully wiped clean, and, even more rare, the watch had not been broken, and it was still stubbornly walking.
The pointer points to five twenty.
Mo Yi frowned, a little puzzled.
The game itself will give a countdown, so why set another prominent clock in the copy?
He glanced out of the narrow window subconsciously, the dark blue sky, and the unknown fluorescent blue figures counting down slowly.
The game happened to be 5 hours and 20 minutes.
That means ... just at the same time the game started, the clocks started to move.
The mystery in my heart got more and more, like a slowly gathering cloud, slowly occupying every corner of Mo Yi's heart, blocked in his throat, and choked his breath.
This orphanage is different from the previous copy, it occupies a larger area, and the clues are not as dense as the school. In many cases, it can only be seen as more and more questions are tangled up, but no one can be found Thread head.
Mo Yi took a long breath and tried to calm himself.
The remaining survival time of this copy is still very long, only slowly.
He finally glanced deeply at the clock and turned towards the little villain hanging on the wall.
The little man's strokes are very crude and crooked, which should be the child's handwriting.
The irregularly-shaped round head and the thin-lined torso that supported the lines of the limbs were particularly strange on the dirty wall.
Mo Yi took out the self-finished note and compared it with the villain on the wall.
Except for individual places, every detail is almost inseparable, and it seems to be completely from the same child's pen.
Mo Yi's heart seemed to make a vague conjecture, but he never saw another reason.
There is nothing more to investigate in the restaurant.
So he put away the note and turned to look for Song Qi's figure, trying to tell him to leave with him.
But as soon as he turned around, he was startled by Song Qi standing behind him.
Does this person walk without sound? !!
Mo Yi covered his scared heart, slowly, and said, "Let's go, I've basically watched it here, let's go elsewhere."
The people in the restaurant also started to get up one after another and walked towards 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 had disappeared. Only the chair that Mo Yi had stepped on before stood quietly in the dust.
Mo Yi was not surprised. He stared at the empty place for a few seconds, then looked away casually.
He made a few laps in the hall, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and turned to run to the side hall at the door.
Zhao Yicheng, who had just arrived in the lobby, was instantly attracted by him.
I saw Mo Yi stoop down and rummaged in the side hall, and soon turned out a bunch of old-fashioned keys, and a broken map.
Each key is affixed with a label with some English logos on it, but some of them are blurred due to the passage of time.
This is a major discovery!
Zhao Yicheng and his eyes brightened, and surrounded him in an instant.
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 the crowd:
"Everyone take these keys and look for clues according to the map, but you must remember to hang them back after reading, otherwise the clues may be broken."
After speaking, he paused, his voice deepened: "I'm afraid the process will be very dangerous. It is better not to act alone, and, after taking the key, you must have the courage to accept the consequences of opening that door."
The tone of Mo Yi's sudden seriousness was like a basin of cold water, which instantly extinguished the excitement that had just surged, and became cautious again.
Just then, a senior woman who stood aside just now and said nothing, said: "Wait."
Mo Yi froze and turned to look at her.
The female senior narrowed her eyes, stepped towards him, and asked:
"Are you familiar with this place, whether it's the ringtones for the meals recognized immediately or the clarity of the location of these keys, we can't match ..."
Zhao Yicheng on the side apparently knew her and whispered, "Sun Xiaoyan!"
The senior named Sun Xiaoyan didn't obey, instead he took a step forward and forced to ask:
"Do you mind explaining it?"
Everyone who listened to her words couldn't help but feel a little timid, and cast their horrified and skeptical eyes on Mo Yi-this person has been leading all their actions since just now! Is it ...?
Mo Yi dropped her eyes, her pale and handsome face was calm.
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 a night without stars, which almost forced the person to be looked away.
Mo Yi said:
"The fixed arrangements in British public orphanages, such as the location of ringtones and keys, are regulated in the UK, and most of them have been used since World War I. Are you satisfied with this explanation?"
Obviously, Sun Xiaoyan did not expect this answer. After listening to Mo Yi's words, she stumbled a little for a while, but still argued lowly:
"Well, no one can prove that you are telling the truth? And why do you say it is British? Are you in an orphanage in the UK ...?"
After hearing her words becoming more and more excessive, Zhao Yicheng raised her voice again, interrupting her with some anger:
"Sun Xiaoyan! You are enough!"
Sun Xiaoyan no longer kept talking, Zhao Yicheng kicked him and turned to Mo Yi and said:
"That ... I'm very sorry, Xiaoyan ..."
Without waiting for Yicheng Zhao to speak, Mo Yi quickly interrupted him:
"It doesn't matter, I don't take it seriously, the most important thing now 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 look, then turned to follow Mo Yi and walked inward.
At that moment, Sun Xiaoyan instantly turned pale and nailed in place stiffly, the physiological cold sweat running down her back like a waterfall.
The light-colored eyes are like inorganic eyes, cruel like the death who does not care about the lives of others, and the coldness and contempt that belong to the predator alone, so that she feels the instinctive fear and shudder from the depths of her soul. .
"Xiaoyan, Xiaoyan!" Zhao Yicheng's voice awakened her from the Capricorn: "What's wrong with you?"
Sun Xiaoyan shook his head unwillingly, staring at the back of the two men in shock.
Why does that man ... why have such terrible eyes?
—
The two walked forward one after the other, the quiet atmosphere seemed a little dignified, and in the stillness, they could only hear the overwhelming creak of the wooden floor under their feet.
The wall lamp in the front is getting darker and harder to penetrate the thick and solid darkness. It can barely emit a dark yellow halo to illuminate a small area near the wall.
The icy cold chill, like the bone marrow, climbed along the tail of the human tail.
Mo Yimeng stopped.
I saw a teddy bear standing upright in the front of the corridor.
Its brown fluff was sparse, its limbs hung barely on the limbs, it lacked an eye, and the only remaining black eyes were gray and crookedly crooked into the face.
It crooked a half-broken body and stared at Mo Yi quietly with the only remaining dusty and cracked eyes.
-It was the teddy bear that had appeared in his room.
A thin layer of cold sweat came out of Mo Yi's back.
Song Qi's low voice came from behind him: "What's wrong?"
His voice made Mo Yi can't help shuddering.
The next second, when he looked intently, the front of the corridor was empty.
That teddy bear just disappeared.
Mo Yi was a little thoughtless. He opened his mouth, turned back and forth a thousand times, and asked his voice hoarsely:
"did you see……?"
"--What?" The child's crisp voice sounded in his ear, taking the child's unique innocence, took his word and asked softly.
These two words are close together, as if whispering in his ear!
Mo Yi's scalp exploded, turning his head back at the fastest speed!
-Nothing behind him.
There is no Song Qi, no lights, no corridors, no retreats.
There is nothing literally.
Only the boundless, devouring all the light of darkness, silently opened his arms and swallowed at him.
Mo Yi was stiff, and fine sweat slowly leaked from his forehead.
His dry throat moved, and he turned around, gazing at the remaining corridor in front of him.
The corridor was long and dark, and there was a faint glimpse of a closed door in front of him—there was his destination there.
Mo Yi rubbed his palm subconsciously. The edge of the old-style key was hard and cold, and he felt a pain in his palm.
There is no way back.
He settled down and walked towards the door.
The dusty wooden door stood quietly at the end of the corridor. The sign on the door had been eroded and obscured, but the English characters were still vaguely recognized:
"Dean chamber".
Some rusty, slender keys were inserted into the keyholes, making a small and crisp metal collision sound. Mo Yi's fingers exerted force and only heard a slight "click", and the door opened in response.
The smell of dust was blowing.
Moody paused, reached out and pushed the door wider, then walked in without hesitation.
Surprisingly, the light inside the door was fairly bright. The light illuminated the spacious interior through the dusty lampshade. The old-fashioned dark green wallpaper was a little wrinkled, but still clean and decent.
The low ceiling was a bit uneven, with a few dirty stains on it.
The room was full of tables, chairs and cabinets, looking messy.
Mo Yi stepped forward, flipping the debris piled on the table.
There are many things, but they are of little value.
He squatted down and opened the drawer under the table.
There were many crumpled documents lying in the drawer, and they were randomly gathered together, and Mo Yi browsed quickly. One of the rough yellow-brown pieces of paper caught his attention: Iris City Orphanage. Built in 1913.
Below is a picture of the entire orphanage with exaggerated brushstrokes. At the new entrance of the orphanage, a row of orphans and their caregivers all smiled brightly.
The following lines are obscure.
Mo Yi pursed her lips and put the stack of papers back in the drawer.
This building is actually quite crude, and in many places, even a layman can see that he has cut corners and cut materials. It is a miracle that he can support it for 20 to 30 years.
And now it looks like it, although shabby, at least still has to be complete.
It seems that this does not deviate too much from the age he initially estimated.
But apart from this, there are no valuable clues.
Mo Yi's mood was a little urgent, he pushed the drawer back, turned to open the cabinet by the wall, and then hurriedly buried it to find it.
No ... no ... no ...
His eyebrows frowned, and a deep wrinkle struck between his brows.
A few drops of hot sweat slowly slid down his temples, dripping into the collar along the lines of the face.
Mo Yi's men kept moving, but apparently already anxious.
-No specific archives or files for orphans can be found anywhere.
Suddenly, Mo Yi's movement froze stiffly.
A cold chill suddenly came, and the temperature around the body dropped almost a few degrees. The chilly chill penetrated into the texture through thin clothing, almost shuddering.
Such a strange temperature change suddenly made Mo Yi's heart tighten.
An unexplainable thriller caught his heart instantly, leaving his blood cold and almost frozen.
Mo Yi's brain was blank, but his body had already acted subconsciously!
He jerked himself down!
A noose rubbed past the top of his head, bringing a gust of wind!
Mo Yi was getting cold for a while, and he didn't dare to act lightly, but turned his head slowly and looked behind him.
The spine made a rattling noise.
He could hear his blood pounding on the eardrum, giving out a hot agitation, desperately clamoring for danger to come!
At this moment, Mo Yi's Yu Guang swept a shadow of shadow.
— More than him in this room.
His goosebumps exploded instantly, sweating coldly on the back of the neck.
In Yu Guang, the shadow was slowly approaching.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, exhaled slowly and tremblingly, and then lay down suddenly!
He rolled over to the side of the cabinet, then stretched out his legs to hit the cabinet's decaying anchor!
The tall cabinet crashed!
Just fell to the approaching shadow.
Flying dark yellow and white documents and paper came out, and with gravity and the potential energy poured down into the room, like a spectacular waterfall.
At this moment, Mo Yi lying on the ground groaned up, trying to raise his head, he couldn't help but hold it for half a second.
He saw that behind the cabinet was a very long dark yellow piece of paper, carefully framed in a beautiful wooden frame with a lot of text written in English swashes.
Mo Yi moved a moment, his face flashed with a sloppy look.
The pieces of paper in the room dropped and returned to silence.
-Just then, the temperature plummeted!
Mo Yi's heart is not good. Between the flashes of fire, he had no time to lift his palms to his neck, and only felt the cold breath coming from behind the neck.
The next second, the haunted noose struck again!
The rough rope twisted around his neck, tightened cruelly and ruthlessly, Xin Mo Mo lifted his hand to his throat, or he would be hanged instantly.
Mo Yi gritted his teeth, resisting the gradually tightening rope with his palm, "clicking" and "clicking" came the sound of fracture of the knuckles, and the pain ran down the palm of his hand into his brain, almost making him breathless.
At this moment, his feet suddenly emptied.
At that moment, Mo Yimeng remembered:
The man who was hanged was not suffocated, but ... the neck bone was broken.
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