Chapter 32:

Mo Yi stood up and stumbled to the overturned crib.
This time, instead of rummaging in the bed's four bedposts, he pushed it hard to lie on his side, groping in the bedposts above its front.
Sure enough, he quickly found a dusty paper ball.
Mo Yi shook the dust gently, then carefully spread out the paper group.
The tan, yellow paper was crumpled and looked old and dirty.
On the note, draw a hanging little man with tender crayon.
Below the villain are a few scattered English letters.
Mo Yi's face was light.
Sure enough, he was right.
Whether beneath or under is a relative position, and the bed is upside down, of course, the clues must be searched in an upside down way.
He didn't hesitate too much, overlapping the two notes together, then turned on the flashlight, and shot from the bottom up.
The pale lamp post passed through the dark yellow old paper, and the light seemed to be stained with dusty dimness.
With Mo Yi's finger gently moving, the gallows and the villain slowly overlapped together, and the handwriting on the paper also came together:
"Thanatos"
Tanatos?
Mo Yi frowned, a puzzled look flashed in his eyes.
In Greek mythology, Tanatos is the name of the of death, who is responsible for death and destruction.
Although Mo Yi was not very familiar with Greek mythology, Tanatos knew him a little.
However, he couldn't figure out, what does it mean that "Thanatos" appears here?
Mo Yi subconsciously rubbed the uneven edges of the piece of paper, while gazing at the two pieces of paper, while looking down and thinking.
Just then, he seemed to think of something, raised his head sharply, and looked at the dean's room opposite the room.
Song Qi was standing inside the door, flipping through the files on the ground, his head dangled, and the dim light across most of the room, he could barely see the expression on his face.
Mo Yi's eyes brightened and he raised his voice to Song Qi:
"Can you see the files of these orphans there?"
Song Qi looked up slightly, paused, and replied, "Yes."
Mo Yi's face looked a little pale in the light, but his eyes were astonishingly bright, like a flame burning in the abyss, and he took a deep breath, then said:
"Do you look for any orphans from the aristocratic noble family, or at least middle-class families with accumulated?"
If his previous guess of the teddy bear is correct ... then every appearance of it is actually taking him step by step closer to the truth.
Whether it is a teddy bear or a handwriting on a note, it is extremely childlike. However, every hint on the note is extremely unusual-whether it is Divine Comedy or Tanatos, it is beyond the knowledge chain of an ordinary child, not to mention, in this background age of the orphanage, illiteracy still occupied mostly.
Well, there is a great possibility that this child who gave him clues from all over came from an excellent family tutor, so he was exposed to high-quality noble education at such a young age.
A gentle rubbing sound of paper turning came from the dean's room. After a while, Song Qi's voice came:
"found it."
However, before waiting for Mo Yisong's tone, he just listened to Song Qi and added: "And a lot."
Mo Yi's brow frowned tightly, and a deep impression was made on the brows.
This means more clues are needed to narrow the scope.
He tightened his fingers subconsciously, and the old paper in his hand made a fragile wiping sound.
Mo Yi froze, looking subconsciously at the note in his hand.
... Tanatos.
He was a little surprised, and suddenly exclaimed, "So, are there any brothers among these people?"
Song Qi answered quickly: "Yes."
Mo Yi mentioned that his throat's heart finally let go.
As a of death, Tanatos does not always appear alone in Greek mythology. He has a younger brother, the sleeping god, Supunos, both of whom are the sons of the night goddess. Body.
Plus, whether it's a hide-and-seek or a hangman, both games need to be played by more than one person.
Therefore, Mo Yi would guess that this is a pair of brothers.
He breathed a sigh of relief and stood up with his palms supporting his body. As he squatted for too long, his legs and feet became numb. Mo Yi took a few steps and almost fell.
But Mo Yi couldn't keep up with the undigested sore hemp below his knee, he accelerated his pace, bypassing the many small beds in the entire room, and headed straight for the dean's room.
Song Qi happened to come out from the inside, and the two met each other.
Mo Yi suddenly realized that Song Qi's face seemed to be getting worse.
He asked with some worry: "Are you okay?"
Song Qi heard the words and looked at him deeply. A pair of light gray pupils seemed to be lighter in color, and there was an inorganic halo under the light. He stared at Mo Yi for a few seconds, and suddenly lip smiled: "It's all right."
Now that this has been said, Mo Yi is not good enough to continue to ask, and had no choice but to reassure him:
"Don't be stubborn if you are not comfortable."
Song Qi nodded, and handed the papers to Mo Yi.
Mo Yi pursed her lips, reached for the document, and read her head carefully.
This is a pair of brothers. His elder brother is called Albert and his younger brother is called Aaron. Both of these are very typical Hebrew names and obviously have a close relationship with the religion of the family.
In addition, what attracts Mo Yi more is their last name "Howard".
Although Mo Yi didn't know much about British surnames, he also knew that the Howard family was a very prestigious aristocracy in England. So does this mean that ... these two children are related to this family
But if that's the case, how could they end up in this orphanage?
Mo Yi continued to read with questions in his heart.
Perhaps due to the illegal activities in this orphanage, many records are extremely brief, and some are mixed with the underworld of the era of the lower class, which seems to be even scratchy.
Mo Yi frowned slowly, pondering the meaning inside and outside the words, and slowly opened the second page.
There were two clippings the size of tofu, and the pages were yellow, but the handwriting was still clear.
Both are obituaries.
The first was a man who died unfortunately on the battlefield, and the second was a fire of a noble family, and the mistress who was suspected of insanity set herself on fire.
The general outline of a tragedy was slowly outlined.
The husband who died unfortunately on the battlefield of the First World War, and his wife who set himself on fire because he could not bear the grief, and a young brother who had lost his life in the public orphanage.
Mo Yi took a closer look at the date. Because it was during World War I, the number of orphans soared, and the government's main energy was also placed on foreign battlefields, which led to the dark breeding. These illegal acts were stopped by no one.
A steady stream of orphans were sent here by various means, both secretly and implicitly, and soon they were resold and sold for a period of no more than half a month.
The records of the brothers lasted for a full year and a half.
Looking at the last recorded date on that page of paper, Mo Yi froze, a faint thought flashed in his mind.
He rummaged in his backpack and took out the book he found in the library.
Mo Yi opened the pages of the book, and there was another clipping in the dusty yellow paper.
In the moist and unclearly written newspaper clippings, the tall woman stood in front of the camera, her pale and fuzzy features staring straight at the camera, looking rigid and stiff.
However, Mo Yi's concern is not the photos, but the dates marked in the clippings:
March 17, 1919.
Mo Yi turned to look at the orphan's record. The last date marked above was:
March 10, 1919.
The brothers stayed in the orphanage until they were hanged for a week.
Why do they stay here for so long?
Is it because of their aristocratic status that the dean is afraid to sell them easily?
Mo Yi frowned, always faintly lingering in the unknown, making him inexplicably irritable.
He clipped the newspaper clipping back into the book, reached out to support the bedpost next to him, and stood up.
Looking up, Mo Yi's eyes suddenly met the portrait on the wall.
The pale light in the dean's room illuminated the narrow room, hitting it from overhead, looking cold and sensible
The tall and serious face of the tall woman was framed in a fragmented picture frame. In the yellowed and curly photo, the woman's hollow eyes were looking straight ahead, standing with her hands down, and her solemn black clothes looked particularly unknown.
Her posture and clothes were exactly the same as in the clippings.
Mo Yi's heart tightened. If he over-tensioned his body like electricity, his back became cold.
—He knows where his violations come from.
Britain has to sentence a person to a gallows, the judicial process is extremely long, and sometimes it can take months. Since the dean was executed in March, it means that she was arrested and jailed at least in February.
Well, after the dean was arrested and the orphanage was sealed up.
Who made these records?
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