Chapter 38:

Chapter 38
Mo Yi turned his head subconsciously and looked back.
The dusty wooden door clung tightly and stuck tightly with the twisted door frame. Under the crooked letters, little blood handprints were layered on top of each other, and on the dirty unclear door panel Leaves shocking traces.
I don't know if it is his illusion, Mo Yi always feels that these blood fingerprints ... seem to have increased.
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to leave behind the unknown signs emerging from his head, then lowered his head and took the rolled paper up.
The rough and age-like touch came from the fingertips, which was quite thick.
Mo Yi pursed her lips and stretched out the paper.
The dust diffused instantly, and fluttered under the dim wall lamp, hazing his vision.
Mo Yi was coughed slightly and coughed. He shook the dust hard with his hand and then looked intently into his hand.
To his surprise, this was actually a photo.
This is a group photo.
Wrinkled and stained. The most obvious is that there are many tan spots on it, which are irregularly stained on it, as if splashed.
Mo Yi froze and hurriedly looked at the bottom left corner of the photo.
There is just one corner missing.
Mo Yi's heart pounded wildly, and he could not help but hold his breath subconsciously.
He knew which photo it was.
It was the picture in the picture frame hanging in the underground dark room. After the massacre, it was torn off and replaced by the woman who was sent to the gallows.
The little tan spots above were the blood of the orphans sprayed on.
Mo Yi pulled out the torn photo from her backpack, took a deep breath, and slowly brought it closer to the photo.
Moment angle to Moment angle, slot to slot.
Strict silk stitching.
That photo was completed.
In the background is a dark and dim sky. In the orphanage of the gloomy, orphanage, in front of the orphanage, there are rows of short stature children. Their faces are fuzzy and stiff. Looked straight into the camera like two black grottoes.
On the side of the children stood a familiar figure: a tall and formal stern woman, wearing a plain black dress as usual, looked cold and impersonal, and there were a few standing beside her. The woman who looks like a caregiver is also a numb and indifferent expression.
On the other side of the orphans, a distinctive figure caught Mo Yi's attention.
It was a man of medium build, not tall or short, neither fat nor thin, and looked mediocre with almost no features. He stood in the corner of the crowd, smiling at the camera with a kind smile.
Mo Yi noticed that the man's hands arbitrarily rested on the shoulder of an orphan next to him, and the orphan's limbs were obviously stiff and his shoulders were obviously high and low, as if trying to escape his touch.
Through the yellow and fuzzy photos, the emotions on the child's face can be clearly seen-
fear.
Mo Yi's breathing was stagnant. Is this why the little girl paid this for herself ...?
Because the real administrator of this orphanage is in this picture?
The faster Mo Yi's heart beat, he looked closely at the man in the photo, but the man's small half of his face was stained with a small piece of brown blood, which made people a little bit reluctant.
He reached out and rubbed the rough surface of the photo. The floating dust was stirred up by his movements and lifted into the air.
However, perhaps because of the age, the tan blood stain stayed firmly on the surface of the photo, showing no signs of loosening at all.
Mo Yiben did not have much hope, so he no longer tangled this, but re-up and down and carefully looked at the photo carefully, after confirming that he has no clues to fall, re-take this photo Rolled up, put it in the backpack, and then raised your legs and walked out.
Through the dark and long corridor, just before reaching the hall, Mo Yi heard a whispering voice in the hall.
His heart was tight, and he hurried up his pace, walking towards the twilight light at the end of the corridor.
As soon as he reached the lobby, Mo Yi froze.
-Another victim.
This time, it was the newcomer who chose to follow Zhao Yicheng.
She lay on her back on the floor of the hall, her arms twisted under her body like a broken doll.
The creeping blood slowly spread from under her, as if the dead flowers were slowly blooming, and a large hole was broken in her chest and head. From the wound, she could see the white bones and internal organs, and the broken Red and white cerebroplasm in the skull.
She stared at the ceiling with a pair of broken turbid eyes, and large swaths of blood left dirty marks on her pale and twisted side face.
Not hanged.
Mo Yi's eyes had a dignified look: unlike several other deaths, this way of killing ... almost like killing.
Just then, his shoulder was patted heavily.
Mo Yi turned his head and saw Wang Zezhi standing behind him pantingly.
He looked extremely embarrassed, his clothes were crumpled, his hair was messy, and his body was covered with dust, as if rolling around on the ground. He stuck his hands to his waist, arched his spine, and panted sharply, unable to speak.
Mo Yi reached out to help him, but was stunned by Wang Zezhi's weight.
"..."
He casually let go of his hand, turned his direction, and patted Wang Zezhi's back to help him smooth.
At this moment, Mo Yi found that on Wang Zezhi's neck, a circle of swelling and blue scars was still leaking slowly, and his eyes were dazzling on the pale skin.
He glanced at it subtly.
Wang Zezhi gasped for a few short breaths, and finally eased from his breathless state. He swallowed a saliva, and then said with some shock:
"I just ..."
The words had just come out, and he and Mo Yi were both surprised at the same time. Wang Zezhi's original timbre became very hoarse, like a broken gong, holding his ears like a gravel.
Wang Zezhi coughed a few times, cleared his throat, and his voice was restored to the previous tone. Although still hoarse, it was not at least scary:
"Just now ... I went to the dean's room."
Mo Yi heard his words, his eyes became serious instantly, he straightened up, looked at Wang Zezhi, and asked:
"What happened?"
He settled and said stutteringly:
"I now know how difficult it was for you to get the schedule last time ... I ... I met a woman," Wang Zezhi's face flashed a panic, and he took a deep breath and stroked his throat subconsciously: "I ... I almost planted it there."
Mo Yi stunned: "Then you were ...?"
Wang Zezhi smiled bitterly, spreading his palm, and saw a small scorched doll lying in his palm. The doll's head was completely tilted down, and there were very obvious marks on his neck.
He said, "I also entrusted it ... If it wasn't for this item that was exchanged in the game store to help me block it, I'm afraid I would plant it there."
After that, Wang Zezhi paused, and looked up at Mo Yi with some doubt: "You didn't bring any other props in, right ...? So how did you get out of the body in the end?"
Mo Yi heard a moment's silence, and subconsciously touched his bandaged strict left hand.
In fact, it doesn't hurt so much anymore. You can even do some simple movements. I have to say that "Song Qi" 's orthotics is really good.
Mo Yi lowered his eyelashes, covering a complex look under his eyes.
When he raised his eyes again, the normal calmness and rationality had been restored on his face. Mo Yi looked around the entire hall without any trace: Song Qi was not there.
He wasn't surprised.
After all, at the beginning, he had such considerations when he proposed split actions.
Mo Yi pursed his lips and looked back at Wang Zezhi, showing a slight smile, and replied vaguely: "Probably ... luck."
Seeing him answer like this, Wang Zezhi was not good enough to keep asking.
At this moment, Wang Zezhi seemed to think of something. His eyes lighted up instantly, looking at Mo Yi, his tone a little excited:
"However, this distress is not without gains."
After finishing, he unzipped his backpack with both excited and extremely trembling hands, and took out a crumpled document from the bag.
Mo Yi frowned in doubt.
He clearly remembered that when he was in the dean's room last time, he basically turned over most of the documents, so these new clues are ...?
Suddenly, Mo Yi seemed to think of something. His eyes were burning to Wang Zezhi, and he asked urgently, "what did it look like when you entered the dean's room this time?"
Wang Zezhi was asked by Mo Yi's question for no reason, and some puzzledly answered, "Well ... it's just like an ordinary office. It's nothing special. After I entered, this document was right there. In the middle of the table, when I got it ... just ... "
"Have you been attacked?" Mo Yi took it without warning.
"Um ... yes." One of Wang Ze's head touched his head blankly, then nodded hesitantly.
Mo Yi's eyes flashed thoughtfulness.
When he entered the dean's room, he turned the whole office into a mess, all the tables and chairs were toppled, and even the bookshelf was pushed down to the ground by him. Since Wang Zezhi said that what he saw was ordinary The office, then, shows that after starting the branch mission-the dean's room, like the other rooms in this orphanage, has undergone the same changes.
I have to admit that this information obtained by Wang Zezhi at the risk of his life was very valuable.
Mo Yi's facial lines were softened a bit, and he took the document from Wang Zezhi's hand. When he opened and was preparing to read, his gaze inadvertently passed through his watch.
5:02
The alarm clock he ordered didn't ring.
The bell for opening the orphanage did not ring.
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