Chapter 39:

Chapter 39
Mo Yi tightened his fingers subconsciously, and the file's cover showed fine wrinkles, spreading like a cobweb. The thin knuckles turned blue and white and looked startling.
His lips tightened into a straight line, and his lip color almost disappeared.
What happened?
Why did the ringtone disappear?
Is it the countdown in the restaurant ...?
Mo Yimen raised his head and ran towards the restaurant. His ears were filled with the sound of brisk wind, so that he could hardly hear other sounds around him.
He slammed his pace at the entrance of the restaurant, and Kankan stopped his body leaning inward, and then quickly grabbed Wang Zezhi, who was following him, with a dreadful hand.
Wang Zezhi held his arm twice before holding the door frame of the restaurant to stabilize his body. He held up the tilted glasses, with a heavy doubt and anxiety on his face. He opened his mouth and asked with a husky voice: "... what happened?"
Mo Yi turned her wrist diligently and pointed her finger at the dial of her watch.
Wang Zezhi froze, followed Mo Yi's fingers to look closer, and his face became ugly.
The reason for not ringing is unknown for the time being, but the result of this is self-evident-the old timetable is afraid that it can no longer be used.
Wang Zezhi took a step backwards and looked at the restaurant. After all, he still remembers how miserable the player who stumbled into the restaurant because he didn't know the timetable on the first day.
He swallowed a sip of water and peeked at Mo Yi standing beside him.
Mo Yi looked upright into the restaurant, and a pair of extremely dark eyes narrowed thoughtfully. The bright lights in the restaurant and the dim wall lights in the hallway divided his face into light and darkness, and he looked more and more complex. The lines are sharp and sharp.
He always seemed to have Tarzan in front of him without changing its appearance. No matter what happened, it was so calm and rational that it made people feel at ease just watching him.
This man seemed to have a strange magic power, which made him involuntarily take him as the backbone, and subconsciously wanted to believe his judgment and decision.
Wang Zezhi took a deep breath and asked:
"What shall we do now?"
Mo Yi heard the words and quickly glanced at him, his gaze stopped on his neck for a moment, and then he replied: "I will bandage you first, then I will look for clues in the materials you found, and then decide the next step. How to do it."
He pulled out the bandage and wound medicine from his backpack, handed Wang Zezhi's hand, then turned and walked out of the corridor.
Wang Zezhi took the injury medicine, walked a few steps to keep up with him, and asked doubtfully as he walked, "So, 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, it is rarely stated whether the lobby is allowed to enter at a certain time interval."
One of Wang Ze thought: Yes, at present, it is not yet sure whether the existing timetables are really invalid. It is the safest and safest method to stay in the lobby.
Figured this out, he got up and followed Mo Yi out.
The hall was still the same as when they left, without any tendency to change, which made Wang Zezhi's heart a little bit safe, stretched out his hand to unscrew the wound medicine that Mo Yi had just thrown to him, and started to awkwardly apply medicine to himself.
Mo Yi stood aside, and opened the document that had been in his hand for a long time with 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. Only a large number is written on the paper, which is particularly eye-catching.
Mo Yi read the text three times, and still felt a cloud of fog. He had no idea what the agreement was drafted for.
He frowned, with doubt in his heart, and turned to the next page.
The signature date written in the dark blue handwriting instantly became visible: March 11, 1919.
Mo Yi froze.
He remembered that the records of the two brothers in the basement were dated March 10, 1919, so it showed that the document was signed the day after the records of the two brothers ceased.
And, on this date, the fake dean who was framed and stolen should have been imprisoned, so the signatory of this document should most likely be the person behind the orphanage.
Mo Yi stared thoughtfully at a string of swashes in English signed at the end of the document and stroked his fingers subconsciously on it:
The signatory of this document should be a man's handwriting--this reminds him instantly of the ordinary man in the group photo, standing beside the orphan.
Mo Yi frowned without a trace. His deep eyes were black and bottomed. He retracted his fingers on the paper sheet and prepared to turn back, but only saw a faint spot left where he pinched. Dark blue finger marks.
He was shocked and looked at his finger.
The fingertips were wet with ink, and slowly fainted along the lines on the fingers, leaving a half-dry ink mark in the middle of the fingertips.
Wait, the ink is not dry yet?
Mo Yi twisted his fingertips, and thoughtfully watched the residual ink on the fingertips crushed and spread by the body temperature, and turned into a pale color between the two fingers, like a light blue mist attached to the fingers Same as above.
Countdown to the clock in the restaurant.
More and more brand new orphanages.
— Like, time is going backwards.
And March 11, 1919 was the end of this retrogression.
Such a terrible idea suddenly emerged in Mo Yi's heart-they may now enter the timeline of the day, and now they are in the orphanage.
His breath suffocated.
Just before the restaurant door, Mo Yi saw that the clock was still going backwards and showed no sign of stopping-at that time, the minutes and hours of the clock were exactly at 5:40.
Mo Yi looked down at his watch: it was 5:20.
In other words, after 10 minutes, the time of the clock going backwards ... coincides with the time of walking on his watch.
It's as if--the coincidence of the two timelines.
While Mo Yi was thinking upset, Wang Zezhi's voice suddenly sounded, awakening him from his thoughts:
"Well ... can you help me?"
Mo Yi's eyes flashed for a moment, as if he didn't realize that there were others in the room. He looked around and saw Wang Zezhi holding an awkward bandage in his face, Looked at him a little embarrassedly.
One bandage was tangled around his neck, and the other was wrapped around his hands and shoulders. He was still embarrassed with some wounds and half-dried blood.
Mo Yi knew: it is not easy for a person to bandage his injured neck. As it happens, thinking hard now will not have any results, it is better to change your mind.
Mo Yi thought, while stuffing the document into his backpack, stood up, walked to Wang Zezhi's side, and took the bandage from his hand.
In the slender fingers, the long and white bandages are properly and honestly wrapped around Wang Zezhi's neck, and they are sealed tightly with medical tape on the side of the neck.
Mo Yi's fingertips wiped Wang Zezhi's naked / exposed skin inadvertently.
Wang Zezhi shivered almost with the cold and sharp touch. His goosebumps were instantly induced on the warm and smooth skin. He subconsciously tilted his head and tried to avoid it, but only felt that Mo Yi's cold hand left in a second Got him.
Wang Zezhi shrank his shoulders, reached out and touched his neck, carefully not touching his wound, and pressed the goosebumps that came out one after another with the warm temperature of his palm.
He couldn't help but wonder:
Mo Yi This is how cold the body is, so that your hands are cold like ice.
Mo Yi did not notice the twists and turns in Wang Zezhi's heart. After helping him finally seal the bandage, he straightened up again and looked around the hall casually.
Just then, Mo Yi found something wrong.
Only two of them were left in the entire hall.
I don't know when the three people have disappeared.
Mo Yi's heart jumped fiercely, a strange and unpredictable hunch like a sponge filled with water, full of all his senses, and he could hardly breathe under pressure.
He took a few steps in the direction of the corridor, held his breath, and listened sideways.
The deep dead silence in the deep corridor is the darkness that cannot penetrate the light, as if devouring all sounds, the quiet silence is like a towel soaked in water, pressing the mouth and nose heavily.
Mo Yi took another step closer.
He looked down at his watch-5:30
As the second hand passed the number "12" on the dial, the entire hall suddenly began to tremble faintly, causing Mo Yi to catch a sudden surprise, and then some stood unsteadily to support the wall, barely holding his body. .
When he looked up again, the whole hall changed a lot.
The clean and brand-new chandelier exudes bright light overhead, the dark green wallpaper and dark brown carpet texture are clear, and the reception desk at the door is spotless.
It is completely different from the dusty orphanage before, which makes people hardly believe their eyes.
Just as Mo Yi and Wang Ze faced each other.
Deep in the dark corridor, suddenly there was a rush and heavy footsteps!
Approaching them at a speed that is hard to respond to!
Almost in the next second!
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