Chapter 41:

Chapter 41
The teddy bear sits quietly at the junction of the corridor and the hall, and light and darkness are separated behind it.
Although the dark brown fluff is a bit old, it is still clean and soft, and the limbs are complete-just like the entire orphanage, the timeline on it seems to be back to 1919.
Mo Yi stared at it, before he could slow down, at this moment, Wang Zezhi's voice came to his ear:
"what happened?"
His voice made Mo Yi walk away slightly, and when he looked out of the corridor again, the ghostly teddy bear disappeared again like last time.
The slip of paper lying in the pool of blood seemed to have lost the magic power attached to it, and was soaked and eroded by the bright red blood, and the handwriting written on it was slowly engulfed, but within a few seconds, it became a piece of blood that fell into the blood Plain paper.
Mo Yi frowned, his eyes dimmed.
Why is it "find me" again? He followed the cues of the teddy bear and found the identity of the two brothers from the basement. Isn't it enough to find them?
What does this repeated prompt mean?
Wang Zezhi came to his side at this moment, looked at him with some doubt, and asked again: "What's wrong? Why stopped suddenly?"
Mo Yi looked back, took another deep look at the slip of paper that had been immersed in the pool of blood, slowly shook his head, and returned, "Nothing."
After speaking, he converged, looking up at the four corridors in front of him—a dragging bloodstain extended into one of the corridors, and was swallowed by the gradually thick darkness.
The executioner carrying the body should go in that direction.
Mo Yi turned and walked into the other corridor.
He stepped into the deep corridor, the light dim instantly, the wall lamp on the wall exuded a faint light, illuminating the dark green pattern on the wallpaper, and the color restored. The new wallpaper was stuck high to the ceiling, giving Invisible depression.
The floor under his feet creaked in disrepair.
Mo Yi was walking, sorting out the clues that had appeared in his heart.
Now the entire timeline of the orphanage is back to March 11, 1919, and on that day, more than 300 orphans in the orphanage were slaughtered-now, if the massacre is to be repeated, one side is the perpetrator, One side is the victim.
However, it is clear that the dead cannot be brought back to life with the orphanage.
Then the perpetrator and victim must find someone else to play.
The new guy who had troubled him before was obviously chosen as the perpetrator by the orphanage-so his face was scratched by himself with the same marks as the man in the photo.
Well, as a default member of the orphanage, they are naturally arranged into the role of the victim.
So ... is this arrangement random or selective?
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and subconsciously clasped his knuckles.
The document bureau that Wang Zezhi took out had a lot of names, and it was apparently signed on the same day-then, the two meals that suddenly became better seemed to make sense.
There is a high probability that it will be dedicated to entertaining guests.
The floor no longer made annoying creaks, but became quiet and firm.
Mo Yi stopped, then squatted down, groping on the ground while the dim light in the corridor.
He felt the gap in the ground, and then lifted it hard. The blanket was lifted by him, exposing the cold-steel steel door panel.
Wang Zezhi hesitated and asked, "This is the entrance to that basement?"
Mo Yi pursed his lips and nodded, his eyes still fell on the iron gate-the lock on the iron gate was gone when he came last time.
Wang Zezhi squatted down and reached out to help pull up the iron gate.
The damp, cold air rushed towards the face, and the long, narrow staircase below exposed as the iron door opened.
-At the end of the stairs, a hint of light shines through.
Mo Yi walked down a few stairs, then leaned out half of the body, pulled the blanket over, found an angle, and carefully covered it on the iron door again, so that they pulled the iron door under the stairs, and the blanket would reappear Covered.
After doing this, Mo Yi took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and walked down the stairs first.
Wang Zezhi followed closely behind.
After walking to the ground, the eyes were really bright: the wet and bare / exposed rock walls were strong and tall, supporting a whole wide space. The small beds below were neatly arranged, and the yellowed sheets were worn and worn. Shrinked, but not as dusty and dirty as the last time.
Here it goes back to the previous timeline.
Mo Yichong beckoned, Wang Zezhi beckoned, and walked across the room and walked towards the wooden door.
The door was opened, and the clean walls came into view. The neat small beds were almost the same as the previous room. The shocking blood stains left by the previous massacre had completely disappeared, and the whole room looked calm and tidy.
Mo Yi turned around and looked around the room, his eyes stopped on one side of the room.
As if in order to strengthen his determination, he took a deep breath, then lifted his foot and walked in that direction.
Wang Zezhi looked down where Mo Yi was heading, and there was a small, sturdy wooden door in that place, which was marked in English-"Nurse room."
He followed Mo Yi, carefully walking his legs through the dense crib in the room, and reached the wooden door.
Mo Yi reached out his hand, held the cold door handle, and twisted it slightly, and the door slowly opened.
With a rustling rustling sound, the dark and cold air in the door penetrated and spread out, almost chilling all over.
Mo Yi frowned, reached out and turned on his own flashlight. Without hesitation, he stepped towards the door.
Inside this door is a deep corridor, with two rooms on each side of the corridor. The black holes are wide open, and it looks particularly gloomy under the weak light of the flashlight.
Mo Yi shook his flashlight in one of the rooms, reflecting the vague outline of the utensils in the room-there are four single beds in the room, and some necessary furniture. It has all the internal organs.
This is probably where the nurses live.
Mo Yi tightened his fingers on the flashlight slightly and continued to move forward.
At the end of the corridor, there is a room.
The light beam of the flashlight swept across the stained doorplate, and the letter on it-"Infirmary" was printed.
Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief.
Great, there is no wrong place-there are so many people in this orphanage. Even if the orphans live or die, we must prevent a large-scale outbreak and ensure the health of the nursing staff.
However, it was not found on the ground, and there was no trace of the infirmary in the basement before, so it is likely to be hidden behind an unopened room door.
It seems that he is right.
Wang Zezhi stepped forward a few steps, and also recognized the words on the doorplate by the light of the flashlight. He asked a little puzzled: "What's wrong? Is there anything you need in the infirmary?"
Mo Yi rolled her face, and thoughtfully replied, "... to verify one of my guesses."
After speaking, he reached out and pushed the door of the infirmary, and walked in first.
The medical room was unexpectedly clean and tidy. The place where the flashlight shined was not stained. Everything was neatly arranged. Bottles and jars were placed on the shelf in the order of size and reflected by the light of the flashlight. Cold light.
Mo Yi went around the back of the table, took out the remaining bandages that Wang Zezhi had just wrapped, wrapped his palms, and then began to carefully and carefully flip the things on the table.
A picture flipped over and pressed to the bottom attracted his attention.
Mo Yi turned it over, and the person in the black and white photo was exactly the man in the previous photo. He looked much younger, with a petite woman in his arms, and seemed to be his wife.
Half of his face was printed with that dark birthmark, and he smiled very kindly, while his wife's face and limbs in his arms were very stiff, and fear was written in the corners of his eyebrows.
Mo Yi took a closer look, and suddenly found that the man was wearing a summer dress, and every inch of the woman's body was covered with rigorousness, even with gloves on his hands, it seemed to be covering something.
Wang Zezhi also came together. He looked at the photo in Mo Yi's hand with surprise, and said, "This, is this the photo of the man? Is he a doctor?"
Mo Yi's expression was a little heavy, and he nodded:
"When we were upstairs, we did not hear Sun Xiaoyan's scream at all, which means that her vocal cords were cut off at the beginning, the movement was so neat, the experience was so rich, and it was impossible without professional skills.
"So ... isn't he the black hand behind the scenes?"
The corner of Mo Yi's lips froze slightly, and said "um" gently.
As he put the photo back in place, he said, "He should be a sadistic, so the orphans and the women in this photo would be so scared of him, so the masters would send him to kill so many orphans."
And it's ... torture.
Both looked a little heavy.
Suddenly, in the silence, there was a light metal sound in the distance, and then the heavy footsteps of the stairs descending through the quiet air, shaking their eardrums.
Mo Yi was shocked-someone came back.
In the shortest possible time, he tried to restore the things on the table as quickly as possible, and then ran out with Wang Zezhi.
The infirmary door closed behind them.
There is no fork, once you go out, you will inevitably face up.
Footsteps were getting closer and closer, and every step seemed to be on the human heart.
Mo Yi's heart became more and more tense. Suddenly, he moved his heart, stretched out Wang Zezhi, rushed into one of the nursing laboratories with the door closed, and closed the door again.
They were short, turned off the flashlight, and quietly lay in the dark.
Footsteps were closer.
Only a slight "click" sound was heard, and the light outside lit up, shining in along the gap between the door and the door frame.
Through the dim light, Mo Yi saw that he was quietly placing a note in front of him.
It lay in the dust and wrote in crooked crayons:
"FINDUS"
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※
Song Qi (drew a 40-meter knife): The author tell me why I haven't played yet?
Mo Yi (press and hold): Don't get excited, it's enough to slaughter her with a 2 meter knife, come here for you.
1 mine was thrown in July
Throwing time: 2018-08-2309: 05: 31
Isn't Uncle cute? He threw a mine
Throwing time: 2018-08-2310: 13: 20
krank threw a mine
Throwing time: 2018-08-2312: 38: 06
I flew 1 mine
Throwing time: 2018-08-2313: 53: 03
Xiaotian attacked and threw a grenade
Throwing time: 2018-08-2319: 07: 37
Missed and threw 1 mine
Throwing time: 2018-08-2321: 13: 41
23214772 threw a mine
Throwing time: 2018-08-2322: 55: 05
嘤 （＞ ＜） 嘤 threw a mine
Throwing time: 2018-08-2411: 00: 09
The king and the foolish man threw a mine
Throwing time: 2018-08-2413: 59: 23
Thanks to the little mines, the mine cost mea
Sorry to mess with it, I just went home recently and did n’t adjust my schedule. As a result, I fell asleep last night with the code ...
Update late, Guo Yan (bow
I like congratulations on your successful escape. Please collect: (EbookFREE.me) Congratulations on your successful escape. The literature is updated the fastest.