Chapter 49:

Chapter 49
Mo Yi sat in a bumpy car and closed his eyes.
The closed compartment is filled with a faint leather smell, which is between acrid and comfortable, and it is not unpleasant. You can only hear the sound of the roaring wind against the windows and the low-dumb roar of the vehicle's smooth running engine.
As early as after the first copy was over, he had already sorted out the police and the media's rhetoric in this case, and even carried some specious gossip online and some private internal information. The landings were dug out.
Zhao Qiulan's life trajectory also showed a clear trajectory.
Whether it was the mother who killed her father under jealousy and madness, and then attempted to commit suicide after attempting to murder Zhao Qiulan at school, or was repeatedly bullied in the later period, and she suddenly disappeared and the school's civil engineering.
Both coincide with a surprisingly high coincidence rate with the first copy he experienced.
It is impossible not to link the two.
According to the information he found, after the death of Zhao Qiulan, there were often "accidental" accidents in the old teaching building, and haunted legends have also been heard. It has never been valued until someone fell there. The neck was broken and life was lost, and the building was completely abandoned, and has been used as a warehouse.
As for the culprit who killed Zhao Qiulan, he was always at large, and soon left City A. Twelve years after Zhao Qiulan's death, he died in a car accident.
The reason why Zhao Qiulan's body was found was because the school decided to refurbish it, and the abandoned building was overthrown. The construction team found a corpse in the foundation of the building. The identity of the corpse was determined by DNA analysis.
It is Zhao Qiulan who has been missing for 22 years.
The body bumped suddenly, then stopped slowly, Mo Yi's body leaned forward with inertia.
The respectful tone of the driver in front of him rang: "Mr. Zhao, the school is here."
Mo Yi sighed lightly and opened her eyes.
He reached out and held up the rimless glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, revealing a gentle impeccable smile: "Thank you."
After speaking, Mo Yi straightened the neck tie, opened the door and walked down.
The school's information system and the police's database are full of loopholes. For him, finding all the information about the case from the inside is as easy as snatching candy from a child.
And those clichéd "the secrets of the insider" are just meaningless repetitions for him.
-What he needs, something more practical.
It is a pity, perhaps because this case was related to the previous school leader, and if there were any implication of city A's senior management, this matter basically became an "unspeakable" case.
The relics in the former teaching building were also locked up.
Mo Yi lowered her eyes, and a slight arrogant smile struck the corners of her lips.
Therefore, as early as the end of the previous copy, Mo Yi found the connection between the game and reality, and began to prepare for today's meeting without a look, including creating a fake identity for himself and spreading some "rumors". .
Seeing the car door opened, several people greeted him instantly. The bald middle-aged man headed forward in a hurry and stepped forward, reaching out his hand:
"Hello Mr. Zhao, welcome and welcome. What are you doing here?"
He had heard of Mr. Zhao's name before. He recently gained popularity in City A, and did a lot of charitable vision. He also donated a lot of finances to many schools. He is a rare master.
Thinking about it that way, the smile on the principal's face could not help but brighten a bit.
Mo Yi pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, with a formula smile on his face, reached out and gently shook him:
"It's true that Zhao Qiulan, who was found here some time ago, is my cousin of the same ancestor. This time I came here to express my condolences."
The smile on the principal's face froze.
The digging of corpses from the campus is a huge loss of reputation for each school, and the rumors cannot be suppressed.
And Zhao Qiulan is the same ancestor of the golden master ... it's even worse.
Although the cause of death has not yet been announced, there are many true or false gossips circulating in the city, and no matter what kind of statement, the reputation of the school cannot be ignored.
Mo Yi squinted his eyes and looked at the principal's reaction through the glasses on the bridge of his nose. His dark eyes were calm and calm. He paused meaningfully and continued:
"Of course, the case itself will be handled by the police. Fang, as a relative, I saw that Shen Xuexue was also very relieved. The main reason for coming here is to reconcile her relics so as to give relief to the elders at home. Of course, there is By the way, talk to the school and cooperate to contribute to the education of the next generation. "
The expression of the principal's expression that had just collapsed instantly became cheering again, but then collapsed again in the next second.
Mo Yi looked at his unpredictable facial expression with a lot of fun, and suddenly felt that his fingers seemed to be moved softly.
As soon as his eyebrows closed, his facial expression faded instantly, his eyes hanging down without any trace.
Look down.
The well-tailored cuffs of the high-level suits reveal slender wrist bones and hang quietly on the side. The five fingers gather naturally and statically, without any difference.
The next second, Mo Yi felt his palm was scratched slightly.
Mo Yi's heart burst, her lips pursed, and she quietly gathered her five fingers.
He probably thought about who the ghost was.
Just then, the headmaster's voice sounded again, and he looked a little embarrassed, and he couldn't stop talking: "That ... I'm sorry, there is nothing left of Zhao Qiulan's relic."
The next second, as if afraid of Mo Yi turning and leaving, his speech speed increased a few minutes:
"But we still have the relics of the previous building, that, or else, you ...?"
The headmaster's words were lightened because of uncertainty, and even a little guilty in the end.
Mo Yi froze in his heart.
If he directly asked to see the relics of the teaching building, the principal would definitely think that he had no plans, so that he was suspicious and thought, and when he thought that the idea was his own, it would become so unguarded.
Mo Yi's face hesitated for a few seconds before finally agreeing with some reluctance, and then the joyous headmaster greeted the campus joyfully.
After the principal turned over, he took a long breath and carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Obviously the other party is still a young man, but somehow, under the gaze of those dark eyes, he always makes him feel awkward.
At this moment in class, everyone walked through the empty corridor, and the sound of lectures came from the classroom next to the corridor, and struck the echo on the floor.
Looking at this familiar and unfamiliar corridor, Mo Yi couldn't help shaking his mind, and instantly produced a strange illusion of magic and reality.
Through the clear windows, you can see that there is a vacant lot under construction not far from the campus. The semi-excavated foundation is bare, and construction has obviously been suspended.
This is why the school is so short of money recently that it is so urgent to catch the olive branch he extended.
Mo Yi retracted his gaze, followed the person in front of him, passed through two connected corridors, and finally came to a locked warehouse behind the teaching building.
The headmaster took out the key, and the sound of the cold iron key colliding with the lock sounded quite empty, and with a scream of a gurgling sound, the iron door opened in a black hole.
Mo Yi nodded politely to the principal and said, "If you cooperate, you can talk to my assistant first. I want to go in alone and remember the old man."
The principal expressed understanding.
Mo Yi finally smiled at him and turned into the warehouse.
The large warehouse was cold and humid, filled with a strong smell of dust, and strangely drilled straight into the human's nasal cavity, making Mo Yi could not help but be choked with a few coughs.
Moi Yi stopped in the middle of the warehouse and looked around the whole warehouse, with the light not bright and some sunlight from the gray windows at the top.
The ceiling of this warehouse is very high, the space inside is unusually wide, and it is full of dusty and shabby tables, chairs and debris.
The chair with no arms and legs fell down to the ground, and piled up with other people into a pile of hills. There were many yellowed books buried in the ground, and the writing on it was blurred.
The whole warehouse was quiet, only a few early summer cicadas could be heard outside the open door of the warehouse.
Mo Yi took a deep breath and walked around this warehouse.
At that moment, he felt his clothes corner sink slightly.
Maybe something got hooked.
Mo Yi ignored it, but bent down and wiped the dust off a table, narrowing his eyes to observe carefully.
The next second, his horns were torn again.
Mo Yi froze, looking down his side, and just glanced at the thin smoke that hadn't disappeared at the corner of her clothes.
Mo Yi pulled out his mobile phone, put the screen on the table, and lowered his voice and asked:
"Is there a problem?"
I saw the keyboard on the phone screen automatically start typing characters: "Follow me."
Immediately afterwards, a small, gentle force wrapped Mo Yi's little thumb, pulling him in a certain direction.
Mo Yi's eyebrows became serious, and he reached up to pick up the mobile phone on the side of the table, and followed the force that pulled himself toward the deep part of the warehouse.
The force that had been wrapped around his fingers disappeared after passing through several shattered blackboards and a pile of worn and abandoned tables and chairs.
New characters appear on the phone screen: "Below."
Mo Yi patted the dust on his clothes, followed the guidelines, and looked under the half-wood chair in front of him-his eyes narrowed slightly.
Lying in the dust was a black and distorted picture frame, as if it had been burned by fire, and the original silver-white traces could be seen only in a few corners.
It is missing a corner.
-As if reminding him that what happened in the copy really happened.
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[] Diary: I feel good today, happy.

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