Chapter 43:

Chapter 43
After Mo Yi finished speaking, she paced in irritability, her brows frowning.
Under the dim and cold corridor lights, his pale face due to blood loss was even paler at the moment, and there was no trace of blood on the clenched lips.
Wang Zezhi eased himself from Mo Yi's inference just now, and he couldn't help getting a hair back.
He swallowed saliva embarrassingly and asked, "Well ... now that we are the victims, the newcomers are the perpetrators, then ... who will play the onlookers?"
Mo Yi shook his head slightly, and answered, "I don't know."
He pursed his lips and said with some uncertainty: "Just when Sun Xiaoyan was killed, I seemed to hear laughter."
When Wang Zezhi heard the words, he could not help but feel cold. Goosebumps suddenly lifted a layer. He shrank his shoulders and revealed a reluctant smile, "You ... don't scare me."
Mo Yi raised an eyebrow and did not answer.
He lowered his head and rubbed the slip of paper in his hand. A rough touch came from his fingertips, and the fragile and thin paper made a slight rustle.
Mo Yi's gaze stopped at the handwriting on the note, his eyes were dark, and for a moment he could not see what he was thinking.
The atmosphere in the air was a little scary for a while.
Wang Zezhi looked at him there and looked at the note over and over again. He couldn't help but break the silence, and asked with some doubt: "Isn't that a few words on that paper, what are you looking at?"
His words seemed to awaken Mo Yi.
Mo Yi raised his head from his thoughts, and his dark eyes looked at Wang Zezhi, but he didn't focus on him, as if straight through him.
He answered unquestionably, "I was thinking, where did the body go?"
One of Wang Ze's corpses: The corpse?
Mo Yi then said: "The massacre was originally to cover up the evidence, so the bodies of more than 300 orphans could never be carried out blatantly. Where would they go?"
Wang Zezhi's gaze tightened, he reached out and pushed the glasses on his bridge of his nose, thought it over carefully, and replied, "Will it be shipped out in batches overnight?"
Mo Yi nodded: "It's possible."
After speaking, he held up the note in his hand and showed it to Wang Zezhi:
"But if so, why did they let us" find them "again?"
The answer is coming soon-the bodies of the orphans are likely to be hidden in this orphanage.
Wang Zezhi frowned a little bit: "But this orphanage is so big, where can we find it? And ..."
He turned to look at the iron door that had been locked. It glowed cold in the darkness, and lay quietly at the end of the corridor.
And there's a good chance those corpses-downstairs.
Mo Yi's brow frowned even tighter. He looked up at the brightly lit hall on the other side of the corridor, and suddenly seemed to think of something: "I might have a solution."
Before the words fell, Mo Yi turned and walked out of the corridor. The back was thin and straight, and it looked even more reassuring when looking in the backlight.
Wang Zezhi paused and pulled up.
Under the bright lights in the hall, although the blood on the ground had dried up, it was still shocking. A long trail of blood trails extended into one of the corridors, leaving dark red marks on the smooth ground.
Mo Yi said:
"Since the identity of the orphan in the orphanage we played, then ... after Sun Xiaoyan was killed, her body must be stacked with other orphans."
Wang Zezhi knew it when he saw the blood on the ground, and then he said, "Just follow the blood and we will find the bones."
Mo Yi smiled and nodded: much smarter than Jiang Yuanbai of the previous copy.
They followed the bloodstains and walked into the corridor.
This corridor is the corridor where the players rest, and it is also the longest of the four corridors. The end of the corridor is swallowed into the darkness by dim light. There are twelve identical rooms juxtaposed on both sides of the corridor.
The bloodstains in the underground stayed at the beginning of the corridor. The dragged bloodstains turned into large swaths of blood pools, and the debris with internal organs and flesh was like ... it was divided into corpses.
Excessive splattered blood covered almost the first half of the corridor and almost covered up other marks.
Mo Yi frowned without a trace, and turned to Wang Zezhi, "It seems that I can only look for it separately."
Wang Zezhi nodded helplessly.
Mo Yi is in charge of the six rooms on the left, and Wang Zezhi is in charge of the six on the right.
Mo Yi turned and entered the first room on the left. The room was obviously restored to the past. The light above his head was no longer dim, and the bright light fell down, but it could not dispel the chill in his heart.
The floor was dripping with irregular blood.
Mo Yi walked around the room, banging around, testing whether there was a compartment under the wall, bending down to find the gap on the floor, trying to find the same secret room as before.
-Unfortunately, they are all solid.
He frowned, turned and walked into the second room.
The second room is almost the same as the first room, with a lot of blood stains, without the walls and floor of the mezzanine compartment.
Mo Yi's brow tightened.
He turned around and walked out of the second room, and just met Wang Zezhi, who also came out from the opposite side.
Wang Zezhi wiped the sweat on his forehead and asked, "Did you find anything?"
Mo Yi didn't speak, staring at him in a daze.
Wang Zezhi had a hair in his heart, raised his palm and shook in front of him: "How ..."
His words did not fall, and the remaining words were stuck in the trembling throat, and no syllable could be squeezed out-Wang Zezhi saw the palms of his raised hands covered with blood.
He looked up at Mo Yi with a horror, but only saw Mo Yi standing in front of him, a pair of dark eyes staring right at him, a trace of blood on his pale face.
He whispered eloquently:
"Underyourbones, nearestourskin
I’mherewiththeefoeverandever "
One of Wang Zeyi: This is ... the little poem carved on that table?
Although the expression on Mo Yi's face did not change much, his eyes exposed his uneasy mood.
The speed of his speech involuntarily increased:
"I used to think that the subject of the poem was the author, but I was wrong-the subject of the poem is actually the player!"
One of Wang Ze's concubine.
Mo Yi's breathing was slightly quicker, he took a deep breath and continued:
"Since entering this copy, each of us has been under the bones and flesh of the orphan!"
Wang Zezhi understood it, his face turned pale in an instant: "So ... the body is actually always on our heads?"
Mo Yi nodded-he finally knew where the dark water stains on the ceiling had come from before the timeline of the entire orphanage had gone backwards, and why the ceiling in this orphanage was always so low.
The two walked quickly into the room behind them, raised their eyes and looked into the room. Sure enough, in the gap between the ceiling and the wall, dark red to blackened half-dried blood was seeping.
Wang Zezhi stood on one of the small iron beds and raised his arm to test the area touching the bleeding ceiling. Sure enough, the ceiling was loosened and a hidden door was pushed open.
The stench of blood smelled, and Wang Zezhi coughed again and again.
He tipped his toes slightly, turned on the flashlight he carried with him, and shot into it, instantly speechless by the look inside.
In the dim, dusty compartment, there were dense bones, which seemed to be the child's leg bones. Lying close to him were two cut flesh-bonded legs.
Needless to know, this is part of Sun Xiaoyan's body after being divided.
Wang Zezhi jumped down with a reluctant nausea and repeated the scene just now.
Mo Yi nodded with a calm face and said, "" If I'm not mistaken, the whole orphanage's upper part is the remains of the children's corpses.
Perhaps because he had already guessed, Wang Zezhi was not so surprised this time, but he still had a look, after all, no one was very able to accept that he had stayed for more than three days under three hundred remains.
Mo Yi turned and said, "Let's go, let's open all the other ceilings."
Wang Zezhi nodded and walked behind him.
They crossed the corridor and were preparing to walk to another room. However, halfway through, Wang Zezhi suddenly remembered something and asked:
"By the way, only part of Sun Xiaoyan I saw above ... Zhao Yicheng and Song Qi were not on it. You said, would they ...?"
Mo Yi's pace paused slightly, and he answered, "Everyone will be assigned a role by the orphanage, and Zhao Yicheng should be too."
Thinking of Song Qi, Mo Yi made a slight mistake, but he really didn't know how to explain it.
"Song Qi" is outside of the whole system, and there will be no role assignment, but he can never tell Wang Zezhi that this is a haze of mists, right?
Mo Yi frowned, thought for a while, and said, "As for Song Qi, you should be dead."
Wang Zezhi: "..."? ? ?
Just then, a low voice came suddenly behind him:
"Why don't I know I'm dead."
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Mo Yi: #Behind the scenes of saying bad things about others was caught on the spot, what to do, wait online, urgent #
Song Qi: #My sweetheart said that I was dead when I was getting along with other men, what to do, wait online, urgent #
Wang Zezhi: "..." resigned

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