Mo Yi stood up and stumbled and walked quickly to the overturned small bed.

This time, instead of rummaging through the four bed posts facing the sky, he pushed it hard to lie on his side, groping in the bed post above its front.

Sure enough, he quickly found a dusty ball of paper.

Mo Yi gently shook the dust on it, and then carefully spread the paper ball.

The tan and somewhat yellow paper is crumpled and looks old and dirty.

On the note, draw a hanging villain with tender crayons.

Below the villain are a few scattered English letters.

Mo Yi's expression was faint between his eyebrows and eyes.

Sure enough, he guessed it right.

Whether it is beneath or under, it is in a relative position, and the bed is upside down, so of course the clues must be found in the upside down way.

Without hesitation, he overlapped the two strips of paper, then turned on the flashlight and shone it from bottom to top.

The pale lamp post passed through the dark yellow and old paper, and the light seemed to be stained with dust.

As Mo Yi's fingers moved gently, the gallows and the villain slowly overlapped together, and the handwriting on the paper was pieced together:

“thanatos”

Tanatos?

Mo Yi frowned, and a puzzled look flashed in his eyes.

In Greek mythology, Tanatus is the word "death", which controls death and destruction.

Although Mo Yi was not very familiar with Greek mythology, he still had a little understanding of Tanatus.

But he couldn't figure out what it means to appear here?

Mo Yi subconsciously stroked the uneven edge of the paper, staring at the two pieces of paper, while lowering his head and pondering.

At this moment, he seemed to think of something, and suddenly raised his head and looked at the dean's office opposite the room.

Song Qi was standing inside the door, flipping the files on the ground, his head lowered, and through the dim lights of most of the room, he could hardly see the expression on his face.

Mo Yi's eyes lit up and he raised his voice and said to Song Qi:

"Can you see the files of these orphans there?"

Song Qi raised his head slightly, paused, and replied: "Yes."

Mo Yi's face looked a little pale in the light, but his eyes were astonishingly bright as a flame burning in the abyss. He took a deep breath and continued:

"You look for any orphans from down-and-out noble families, or at least middle-class families?"

If his previous guess about the teddy bear is correct... then every time it appears, it is actually taking him step by step to get closer to the truth.

Whether it is a teddy bear or the handwriting on the note, they are extremely childlike. However, every prompt on the note is extremely unusual - whether it is a divine song or a Tanatos, they are beyond the knowledge chain of an ordinary child, not to mention that in this orphanage background, illiteracy still accounts for the majority.

Then, there is a great possibility that the child who left clues to him everywhere came from a family with excellent tutoring, which allowed him to be exposed to aristocratic education at such a young age.

The soft rubbing sound of paper turning around came from the dean's room. After a while, Song Qi's voice came:

“Finally found.”

However, before Mo Yi could breathe a sigh of relief, Song Qi continued to add: "And there are quite a few."

Mo Yi's brow frowned tightly, and a deep mark was engraved on the eyebrows.

This means more clues are needed to narrow down.

He subconsciously tightened his fingers, and the old paper in his hand made a fragile wiping sound.

Mo Yi was stunned and subconsciously looked at the note in his hand.

...Tanatos.

He was a little confused and suddenly said, "Then, are there any brothers among these people?"

Song Qi answered quickly this time: "Yes."

Mo Yi's heart finally relaxed when he reached his throat.

As the god of death, Tanatos never appears alone in Greek mythology. He has a younger brother, Sleeping Goddess, and both of them are sons of the goddess of night. They always appear in pairs and carry the bodies of the dead in the night together.

In addition, whether it is hide and seek or hangman, both games require more than one person to play.

That's why Mo Yi guessed that this was a pair of brothers.

He breathed a sigh of relief and stood up with his palms. Because he had been squatting for too long, his legs and feet were a little numb. Mo Yi staggered a few steps and almost fell down.

But Mo Yi couldn't care about the numbness that had not yet been dissolved below his knees. He accelerated his pace, bypassed the numerous small beds in the entire room, and walked straight to the dean's office.

Song Qi happened to come out of it and the two met.

Mo Yi suddenly realized that Song Qi's face seemed to be getting worse and worse.

He asked with some concern: "Are you okay?"

Upon hearing this, Song Qi looked at him deeply. His light gray pupils seemed to be lighter in color, and there was an inorganic halo under the light. He stared at Mo Yi for a few seconds, and suddenly curled his lips and smiled: "It's okay."

Since they said so, Mo Yi couldn't continue asking questions, so he had to give a word with concern:

"Don't be stubborn if you feel uncomfortable."

Song Qi nodded, and then handed the documents in his hand to Mo Yi.

Mo Yi pursed his lips, reached out to take the document, lowered his head and read it carefully.

This is a pair of brothers, the older brother is Albert and the younger brother is Aaron. Both of them are very typical Hebrew names, which are obviously closely related to the family's religious beliefs.

In addition, what attracted Mo Yi's attention was their surname "Howard".

Although Mo Yi didn't know much about British surnames, he also knew that the Howard family was a prestigious nobleman in England. So does this mean... these two children were related to this family?

But if this is true, how could they have been trapped in this orphanage?

Mo Yi continued to read with the questions in his heart.

Perhaps because of the illegal activities in this orphanage, many records are extremely simple, and some are mixed with slanderous words from the lower classes of that era, which looks a bit confusing.

Mo Yi frowned and pondered the meaning inside and outside the words while slowly turning on the second page.

There were two newspaper clippings the size of tofu blocks, and the paper pages were yellowed, but the handwriting was still clear.

Both are obituaries.

The first is a man who unfortunately died on the battlefield, and the second is a down-and-out noble family who encountered a fire and the mistress who was suspected of being mentally ill is setting fire to the fire.

The general outline of a tragedy was slowly outlined.

The husband who died unfortunately on the battlefield of World War I, his wife who was mentally ill due to the inability to bear the grief and set fire to the fire, and a pair of brothers who lost their father at a young age and were wandering in public orphanages for several years.

Mo Yi looked at the date carefully. Since it was during World War I, the number of people who became orphans surged, and the government's main energy was also focused on the battlefield abroad, which led to the growth of darkness and no one stopped such illegal activities.

The continuous stream of orphans are sent here through various channels, openly and secretly, and then they will be sold soon, and will last for only half a month.

——And the record of these brothers lasted for a full year and a half.

Looking at the last recorded date on the page of paper, Mo Yi was stunned, and a vague thought flashed through his mind.

He hurriedly searched in his backpack, and then took out the book he had found in the library.

Mo Yi opened the pages and found another piece of newspaper clippings in the dusty yellow paper.

On the clippings wet with moisture and unclear handwriting, the tall woman stood in front of the camera, her pale and blurred facial features staring straight at the camera, looking dull and stiff.

However, Mo Yi was not concerned with the photos, but the date marked on the clippings:

March 17, 1919.

Mo Yi turned his head and looked at the orphan's record. The last date marked on it was:

March 10, 1919.

The brothers stayed in this orphanage until a week before the hanging.

Why do they stay here for so long?

Could it be that their aristocratic status prevented the dean from selling them easily?

Mo Yi frowned, and a faint vague feeling lingered in his heart, making him feel a little irritated.

He put the clippings back into the book, reached out to support the bed post beside him, and stood up.

As he looked up, Mo Yi's eyes suddenly met the portrait hanging on the wall.

The pale lights in the dean's room illuminated the narrow room and lit down from above, looking cold and lusty.

The tall woman's stereotypical and serious face was framed in the broken photo frame. In the yellowed and curly photo, the woman's empty eyes looked straight ahead, standing with her hands behind her back, and wearing a solemn black suit, looking particularly unknown.

Her posture and clothes were exactly the same as those in the clippings.

Mo Yi's heart tightened, and if he had been tense suddenly as if he had been electrocuted, his back felt cold.

——He knew where his sense of incongruity came from.

The UK has to sentence a person to the gallows, and the judicial process is extremely long, sometimes even lasting several months. Since the president was sentenced in March, it means that she was arrested and imprisoned in at least February.

Then, after the dean was arrested and the orphanage was seized.
Chapter completed!