Chapter 38

Mo Yi subconsciously turned his head and looked behind him.

The dusty wooden door was tightly closed, and stuck together with the twisted door frame. Under the crooked letters, small bloody handprints stacked together layer by layer, leaving shocking traces on the dirty and invisible door panel.

I don’t know if it was his illusion, but Mo Yi always felt that these bloody handprints... seemed to have increased.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to throw the unknown signs that appeared in his mind behind him, then lowered his head and picked up the rolled paper.

A rough and age-rich touch came from the fingertips, which was quite thick.

Mo Yi pursed his lips and reached out to spread the paper.

The dust instantly spread, flying under the dim wall lights, blurring his gaze.

Mo Yi coughed slightly when he was choked, shook the dust off his hands with force, and then looked into his hands.

To his surprise, this was actually a photo.

This is a group photo.

Wrinkled and stained. The most obvious thing is that there are many small brown dots on it irregularly staining on it, as if it is splashing on it.

Mo Yi was stunned and hurriedly looked at the lower left corner of the photo.

There happened to be a corner missing there.

Mo Yi's heart beat wildly, causing him to subconsciously hold his breath.

He knew which photo it was.

It was the photo of the photo frame hanging in the dark room underground. After the massacre, it was quickly pulled off and replaced by the woman sent to the gallows.

The small brown dot on it is the blood stains of the orphan that was sprayed on it.

Mo Yi took out the torn photo from his backpack, then took a deep breath and slowly approached it to the photo.

Moment angle vs. Moment angle, gap vs.

Strictly fit.

That photo was completed.

The background is a dim and gray sky, a gloomy orphanage, and in front of the orphanage, there are several rows of short children standing. Their faces are blurred and stiff, and their malnourished and thin bodies are like walking corpses, and their unscrupulous eyes are staring straight at the camera like two black holes.

Beside the group of children, there was a familiar figure: a tall and stern woman, wearing a simple black dress as usual, looking cold and inhumane. Beside her were women who looked like caregivers, all of whom were numb and indifferent.

On the other side of the orphans, a unique figure attracted Mo Yi's attention.

He was a man of medium size, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, and looked mediocre and had little special features. He stood in the corner of the crowd, showing a kind smile at the camera.

Mo Yi noticed that the man's hand was casually placed on the shoulders of an orphan beside him, and the orphan's limbs were obviously stiff, with their shoulders obviously high and low, as if they wanted to escape his touch.

Through the yellowing and blurry photos, you can clearly see the emotions written on the child's face-

fear.

Mo Yi's breathing stagnated. Could this be the reason why the little girl gave her this to her...?

Because is the real manager of this orphanage in this photo?

The faster Mo Yi's heartbeat, he looked at the man in the photo, but half of the man's face was stained with a small piece of brown blood, which made people feel a little disgusted.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed hard on the rough and uneven surface of the photo. The remaining dust was aroused by his movements and rose into the air.

However, perhaps because of the age, the brown bloodstain stayed firmly on the surface of the photo, with no signs of loosening at all.

Mo Yi didn't have much hope, so he stopped worrying about this. Instead, he carefully looked the photo up and down. After confirming that he had no clues to fall behind, he rolled up the photo again, put it in his backpack, and then raised his legs and walked outwards.

Walking through the long and dark corridor, as he was about to arrive at the hall, Mo Yi heard a whispering sound from the hall.

His heart tightened, and he quickly accelerated his pace and walked towards the slightest light at the end of the corridor.

As soon as he arrived at the hall, Mo Yi was stunned.

——Another victim.

This time, it was the newcomer who chose to follow Zhao Yicheng and others.

She fell on her back on the floor of the hall, her limbs pressing against herself like broken dolls.

The gurgling blood slowly spread under her body, like a flower of death was slowly blooming. A big hole was broken in her chest and head. From the wound, you could see the white bones and internal organs, as well as the red and white brains in the broken skull.

She stared at the ceiling with her broken and turbid eyes with her eyes open, and large patches of blood left dirty traces on her pale and twisted side face.

Not hanged.

A solemn look was dyed in Mo Yi's eyes: Unlike several other deaths, this way of killing people...is almost like torture and killing.

At this moment, his shoulder was slapped heavily.

Mo Yi turned his head and saw Wang Zezhi standing behind him panting.

He looked extremely embarrassed, his clothes were wrinkled and hung on his body, his hair was messy, and his body was covered in dust, as if he had rolled around on the ground. He stuck his waist with his hands, his spine arched, and he gasped quickly, unable to speak.

Mo Yi reached out to help him up, but he was staggering by Wang Zezhi's weight.

“…”

He let go of his hands as if nothing had happened, turned around, patted Wang Zezhi on the back, and helped him to make peace.

At this moment, Mo Yi found that a circle of swollen and blue marks were swelling and bleeding slowly oozing, which looked particularly eye-catching on the white skin.

His eyes paused invisibly.

Wang Zezhi took a few quick breaths and finally calmed down from his breathless state. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then spoke in a daze:

"I just now..."

As soon as he said that, he and Mo Yi were both shocked at the same time. Wang Zezhi's original gentle tone became very hoarse, like a broken gong, and it hurt the listener's ears like a thick gravel.

Wang Zezhi coughed a few times, cleared his throat, and then his voice returned to his previous tone. Although it was still hoarse, it was at least not scary:

"Just...I went to the dean's office."

Mo Yi's eyes became serious when he heard this. He straightened his body, looked at Wang Zezhi and asked:

"What happened?"

He calmed down and said with some stuttering:

"I know now how difficult it was for you to get the schedule last time...I...I met a woman," Wang Zezhi's face flashed with a hint of horror. He took a deep breath and subconsciously stroked his throat: "I...I almost fell there."

Mo Yi was stunned: "Then you later...?"

Wang Zezhi smiled bitterly, spread his palms, and saw a small burnt doll lying in his palm. The doll's head was tilted and there were very obvious marks on his neck.

He said, "I'm too proud... If this prop he exchanged in the game store helped me block it, I'm afraid I'd fallen there."

After saying that, Wang Zezhi paused and looked up at Mo Yi with some confusion: "You didn't bring any other props in, right...? Then how did you escape in the end?"

Mo Yi was stunned when he heard this and subconsciously touched his bandaged left hand.

In fact, it doesn’t hurt so much now, and you can even do some simple movements. I have to say that “Song Qi”’s bone correction technique is really good.

Mo Yi lowered his eyelashes and covered a complicated look in his eyes.

When he raised his eyes again, his face had returned to his usual calmness and rationality. Mo Yi looked around the entire hall without a trace: Song Qi was not here.

He was not very surprised.

After all, at the beginning, he had such considerations when he proposed to act separately.

Mo Yi pursed his lips, looked at Wang Zezhi again, showed a faint smile, and replied vaguely: "Probably... I'm lucky."

Seeing him answering like this, Wang Zezhi couldn't continue asking.

At this moment, Wang Zezhi seemed to remember something, and his eyes lit up instantly. He looked at Mo Yi, and his tone became a little excited:

"However, this time I was in danger was not without gains."

After saying that, he used his hands, which were excited and extremely trembling, to unzip the zipper of his backpack, and took out a wrinkled document from the bag.

Mo Yi frowned in confusion.

He clearly remembered that when he was in the dean's office last time, he had basically read through most of the documents. So these new clues were...?

Suddenly, Mo Yi seemed to think of something, looked at Wang Zezhi with burning eyes, and asked in a urgency: "What did it look like when you entered the dean's office this time?"

Wang Zezhi was stunned by Mo Yi's question for no reason, and replied in confusion: "Well... it looks like an ordinary office, nothing special. After I went in, this document was placed in the center of the table. When I got it... it was..."

"Just been attacked?" Mo Yi took over the conversation without warning.

"Well...yes." Wang Zezhi touched the back of his head blankly, and then nodded hesitantly.

Deep thought flashed in Mo Yi's eyes.

The time he entered the dean's office, he turned the whole office into a mess, the tables and chairs were all over, and even the bookshelf was pushed to the ground by him. Since Wang Zezhi said that he saw an ordinary office, it means that after starting the side mission, the dean's office had the same changes, just like other houses in the orphanage.

I have to admit that the information that Wang Zezhi got at the risk of his life this time is very valuable.

Mo Yi's facial lines softened a little, and he took the information from Wang Zezhi. When he opened it and was about to read it, his eyes accidentally flashed across his watch.

5:02

The alarm clock he ordered didn't ring.
Chapter completed!