Chapter 30

Mo Yi looked at the "carpet" that had covered the floor before.

The structure is pressed so tightly that it is very hard to step on it. It is impossible to distinguish it from the normal ground. The wood texture on it is so vivid that it is almost impossible to distinguish the difference from the previous ground in such a dim light environment.

Exquisite workmanship.

Mo Yi said in his heart.

With this orphanage whose walls are all crooked is not a grade.

The clouds of doubt gathered deeper and deeper.

Mo Yi rolled the blanket aside and turned to look at the iron door on the ground.

The flat iron door flashed a little cold light under the dim light. There was no unnecessary ornament on it. It was smooth and flat. Only one side had something similar to a handle, lying in the middle of the groove on the ground.

There is a big lock with a long history on it, which seems to have been destroyed by violence and has been broken.

Mo Yi tentatively stretched out his other hand, forced the half heavy lock away, then held the handle and lifted it upward --

the iron door opened silently.

A cold and humid smell, with dust and the smell of something rotten.

Mo Yi was caught off guard and coughed several times.

He reached for his flashlight and flashed it into the hidden passage.

After losing the iron door to cover, the dark hole of the hole was exposed, and layers of stairs extended to the inner bottom, leading to the unknown darkness.

The torch's beam cannot penetrate the deep darkness of the ground, and can only illuminate the first few steps on the top floor.

It's been a long time since I set foot in the dust.

Mo Yi turned over his bag and stuck a small clip on the side of the iron door to prevent the iron door from falling down suddenly after he entered.

Then he bent down and gingerly picked up the steps.

The turbid air, which had been sealed in the ground for a long time, filled his nose, and his steps took up a cloud of dust, which scattered in the cold air, flying in front of the light column of the flashlight.

The steps below were narrow and long, and the darkness deepened as they went down.

The light from the top of the head was thinner and weaker, and it was almost difficult to penetrate the narrow cellar, leaving only a vague outline when looking up.

Finally, Mo Yi's foot reached the ground.

He left the steps, took a few tentative steps forward, moved his flashlight, and tried to see where he was.

The light of the flashlight moves through the whole underground space, sketching out a vague but indistinct outline.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

It's a lot bigger than he thought.

At this time, the flashlight seemed to light up a long line hanging in one corner. Mo Yi walked over in the dark, and then stretched out his hand to gently pull it.

The light came on and lit up the whole basement.

It is a very broad place with tight structure and closed ceiling dome, which protects the underground space. The walls are straight and strong without wallpaper. The hard rocks are exposed. The walls are covered with dirt and the wet water stains caused by being in the cold and cold underground. The ground is also a gravel ground, on which you can hear the small sound of friction with the soles of shoes.

The most startling ones are those densely packed cots.

They are almost full of space, as if to save space, these beds are extremely close, almost no gap, one by one tightly arranged.

And through these little beds, just across the room, was a half open wooden door.

Mo Yi scanned the whole room roughly and counted it silently in his heart: there are more than 150 cots in this room alone, enough to accommodate the same number of children.

He put his legs into the gap between the bed and the bed, and walked cautiously forward. After he reached the end of the room, Mo Yi stretched his legs a little and gave a long sigh of relief.

He went to the door, reached for it, pushed it open, and found the same light rope in the corresponding corner.

After a slight pull, the overhead light hummed a few times, then flickered on, can light up the whole room.

Mo Yi couldn't help but take a breath.

This room, like the one in front, has an amazing number of cots.

But the only difference was that the walls of the room were splashed with an astonishing amount of brown blood, which had been piled up again and again into dark black, and condensed and dried up into terrible marks on the wall.

There are bullet holes on the wall.

On each cot, on the dirty mat, there were different amounts of blood left, which looked extremely tragic.

It's like There was a massacre here.

The room smelled of staleness and disgusting.

Mo Yi calmed down and found that there were several small rooms in this tragic room.There are marks on them - "Dean's room", "nursing room", "storage room" and so on.

Mo Yi suddenly realized.

He finally knew why there were so few rooms above and why public spaces were so poorly constructed.

The orphanage on the ground is just the tip of the iceberg, or a cover, while its real body and viscera are hidden under the ground.

What is the purpose of this orphanage on the ground?

Mo Yi looks around at the amazing number of small beds in the room, and a guess slowly surfaced in his heart.

His eyes sank, and his dark eyes seemed to freeze for a moment.

Mo Yi subconsciously turned the flashlight in his palm, and then went straight to the dean's room under the ground.

This Dean's room is different from the one on the ground. The desk and chair are all turned over disorderly like being robbed. The yellowing and old documents are scattered in the whole room, and all places are covered with thick dust.

However, the first thing Mo Yi noticed was the kind of crooked photos on the wall.

The picture is yellow, with two big holes and curly corners, but the portrait is still clear.

It was a tall woman, dressed in a straight black dress, with her hands in her arms, her eyes were solemn, and there was a deep wrinkle between her eyebrows. She looked straight at the camera.

Mo Yi Leng Leng Leng, flashed in his mind that he found in the library clip newspaper - this seems to be the woman who was hanged above.

Just then, standing at the door, he hesitated.

In the dean's room on the ground, he was almost killed, which made him cautious.

After all, Mo Yi doesn't know whether the rules on the ground are applicable under the ground.

If applicable, there is no second Song Qi to save him this time.

Mo Yi frowned and recalled every detail of the rule. None of them mentioned that there was an underground space. The hint at the beginning of the game was to tell them to act according to the rules.

So Is it possible to think that in this basement, we can drill holes in the rules?

Mo Yi took a deep breath and decided to gamble.

He stepped into the dean's room with a big stride, and then stuck his foot against the door to prevent it from closing suddenly. Then Mo Yi lowered his head and looked at the pointer of his watch slowly turning in circles, while his muscles were tense, ready to rush out at any time when things were not right.

He was attacked within ten minutes of entering the door last time.

So, to be on the safe side, Mo Yi waited for 15 minutes this time.

The pointer is evenly rotating on the dial, making a gentle sound of walking, and quietly covers the whole room. Fifteen minutes passed quickly, but nothing happened.

Mo Yi slowly breathed a breath, and his tense muscles relaxed a little: great. It seems that his guess is correct.

He walked quickly into the room, crouched down, and began to rummage through the scattered papers.

Many places in those records are vague. Sometimes they are replaced by abbreviations. Sometimes they are even marked with the date and the amount of money.

This is a ledger.

Mo Yi's brows wrinkled tightly.

On one page, he recognized several familiar names, arranged in familiar order: "Daniel tommy…… john……”

It was the name of the name tag on the front of the bed in his room.

In front of the name, it seems that the orphan's original family and a brief introduction of the family situation are nothing special. However, at the back of the name, there are a few words of money and money marked in scribbled handwriting. There are also some simple notes: "leather factory", "private", "private".

Mo Yi clenched the Yellow crisp paper, leaving a faint temperature on the rough paper.

His conjecture was confirmed.

It's a transit point for illegal child trafficking, where orphans from all over the world are brought to this place, then placed in the dark and crowded underground, and then sold one by one.

They were transported, bought, or taken out of the country anonymously.

The formal orphanage on the ground is just to cover up the dirty trade under it, so it is so careless and short of weight, because they know that none of the children who are sent here can stay enough to use the public space here.

Mo Yi breathed a little, and subconsciously murmured:

"all hope abandon, ye who enter in"

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