Chapter 32

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

This time, instead of rummaging through the four pillars of the bed facing upward, he pushed it to the side and groped in the bed post above its front.

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

Mo Yi gently shakes the dust on it, and then carefully unfolds the paper ball.

Brown and some yellow pieces of paper were crumpled and looked old and dirty.

On the note, with a young crayon, he drew a hanging villain.

Below the villain are a few scattered English letters.

Mo Yi looks pale between her eyebrows and eyes.

Sure enough, he guessed right.

Whether beneath or under is a relative position, and the bed is inverted, then the clues must be searched in the way of inverted.

Without much hesitation, he overlapped the two pieces of paper together, then turned on his flashlight and photographed it from bottom to top.

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

With Mo Yi's fingers gently moving, the gallows and the villains slowly overlap, and the handwriting on the paper is also pieced together:

"Thanatos"

tanatos?

Mo Yi frowned, his eyes flashed a puzzled look.

In Greek mythology, tanatos is the word of death, which is in charge of death and destruction.

Although Mo Yi is not very familiar with Greek mythology, he still has a little understanding of tanatos.

However, he couldn't figure out what the "Thanatos" means here?

Mo Yi unconsciously rubbed the uneven edge of the paper, while staring at the two pieces of paper, while bending his head in meditation.

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

Song Qi was standing in the door, flipping through the files on the ground. His head was hanging low. He could hardly see the expression on his face through the dim light in most of the rooms.

Mo Yi's eyes brightened, raised his voice and said to Song Qi:

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

Song Qi raised his head a little, paused, and replied, "yes."

Mo Yi's face looked pale in the light, but his eyes were so bright that he took a deep breath and then said:

"do you find any orphans from a poor noble family or at least a middle-class family with accumulation?"

If his previous conjecture about teddy bears is correct So every time it appears, it is actually taking him closer to the truth step by step.

Whether it's a teddy bear or the handwriting on the note, it's very childish. However, every hint on the note is extremely unusual - whether it is divine comedy or tanatos, it is beyond the knowledge chain of an ordinary child. Moreover, in the background of this orphanage, illiterates still occupy the majority.

Well, there is a great possibility that the child who left clues everywhere came from a family with excellent family education, so that he was exposed to high-quality aristocratic education at such a young age.

In the dean's room, there was a slight friction sound of paper turning. After a while, Song Qi's voice came:

"I've found it."

However, before Mo Yi could breathe a sigh of relief, he only listened to Song Qi's addition: "there are many more."

Mo Yi's eyebrows wrinkled tightly and carved a deep impression in the center of his eyebrows.

That means more clues are needed to narrow the scope.

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

Mo Yi is stunned and subconsciously looks at the note in his hand.

…… Tanatos.

He was distracted and suddenly raised his voice and said, "well, are there any brothers among these people?"

Song Qi answered this time quickly: "yes."

Mo Yi's heart was finally relieved when he mentioned his voice.

As the God of death, tanatos did not appear alone in Greek mythology. He had a younger brother, sopranos, who were the sons of the goddess of night. They both appeared in pairs to carry the body of the dead in the night.

Plus, whether it's hide and seek or hangman, both games require more than one person to play.

Therefore, Mo Yi would guess that this is a pair of brothers.

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

However, Mo Yi did not care about the acid and hemp that had not been cleared up below his knee. He quickened his pace, bypassed the numerous cots in the whole room, and went straight to the dean's room.

Song Qi just came out of it, and they met each other face to face.Mo Yi suddenly found that Song Qi's face seemed to be getting worse.

"Are you ok?" he asked, somewhat worried

After hearing the speech, Song Qi looked at him deeply. The pupils of a pair of light gray eyes seemed to be more pale, and there was a halo of inorganic matter under the light. He looked at Mo Yi for a few seconds, and suddenly he hooked his lips and laughed: "it's OK."

Since all this has been said, Mo Yi is not good to continue to ask, so he has to tell him anxiously:

"if you are not comfortable, don't be arrogant."

Song Qi nodded and handed the document to Mo Yi.

Mo Yi pursed his lips, reached for the document and read it carefully.

This is a pair of brothers. The elder brother is called Albert, and the younger brother is named Aaron. Both of them are very typical Hebrew names, which are obviously related to the religious belief of the family.

In addition, what attracts Mo Yi's attention is their surname "Howard".

Although Mo Yi doesn't know much about English surnames, he also knows that the Howard family is a prestigious aristocrat in England. Does this mean that Are these two children related to the family?

But if this is the case, how can they be exiled to this orphanage?

Mo Yi continued to read with questions from the bottom of his heart.

Perhaps because of the illegal activities in the orphanage, many of the records are very brief, and some are mixed with the slang of the lower class of that era, which seems to make people even confused.

Mo Yi frowned and pondered over the meaning of the words, and slowly opened the second page.

There were two pieces of newspaper cuttings about the size of bean curd. The paper was yellow, but the handwriting was still clear.

Both are obituaries.

The first is a man who died unfortunately in the battlefield. The second is that the downcast aristocratic family is caught in a fire, and the suspected insane hostess sets fire to herself.

The general outline of a tragedy is slowly outlined.

Her husband, who died in the first World War, and his wife, who was insane because she couldn't bear the grief, set fire to herself, and a couple of brothers, who were young and lost their parents, had been sent to public orphanages for several times.

Mo Yi looked at the date carefully. Because it was the first World War, the number of orphans increased rapidly, and the government's main energy was also focused on foreign battlefields. This led to the breeding of darkness, and such illegal activities were not stopped.

An endless stream of orphans are sent to this place by various means, both in the dark and in the dark, and then they will soon be sold, staying for no more than half a month.

The brothers' record lasted a full year and a half.

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

He rummaged through his backpack and took out the book he had found in the library.

Mo Yi opened the pages of the book, and there was another newspaper clipping in the dusty yellow paper.

The tall woman stood in front of the camera, her pale and fuzzy facial features staring straight at the camera, looking stiff and stiff.

However, Mo Yi is not concerned about the photos, but the date marked on the newspaper clipping:

March 17, 1919.

Mo Yi turned to look at the record of the orphan. The last date marked on it was:

March 10, 1919.

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

Why are they here for so long?

Is it because of their noble status that the Dean dare not sell them easily?

Mo Yi frowned, always vaguely some unknown feeling lingered in his heart, making him some inexplicable irritability.

He put the newspaper clip back into the book, stretched out his hand to support the bedstead beside him, and stood up.

Looking up, Mo Yi's eyes suddenly on the portrait hanging on the wall.

The pale light in the dean's room lit up the narrow room and fell down from the top of the head, looking cold and desolate

tall women's rigid and serious face was framed in the broken photo frame. In the yellow and curly photos, the woman looked straight ahead with empty eyes, standing with negative hands, and a solemn black dress, which looked particularly ominous.

Her posture and clothes were exactly the same as in the newspaper clipping.

Mo Yi's heart is tight. If he is too strong, his back will be cold.

He knew where his sense of disobedience came from.

In Britain, the judicial process of sentencing a person to the gallows is extremely long, sometimes even several months. Since the Dean was executed in March, it means that she has been in prison at least in February.

Well, after the Dean was arrested and the orphanage was closed down.

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