Chapter 33

Mo Yi tilted his head and thought for a moment. Suddenly he went forward and looked at the painting carefully.

After looking at it for a while, he frowned slowly, then reached out and touched the frame.

The quality of the frame is not very good. The edge of the rough burr pierces Mo Yi's fingertip, which brings dull pain. But what Mo Yi noticed is that there are a small row of point like protrusions on the rough surface of the frame.

He increased his strength, and the little bumps fell into his palm with his movements.

It's brown.

Mo Yi raised his hand and smelled it. He was stunned.

These It should be the dried up blood.

According to the pattern of the blood clots, they should be splashed from the high pressure artery.

Mo Yi stepped back a few steps and carefully examined the wall with the picture frame.

There was no wallpaper on the walls. The bare walls were yellowing. There were dim water stains and dirty molds in the corners. There was no trace of blood or repainting on the whole room.

Mo Yi thought move, from the corner of the wall pulled a stool overturned on the ground, raised his legs and stepped on it.

He reached for both sides of the frame and, with a slight effort, took it off the wall as a whole.

As soon as he turns his head, Mo Yi is startled by Song Qi, who appears quietly behind him.

Song Qi raised his head slightly, reached out to hold the back of his chair, which was almost broken because of its dilapidated condition. Then he lifted up the heavy bottom of the photo frame with one hand, turned his face and looked at him:

"your hand is still injured, can I help you?"

Mo Yi nodded: "thank you very much."

After that, he took Song Qi's hand, jumped out of the chair, and went straight to the dean's room.

Song Qi picked up the heavy photo frame with one hand and kept up with Mo Yi.

In the whole room outside the dean's room, the walls were covered with layers of dried blood, splashed or splashed, and even dripping. The dirty brown blood stains on the walls were startling and almost unbearable to look directly at.

Mo Yi started from the place close to the dean's room. He walked slowly along the wall while carefully observing the direction of the blood on the wall.

Finally, he stopped in the middle of the room.

Mo Yi takes a deep breath, his eyes twinkle with light, and turns to look at Song Qi who is following him.

Before he opened his mouth to say something, Song Qi came up to him, stopped at his side, and carefully observed the seemingly insignificant wall.

Mo Yi was a little breathless, and there was light excitement in his clear eyes. He stood on tiptoe and pointed to a wall above Song Qi's side. He opened his mouth hastily and said:

"if you look carefully, there is less blood splashing on the top, but there is a whole blood trace extending from here to there."

In order to point out the direction of the blood, Mo Yi moved closer to Song Qi. Their cheeks were close to each other. Song Qi could almost feel Mo Yi's warm breath gently spraying on his side face, which made him tense up involuntarily.

Mo Yi is still immersed in his own world. His dark eyes are brighter and his speaking speed is faster and faster:

"you see, the bloodstain suddenly stops at the top, and then it starts to extend again not far away."

"There must have been something on the walls here." Mo Yi affirms the underground conclusion, then reaches out to hold Song Qi's shoulder and turns to look at him. The distance between them is extremely close, almost like Mo Yi's half embracing him.

Mo Yi continues to say: "you carry the photo frame..."

His words suddenly stopped and his eyes looked at Song Qi strangely: "what's the matter with you? What's wrong? Why is your face so red? "

After that, Mo Yi is ready to reach for Song Qi's forehead.

Song Qi couldn't help but feel the higher temperature on his face. He quickly intercepted Mo Yi's hand in mid air, then forced himself to shake his head calmly and replied, "I'm ok."

Mo Yi noticed that they were too close at the moment, and hastened to open up a little distance. He laughed a little sorry:

"I'm sorry, I was too excited just now, and I lost my temper."

However, what Mo Yi didn't see was that, after he was a little far away, Song Qi's eyes instantly crossed a trace of shallow loss.

The atmosphere in the air was a little awkward.

Mo Yi pauses and pauses again and again. After taking a look at Song Qi, he can't help but say:

"that How long will you hold my hand? "

Song Qi pursed his lips and gently rubbed Mo Yi's palm with his thumb without trace. Then he kept his face still and said solemnly:

"sorry, I forgot."

But the tip of his red, bloody ears revealed his restless mood.Mo Yi looked at him suspiciously, and then continued to say the topic just now: "well, you stand on the bed with the photo frame and try to overlap with the blank space above."

Song Qi nodded calmly and stood up according to Mo Yi's instructions and pasted the photo frame to the wall.

The corner of the frame overlapped with the edge of the bloodstain.

Even the dust and almost invisible faint marks on the wall are perfectly coincident.

Mo Yi's breath was so short that he let Song Qi stand down from the bed, then reached around the photo frame, and with Song Qi's strength, he skillfully fumbled behind the photo frame with his intact hand, and then gently used a clever force.

Just listening to a gentle "click", the back of the frame was removed by him.

In the dust, the frame suddenly disintegrates. Mo Yi quickly catches the photo of falling freely. However, he doesn't want to see a fragment slide down from the back plate of the frame.

Mo Yi stopped, put the scattered parts of the frame to Song Qi's hand, then squatted down and picked up the piece.

It was a corner of a yellowing photo, with obvious tearing marks on the top. On the only half of the remaining corner, there seemed to be a few fuzzy shoes lined up.

Mo Yi's eyes sank, then raised his head, raised the fragment to Song Qi and said:

"I doubt The president who was hanged was framed. "

Song Qi raised his eyelids slightly and asked quietly, "how do you say that?"

Mo Yi's eyes flashed slightly, raised his hand to the bloodstain splashed on the wall and said:

"this picture frame should have been hung here, so it was stained with these bloodstains. Moreover, the original picture in this frame was not the woman, but was replaced after the event. However, they moved too quickly, tearing off a corner of the original photo and leaving it behind In the frame. "

He pauses, reaches out his hand to pick up the Yellow portrait of the woman, and continues, "that's why she's hung in the most prominent place in the dean's room, so that she can be framed as the mastermind of this orphanage."

In Mo Yi's analysis and explanation, the whole face is almost brightened by the vitality in his eyes. The black and deep eyes are focused on almost affectionate, and the charm that is almost easy to handle makes people hardly move their eyes.

Song Qi stares at Mo Yi's smooth side face, a pair of light colored eyes are a little deeper.

"What I suspect now is that the real mastermind, after putting the scapegoat on the gallows

Mo Yi frowned and went on. His forehead seemed to be covered by clouds, and he looked worried:

"in order to cover up his criminal evidence, he was afraid that he could do anything."

Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked around the blood everywhere in the whole room. It seemed that something was pressing heavily on his heart, which made him a little breathless. He unconsciously licked his lips and whispered:

"and the whole orphanage, his biggest criminal evidence There are nearly 300 children in this basement

Every bloodstain, every life.

…… A unilateral massacre to cover up the evidence.

At this time, a familiar mechanical female voice sounded and said in a cold and straightforward voice:

"dangdangdang! Congratulations on No.08 player Mo Yi, unlock the hidden plot of this escape game!

Branch task open, complete branch task will reward rich points, please continue to work hard

Mo Yi was stunned.

Have you started the branch line mission?

In the heart suddenly five flavors mixed Chen, each kind of mood mixes together, cannot say what feeling is.

He took a look at Song Qi, then lowered his eyelashes to cover up his expression.

At this time, Mo Yi seemed to think of something, he looked down at his watch: 8:30.

The lights are going out.

In addition, the difficulty of this copy is about to increase, and it will be extremely dangerous to stay below.

Mo Yi turned to Song Qi and said, "come on, let's go up."

One after the other, they climbed up the stairs and built the iron door of the underground entrance.

They walked out along the dark corridor, and when they reached the hall, they met unexpected visitors.

Zhao Yicheng and sun Xiaoyan.

They stand in the center of the hall with gloomy faces and cast hostile eyes at Mo Yi.

Sun Xiaoyan took a step forward and looked at Mo Yi aggressively: "do you know what you have done?"

Mo Yi was stunned. Before he could say anything, he just listened to sun Xiaoyan continue to say:

"you have opened the hidden task! The difficulty of the whole copy has to be increased. You want us to die

Mo Yi slowly lowered his head like a confession, and his facial features gradually disappeared in the dark.

It seems that Zhao Yicheng raised a hand and pressed it on Sun Xiaoyan's shoulder to stop her next words.

Then he came forward worried, looked at Mo Yi with a gloomy look on his face, sighed and said:"You It's really a big problem this time. "

But, don't want to, Mo Yi lowers his head and sends out a brief chuckle.

He took a step forward.

His facial features were exposed in a slightly dim light, and his impassive black eyes looked straight at Zhao Yicheng, as if he could see through the hearts of the people. It was chilling.

Mo Yi said with a smile:

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