Chapter 38

Mo Yi subconsciously turned his head and looked behind him.

The dusty wooden door was tightly closed, and tightly stuck with the twisted and uneven door frame. Under the crooked letters, small blood fingerprints were stacked layer by layer, leaving shocking traces on the dirty door panel.

I don't know if it's his illusion. Mo Yi always feels these blood fingerprints It seems to have changed a lot.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to forget the ominous signs in his mind, then lowered his head and picked up the rolled up paper.

From the bottom of the fingertips came the rough and age feeling, which was quite thick.

Mo Yi pursed his lips and stretched out the paper.

The dust diffused in an instant, flying under the dim wall lamp, obscuring his sight.

Mo Yi coughed slightly. He shook the dust off his hands and looked at him with concentration.

To his surprise, this is actually a picture.

This is a group photo.

Crumpled and covered with stains. The most obvious thing is that there are a lot of small brown spots on the surface, which are irregular, like splashing on.

Mo Yi is stunned and looks at the lower left corner of the photo.

There's just a missing corner.

He couldn't help but hold his breath.

He knows which picture it is.

It was the picture in a frame hanging in the basement, torn off in a hurry after the massacre, and replaced by the woman who had been sent to the gallows.

The brown dots on it were the blood of the orphans sprayed on it.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and slowly drew it close to the photo.

Moment angle to moment angle, gap to gap.

It fits perfectly.

That picture has been completed.

The background is the bleak and gray sky. In front of the orphanage, there are several rows of short children standing in front of the orphanage. Their faces are fuzzy and rigid. Their thin and malnourished bodies are like walking corpses, and their godless eyes are staring at the camera like two black holes.

At the side of the group of children, stood a familiar figure: a tall, upright and stern woman, dressed in her usual simple black skirt, looked cold and inhuman. At her side, there were also several women who looked like nursing workers, all of which were numb and indifferent.

On the other side of the orphans, a different figure attracted Mo Yi's eyes.

It was a man of medium height, not tall or short, not fat or thin, looking mediocre, almost without any characteristics. He stood in the corner of the crowd, smiling kindly at the camera.

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

Through the yellow and fuzzy photos, you can clearly see the emotion written on the child's face -

fear.

Mo Yi breathed for a moment. Is that why the little girl paid her for this?

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

However, some of the man's face is not stained by the blood.

He stretched out his hand to wipe the rough surface of the photo, and the floating dust was aroused by his action and lifted into the air.

But, perhaps because of the age, the tan bloodstain remained firmly on the surface of the photo, showing no sign of loosening at all.

Mo Yi didn't hold too much hope, so he stopped worrying about it. Instead, he looked the photo up and down again. After confirming that he didn't have any clues, he rolled up the picture again, put it in his backpack, and then walked out with his legs raised.

Through the long dark corridor, when he was about to arrive at the hall, Mo Yi heard a murmur in the hall.

As soon as he was in a hurry, he quickened his pace and went to the dim light at the end of the corridor.

Just arrived at the hall, Mo Yi was stunned.

Another victim.

This time, it was the new man who chose to follow Zhao Yicheng.

She fell on her back on the floor of the hall, her limbs twisted under her body like a broken baby.

Gurgling blood from her body slowly spread out, as if the flowers of death were slowly blooming, her chest and head had a big hole, from the wound can see the white bone and viscera, as well as the broken skull in the red and white brain.

With a pair of broken turbid eyes, she was staring at the ceiling with her eyes in her eyes. The blood left a dirty mark on her pale and twisted side face.It's not hanging.

Mo Yi's eyes are tinged with dignified expression: different from other deaths, this way of killing people It's almost like killing.

Just then, he was slapped heavily on the shoulder.

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

He looked extremely embarrassed, his clothes were crumpled on his body, his hair was disordered and his body was covered with dust, as if he had rolled around on the ground. He pinched his waist with his hands, his back arched, gasping for breath, unable to speak.

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

“……”

As if nothing had happened, he let go of his hand, turned his direction, and patted Wang Zezhi on the back to help him get along.

At this time, Mo Yi found that on Wang Zezhi's neck, there was a swelling and blue line, which was still slowly exuding blood, which was particularly striking on the white skin,

his eyes were imperceptible.

Wang Zezhi gasped for a few breaths, and finally recovered from the breathless state. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then began to speak in a somewhat frightened voice:

"I just

As soon as the words were spoken, he and Mo Yi were both startled. Wang Zezhi's original warm tone became very hoarse, like a broken Gong, and the rough gravel hit the listener's ears.

Wang Zezhi coughed a few times and cleared his throat. His voice recovered to its previous timbre. Although it was still hoarse, it did not scare people at least:

"just now I went to the dean's office. "

When Mo Yi heard the speech, his eyes became serious. He straightened up, looked at Wang Zezhi, and asked:

"what happened?"

He calmed down and stammered:

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

Mo Yi was stunned: "then you were..."

Wang Zezhi grinned bitterly and spread out his palm. There was a small burnt doll lying in the palm of his hand. The head of the doll was tilted down and there was a very obvious strangulation mark on his neck.

He said, "it's me who raised it I'm afraid I would have planted it if it wasn't for the props exchanged in the game shop

After that, Wang Zezhi stopped and looked at Mo Yi with some doubts: "you didn't bring any other props in, did you? And how did you finally get out of it? "

Mo Yi is stunned when he hears the speech and subconsciously touches his tightly bound left hand.

In fact, now it is not so painful, and even can do some simple actions. I have to say that the bone setting technique of "Song Qi" is really good.

Mo Yi drooped his eyelashes and covered his eyes with a complex look.

When he raised his eyes again, he was calm and rational. Mo Yi looked around the hall without trace: Song Qi was not there.

He wasn't surprised.

After all, at the beginning, he had such considerations when he proposed separate action.

Mo Yi pursed his lips, looked at Wang Zezhi again, showed a light smile, and replied vaguely: "maybe Good luck. "

Seeing his answer, Wang Zezhi could not continue to ask.

At this time, Wang Zezhi seemed to think of something. His eyes lit up and looked at Mo Yi. His voice was a little excited:

"however, this time, it was not without harvest."

After that, he zipped his backpack with his hands trembling with excitement and excitement, and took out a crumpled document from it.

Mo Yi frowned suspiciously.

He clearly remembers that when he was in the dean's office last time, he clearly searched most of the documents. What are these new clues?

All of a sudden, Mo Yi seemed to think of something. His eyes were burning and he looked at Wang Zezhi. His voice was a little urgent and asked, "what was it like when you entered the dean's office this time?"

Wang Zezhi was stunned by Mo Yi's question for no reason. He replied in a confused way: "well It's just like an ordinary office. It's nothing special. After I went in, the document was right in the middle of the desk. When I got it Just... "

"Was attacked?" Mo Yi takes over without warning.

"Well Yes Wang Ze one face is blankly touch the back of the head, and then hesitated to nod.

Mo Yi's eyes flashed deep thinking.

When he entered the dean's office, he turned the whole office into a mess. All the tables and chairs were overturned, and even the bookshelves were pushed to the ground. Since Wang Zezhi said that what he saw was an ordinary office, it showed that the dean's office, like other rooms in the orphanage, had the same changes after opening the branch line task.We have to admit that this time Wang Zezhi risked his life to get this information, which is very valuable.

Mo Yi's facial lines softened a little bit. He took the document from Wang Zezhi's hand and opened it. Just as he was about to read it, his eyes ran across his wristwatch.

5: 02

the alarm clock he ordered didn't ring.

The bell of the orphanage did not ring.

The author has something to say: I originally wanted to say that recently, the update weight may not be so enough outside

it turns out that I still underestimated my speech consumption (.

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