Chapter 39

Mo Yi subconsciously tightened his fingers, the cover of the document appeared thin wrinkles, like a spider web spread. The thin knuckles are blue and white, and they look startling.

His lips pressed into a straight line, and the color of his lips almost disappeared.

What happened?

Why is the bell gone?

Is it the countdown in the restaurant?

Mo Yimeng raised his head and ran to the restaurant. His ears were filled with the sound of the wind, which made him almost unable to hear other voices around him.

He stopped at the door of the dining room and stopped his leaning body. Then he quickly grabbed Wang Zezhi, who was running with him.

Wang Zezhi staggered twice, holding the door frame of the restaurant to stabilize himself. He helped the crooked glasses, and his face was full of doubts and anxieties. He opened his mouth and asked in a hoarse voice: -- What's the matter? "

Mo Yi turned over his wrist and pointed to the dial of his watch.

Wang Ze Zhi was stunned. He followed Mo Yi's finger and looked at it. His face became ugly.

The reason for not ringing the bell is not clear for now, but the result is self-evident - the old timetable can not be used any more.

Wang Zezhi took a step backward, and his eyes changed when he looked at the restaurant. After all, he still remembered how miserable the player who entered the restaurant by mistake died on the first day because he didn't know the timetable.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and peeped at Mo Yi standing beside him.

Mo Yi looked straight into the dining room. His eyes were very dark and his face was divided into light and dark by the bright lights in the dining room and the dim wall lamps in the corridor, which made his facial features more sharp and sharp.

It seems that he will always be Taishan collapsed in front of him without changing his color. No matter what happens, he is so calm and rational, which makes people feel at ease just watching him.

It seems that there is a strange magic in this man. People can't help but regard him as the backbone, and subconsciously want to believe his judgment and decision.

Wang Zezhi took a deep breath and asked:

"what should we do now?"

Hearing the speech, Mo Yi quickly glanced at him. His eyes stopped for a moment on the wound on his neck. Then he replied, "I'll bandage you first, and then I'll look for clues in the information you found, and then I'll decide what to do next."

He dug out the bandage and wound medicine from his backpack, handed it to Wang Zezhi's hand, and then turned and walked out of the corridor.

Wang Zezhi took over the wound medicine and walked quickly to keep up with his pace. While walking, he asked suspiciously, "well, where are you going now?"

"The hall." Mo Yi did not return to raise his hand and replied: "in the timetable, the hall is basically a blind area, and there are few written provisions on whether the hall is not allowed to enter at a certain time interval."

Wang Ze one thought: Yes, now it is not sure whether the existing timetable is really invalid. It is the most secure and safe way to stay in the hall.

After thinking about this, he also got up and followed Mo Yi to the outside.

The hall is still the same as they were when they left, without any tendency to change. This made Wang Ze Zhi feel at ease. He stretched out his hand to unscramble the wound medicine that Mo Yi had just thrown him, and began to apply medicine to himself in an awkward way.

Mo Yi stood aside and opened the document he had been holding for a long time by the bright light in the hall.

The paper is very new, flat and glossy. It seems that it is a very simple agreement. The specific content of the transaction is ignored. Only a large number is written on the paper, which is particularly eye-catching.

After reading the text three times, Mo Yi still felt a cloud in the fog. He had no idea what the agreement was made for.

With a frown and doubt in his heart, he turned to the next page.

The date of signing in black and blue handwriting suddenly came into our eyes: March 11, 1919.

Mo Yi was stunned.

He remembered that the record of the two brothers in the basement was dated March 10, 1919, which means that the document was signed the day after the two brothers' records stopped.

Moreover, on this date, the false president who was framed and planted should have been in prison. Therefore, the signer of this document should be the person in charge of the orphanage.

Mo Yi looked thoughtfully at a string of flowery English that was signed at the end of the document, and unconsciously stroked it with his finger:

the signer of this document should be the handwriting of a man - which instantly reminds him of the ordinary man standing beside the orphan in the collective photo.

After that, he did not see the dark ink on his brow, but turned back to the dark.

He was startled and looked at his finger.Finger pulp is wet by ink, along the finger line slowly halo dye, in the middle of the fingertip left a fuzzy half dry ink mark.

Wait, the ink hasn't dried yet?

Mo Yi twists his fingertips and looks thoughtfully at the residual ink on his fingertips, which is crushed and diffused by the body temperature. It turns into a light color between two fingers, just like the light blue fog attached to the fingers.

The countdown to the clock in the restaurant.

More and more new orphanages.

It's like time goes backwards.

And March 11, 1919, is the end of this retrogression.

Mo Yi's heart suddenly burst out of such a terrible idea - they are now, perhaps into the time line of the day, and they are now deep, is the orphanage.

He breathed heavily.

Just at the door of the restaurant, Mo Yi saw that the clock was still walking backwards, and there was no sign of stopping. At that time, the minute and hour of the clock were exactly at 5:40.

Mo Yi looks down at his watch: it's 5:20.

That is to say, 10 minutes later, the time of the clock that is going backwards It coincides with the time when he is walking on his watch.

It's like the coincidence of two time lines.

Just as Mo Yi was distracted by his thoughts, Wang Zezhi's voice suddenly rang, which awakened him from his own thoughts:

"that Can you give me a hand

Mo Yi's eyes flashed for a moment, as if he didn't realize that there were other people in the room. He followed the reputation and saw Wang Zezhi holding a messy bandage in embarrassment. He looked at him with some embarrassment.

One end of the bandage was tangled around his neck, and the other end was wrapped around his hands and shoulders, stained with some wound medicine and half dry blood. It looked like a mess.

Mo Yi knows clearly: it is not easy for a person to bandage his injured neck. It's just right now that you have to think hard, you can't have any results. It's better to change your mind.

Mo Yi thought, while filling the document into his backpack, stood up, went to Wang Zezhi's side, took the bandage from his hand.

In his dexterous and slender fingers, the long and snow-white bandage was properly and honestly wrapped around Wang Zezhi's neck, and the side of his neck was sealed tightly with medical adhesive tape in a neat way.

Mo Yi's fingertips unconsciously brush Wang Zezhi's naked / exposed skin.

Wang Zezhi could not help shaking because of his cold and sharp touch. His warm and smooth skin was instantly aroused with goose bumps. He subconsciously deviated his head and tried to avoid it, but only felt that Mo Yi's cold hands left him for a second.

Wang Zezhi shrunk his shoulders, reached out to touch his neck, carefully did not touch his own wound, with the warm temperature of his palms, he pressed back the goose bumps that came out one after another.

He couldn't help but wonder:

Mo Yi, how cold is his body and how cold his hands are like ice.

Mo Yi didn't notice the twists and turns in Wang Zezhi's heart. After he sealed the bandage, he straightened up again and looked around the hall carelessly.

At this time, Mo Yi found something wrong.

There were only two of them left in the hall.

I don't know when the three people disappeared.

Mo Yi's heart beat hard. A strange and ominous premonition is like a sponge full of water, which dominates all his senses and makes him hardly breathe.

He took a few steps in the direction of the corridor, holding his breath and listening.

The dark silence in the deep corridor is the darkness that can't penetrate into the light, as if swallowing all sounds. The cold silence is like a towel soaked in water, which weighs heavily on people's mouth and nose.

Mo Yi took another step closer.

He looked down at his wristwatch - 5:30

just as the second hand passed the number "12" on the dial, the whole hall suddenly began to vibrate faintly, which made Mo Yi stagger suddenly. Then, some of them stood unsteadily against the wall, so that he managed to stabilize his body.

When he looked up again, the whole hall changed a lot.

The clean and brand-new chandeliers are shining brightly overhead. The dark green wallpaper and dark brown carpet are clearly patterned, and the reception desk at the door is spotless.

The former dusty orphanage is completely two different buildings, which makes people almost can't believe their own eyes.

Just as Mo Yi and Wang Zezhi looked at each other.

Deep in the dark corridor, but suddenly came the rapid and heavy footstep sound!

Approaching them at a speed hard to react to!

Almost the next second near you!

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