Chapter 42

Mo Yi's breath is slightly suffocating.

His eyes were firmly fixed on the note, and the faint light from the crack of the door made a clear light mark on the paper, illuminating the writing on it.

From "find me" to "find us"?

Mo Yi's heart is a little confused, too many thoughts as if a mess of general entangled together, can not clear the head.

The murmur from outside the door was very clear in the dead closed space.

It should be that the other party is opening the door.

This voice instantly called back Mo Yi's mind, and his heart then jumped violently and breathed lightly subconsciously.

From the details observed in the infirmary just now, the doctor is probably a purist obsessive compulsive disorder.

So just now, Mo Yi was so careful in the infirmary that he tried not to touch and destroy the original layout.

But He came back so suddenly.

However, in such a hurry and nervous situation, Mo Yi did not know whether he had made a mistake.

It was quiet outside.

Ear is their own rapid heartbeat sound, in the fierce contraction pulsation, the surging blood with the rhythm of heart beating impact on the blood vessel wall, in the dead environment outside the case loud.

The sound of "pa" broke the silence, and the light through the crack of the door became brighter.

He turned on the light in the infirmary.

Mo Yi held his breath.

Through the door, a cold and sticky voice sounded, like a snake hissing in the dark:

"someone has been here."

[someone has been here]

the heart seems to be held by someone severely, and the alarm bell in the brain is loud -

the blood all over the body is instantly cold.

Oh, No.

If you go on like this, you will be caught in a jar!

Mo Yi's mind like electricity, quickly swept the whole dark room, eyes fixed on a chair at the door, the heart of an instant had an idea.

A series of inferences in the mind are formed in an instant, with no more than a millisecond difference between them.

Under too much pressure, Mo Yi became unusually calm. He lowered his voice and quickly spat out a word:

"run" in Wang Zezhi's ear

After that, he got up, pulled up the chair and ran out!

At the door, Mo Yi's afterglow glimpsed that the ferocious man with half of his face was standing in the center of the infirmary.

Obviously, the man didn't expect that they would come out of the next room so blatantly. There was a moment of stupor in his silent and wooden eyes.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mo Yi stepped forward with a dart, pulled the door of the infirmary and slammed it shut.

Then the back of the chair in your hand is clamped onto the door handle.

Inside the door came the sound of "click" and "click".

Wang Zezhi, who was following Mo Yi, was speechless It's beyond my imagination.

There was a big bang in the corridor - it was gunfire.

With the sound of gunfire, sawdust spatter, the door instantly exposed half of the big hole of rotten slag.

The metal clattered as the bullet reloaded.

Mo Yi's voice is like an alarm bell. He pulls Wang Zezhi back from the Daze: "what are you doing? Run!"

Wang Zezhi returns to his mind and turns to keep up with Mo Yi's back in front of him. They run to the door as fast as possible.

The dense little bed almost became their hindrance, blocking them in front of them without any wind.

They stumbled through a room filled with beds and almost no gaps, and even if the iron corner of the bed hit their knees, they couldn't slow them down.

There was a huge gunshot coming from behind, and the sound of the door splintering.

Mo Yi's heart is tight, can't help but speed up the pace.

The rapid and heavy footfalls followed!

They had already passed through the last room and were about to pass through the wooden door separating the two rooms.

Mo Yi slightly side down his head, Yu Guang glimpses that the figure behind him suddenly stops - his heart suddenly trembles, and quickly turns to pull one of Wang Ze's hands in, and slams the door with the other hand.

Almost at the same moment, the gun went off.

The bullet hit the unreliable wooden door, and the sawdust exploded. Several pieces of the wood smashed into Mo Yi's arm.

Mo Yi clenched his teeth. His hand, which had been injured before, was almost unstoppable at the moment. The intense pain made him stop breathing for a moment.

Xin Kui is not as close as he was just now, otherwise the wooden door will be blasted open.

Mo Yi made a quick decision and stretched out his hand to pull the small bed beside him. The iron foot of the bed made a harsh sound on the ground.Wang Zezhi saw the wound on his hand clearly and quickly. They blocked the wooden door together and ran to the stairs together.

After death came the gunshot again, Mo Yi and Wang Zezhi couldn't control more, and tried to climb up the stairs.

With the sound of "Zhi Ya", the iron door above the head was forced to open, and the dim light in the corridor penetrated in.

The light, like a dose of cardiotonic, instantly poured into their hearts.

Behind him came the sound of the door being blasted open again and the sound of "creaking" pushed by the iron bed - heavy steps were chasing again.

Mo Yi and Wang Ze climbed up.

The iron gate "clang" falls, arousing the reverberation of the metal, closing the chase sound of the underground below.

From the iron gate came a fierce knock, clang to hit, the iron gate trembled with the sound of percussion, stirring up layer after layer of dust.

The two hold the iron door which is still shaking and apply the weight of the whole body on it.

Two minutes later, it seemed that the people below realized their futility and stopped shaking and attacking the iron gate.

Mo Yi took a long breath and sat down on the iron door with his own strength. The feeling of soreness and pain spread in an instant. It was like a flood that engulfed his senses and almost made him shudder uncontrollably.

"Just below. Thank you."

Wang Ze's half was grateful and half worried, looking at him with some guilt: "how's your injury?"

Mo Yi shook his head with some difficulty, took a few deep breaths, and tried to calm himself down.

Wang Zezhi looked at the place where he was injured: the sleeves under Mo Yi's arm were almost dyed red with blood.

He can't help but feel a tight heart, it is difficult to cover up the guilt.

Wang Zezhi turned over his backpack, found out a bottle of painkiller, poured two in the palm of his hand, and handed it to Mo Yi: "it will be better after eating it."

Mo Yi swallows the pill. Although his face is still pale, he seems to be calmer.

Wang Zezhi took up his injured arm, took out his portable knife, and cut his sleeve open to reveal his scarred and bloody skin. He frowned and told:

"I will help you remove the sawdust and deal with the wound, otherwise it will be inconvenient for you to wait a moment However, ordinary painkillers are not powerful enough to make the nerves ignore this type of pain, and you can only tolerate it

Mo Yi was pale and nodded.

Ten minutes later, Wang Zezhi wrapped the remaining bandage on his arm, ending the painful treatment.

Mo Yi gasped. His clothes were soaked with sweat. His face was pale and his black eyes became more and more dark. He was calm and clear as usual.

Xin Kui's patience for pain is not low. If he put it on ordinary people, he would be fainted by pain.

Mo Yi tried to move his arms, turned to Wang Zezhi and said, "I'm afraid he's coming out. You help me drag some heavy objects to press the iron gate. I'll sit here and press it."

Wang Zezhi nodded, some uneasily admonished: "when you encounter something wrong, shout out loud."

Mo Yi smiles and nods.

Wang Zezhi's figure was gradually engulfed by the dim lights in the corridor. Mo Yi moved his shoulder. His clothes, which were wet with sweat due to pain, looked chilly in the cold corridor at the moment, which made him shrink involuntarily.

Just then, the iron door under him shook again!

Mo Yi quickly stabilized his figure, supported his body with his pair, and pressed the rocking iron gate under him with gravity.

However, due to her lack of weight, Mo Yi felt that she was slowly lifted up under her own struggle Hold it up

Hold it up

Mo Yi looked embarrassed and called out: "Wang Zezhi! Help

He's going back to the gym this time!

Wang Zezhi ran out and helped him to hold down the iron gate. Then he held up what he had in his hand and shook it at him: a big lock, which is the lock that should be on the iron door when the time line has not returned to the past.

He held down the trembling iron door with quick eyes and quick hands, and then locked the iron door with a lock and a twist of the key.

The metal lock fell heavily on the iron door, making a heavy sound.

They let go of their hands, stepped back a few steps, watched the iron door return to calm again, and then let out a long breath.

Mo Yi stepped back. He felt that there was something wrong with the touch under his feet. He looked down and saw a piece of paper stepping on his feet.

He bent down and picked up the note. It still said, "find us"

Mo Yi turned it over. He was shocked. There were words on the back of the note, which read:

"help us"

in the flash of lightning, Mo Yi's brain flashed an idea - just now, in the hall! Sun Xiaoyan was tortured and killed, the light smile from the air of time and space came back to his mind.Mo Yi suddenly raised his head and said in a very fast voice: "the secret agent decided to kill the child in order to cover up the criminal evidence, right?"

He nodded and thought about it.

Mo Yi continued: "in this case, isn't a simple execution more convenient and quick? Why take orphans to a room in the basement and kill them? "

Wang Ze, one of the Leng, flashed a contemplative look in his eyes.

Yeah He had not thought of it before.

"Do you remember the document just signed today?" Mo Yi pursed his lips, his eyes twinkled in the dim light, and then said:

"perhaps it is that the real Dean wants to make a final profit before leaving the gang, or to please some people who give him protection - so he arranged a show for the rich people who have this special hobby."

Massacre show.

The author has something to say: This is probably the most tiring article I've ever written.

brain cells are consumed by thieves

once a card is written, it is cool in capital Boo Hoo woo my hair x

PS: the mist of my mind comes out in the next chapter

(OK, please put down the knife! Let's have a good talk!

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Ding (>

he threw a mine

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