Chapter 49

Mo Yi is sitting in the bumpy car and keeping his eyes closed.

There is a faint smell of leather in the closed compartment, which is between pungent and comfortable. It is not bad to hear only the whistling wind beating the windows and the low husky roar of the smooth running engine.

As early as the end of the first copy, he had roughly sorted out the police, Fang information and media statements of the case. Along with some specious online hearsay and some private internal information, he dug out all of them.

Zhao Qiulan's life trajectory also showed a clear track.

Whether the mother killed her father in jealousy and madness, then tried to enter the school to murder Zhao Qiulan, then committed suicide, or was repeatedly bullied in the later stage, and after her sudden disappearance, she and the school started construction.

The coincidence rate of the first copy he experienced was amazing.

It is impossible not to connect the two.

According to the information he found, after Zhao Qiulan's death, there were often some "accidents" in the old teaching building, and the legend of being haunted was also spread. It was never paid attention to until someone broke his neck and caused human life there that the building was completely abandoned and used as a warehouse.

As for the culprit who killed Zhao Qiulan, he was always at large, and soon left a city. Twelve years after Zhao Qiulan's death, he died in a car accident.

Zhao Qiulan's body was found because the school decided to renovate it. The construction team found a corpse in the foundation of the building. The identity of the skeleton was determined by DNA analysis.

It was Zhao Qiulan who had been missing for 22 years.

The car bumped suddenly, then stopped slowly, and Mo Yi's body tilted forward with the inertia.

The driver's respectful tone immediately sounded: "Mr. Zhao, the school is here."

Mo Yi sighed and opened his eyes.

He reached for the rimless glasses pressed on the bridge of his nose, revealing a gentle and impeccable smile: "thank you very much."

After that, Mo Yi straightened his necktie, opened the door and walked down.

The school's information system and the police database were full of holes. For him, it was as easy for him to find all the information about the case from the hands of a child.

And those conventional "insider disclosure" is just meaningless repetition to him.

He needs something more solid.

It's just a pity, perhaps because this case is related to the leaders of the last University, and it is also implicated in the high-level of a city. It has basically become an "unspeakable" case.

And the remains of the former teaching building are also deeply locked up.

Mo Yi drooped his eyes, and a faint and arrogant smile crossed the corner of his lips.

As a result, as early as the end of the last copy, Mo Yi discovered the connection between the game and reality, and began to prepare for today's meeting, including creating a fake identity for himself and spreading some "rumors".

Seeing the door open, several people immediately met him, and the bald middle-aged man rushed forward a few steps and held out his hand:

"Hello, Mr. Zhao, welcome. What are you doing here?"

He had heard of Mr. Zhao's name before. He was very popular in a city recently. He did a lot of charity vision and donated a lot of Finance for many schools. He is a rare gold master.

Thinking so, the smile on the headmaster's face can't help but shine a little bit.

Mo Yi pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, with a formulaic smile on his face, and held out his hand gently with him:

"to tell you the truth, Zhao Qiulan, who was found here some time ago, is my cousin. I come here to express my grief."

The smile on the headmaster's face was stiff.

Digging up corpses from the campus is a huge loss to the reputation of every school, and the rumors are even more oppressive.

And Zhao Qiulan is the same ancestor of the gold master That's even worse.

Although the cause of death has not yet been announced, there are a lot of true or false rumors circulating in the city, and no matter what kind of statement is, it can not be ignored to damage the reputation of the school.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at the headmaster's reaction through the glasses on the bridge of his nose. His dark eyes were calm. He stopped meaningfully and continued: "of course, the case itself will be handled by the police. As a relative, I am very relieved to see that she has been vindicated. I come here mainly to collect her relics and give them home My parents are relieved. Of course, there is also the opportunity to talk about cooperation with the school authorities and make contributions to the education of the next generation. "

The face of the headmaster who just collapsed suddenly became excited again, but he collapsed again the next second.

Mo Yi looked at his unpredictable facial expression with interest, and suddenly felt that his fingers seemed to have been touched.As soon as his eyebrows and eyes closed, his facial expression faded and his eyes dropped without trace.

Look down.

The cuffs of the well cut high-end suit show a slender wrist bone, which is quietly hanging on the side of the body, and the five fingers are naturally folded in a static state, which looks like nothing different.

The next second, Mo Yi felt his palm scratched.

Mo Yi's heart suddenly, pursed his lips, and quietly folded his five fingers.

He must have thought who was the culprit.

At this time, the principal's voice sounded again. He looked embarrassed and hesitated: "that I'm very sorry. There is nothing left of Zhao Qiulan's remains. "

The next second, as if he was afraid that Mo Yi would turn around and go away, his speech speed increased a little bit:

"however, we still have the remains of the previous building. That, or, you

The headmaster's words were slightly relaxed because of uncertainty, and even some guilty in the end.

Mo Yi in the bottom of my heart slightly a phase.

If he asked to see the relics of the teaching building directly, the headmaster would definitely think that he had a unique plan, so he would have doubts and think more. When he thought that the idea was put forward by himself, he would become so defenseless.

In a few seconds, the principal reluctantly agreed to the campus.

After the headmaster turned his back, he took a long breath and carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Clearly, the other party is still a young man, but somehow, under the gaze of those dark eyes, he always has a feeling of being invisible.

It was class time, and the crowd walked through the empty corridor. The sound of lectures came from the classroom next to the corridor, and the steps echoed on the floor.

Looking at this familiar and strange corridor, Mo Yi could not help shaking his mind, and instantly produced a strange illusion of magic and reality interwoven.

Through the clear window, you can see that there is an open space under construction not far from the campus. The half excavated foundation is exposed. Obviously, the construction has been suspended.

That's why the school is so short of money recently that he grabs the olive branch so urgently.

Mo Yi takes back his eyes, follows the people in front of him, through two connected corridors, and finally comes to a locked warehouse behind the teaching building.

The headmaster took out the key. The sound of the cold iron key colliding with the lock sounded quite empty. With a sharp "clang" sound, the iron door opened in darkness.

Mo Yi nodded politely to the headmaster and said, "if you cooperate, you can talk to my assistant first. I want to go in alone and remember my old friend."

The principal expressed his understanding.

Mo Yi finally smiles at him, turns and steps into the warehouse.

The huge warehouse is cold and humid, filled with a strong smell of dust, strangely straight into people's nose, so that Mo Yi can not help choking cough.

With the dim light and a little sunlight from the gray windows at the top, Mo Yi stopped in the center of the warehouse and looked around the warehouse.

The roof of this warehouse is very high, and the space inside is extremely wide, which is filled with dust, old tables, chairs and sundries.

The chair with broken arms and legs fell to the ground and piled up with others into a pile of hills. Under the ground, there were many yellow books buried in the dust, and the handwriting on them was blurred.

The whole warehouse was quiet, and only the sound of cicadas in early summer could be heard outside the open door of the warehouse.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and walked around the warehouse.

Just then, he felt his coat a little heavy.

Maybe it was something.

Mo Yi didn't pay attention to it. Instead, he bent down to brush the dust on a table and squinted at it carefully.

The next second, the corner of his coat was torn again.

Mo Yi was stunned. Looking along his body, he caught a glimpse of the thin smoke that had not yet dispersed in the corner of his coat.

Mo Yi took out his mobile phone, opened the screen and put it on the desktop. He asked in a low voice:

"what's the matter?"

The keyboard on the screen of the mobile phone began to input characters automatically: "follow me."

Then, a small gentle force wrapped Mo Yi's little thumb, leading him to a certain direction.

Mo Yi's eyebrows and eyes became serious. He reached out and picked up the mobile phone on the table beside him. Then he walked towards the deep of the warehouse with his own strength.

After passing through several broken blackboards and a lot of old and abandoned tables and chairs, the force that had been around his fingers disappeared.

A new character appears on the phone screen: "below."

Mo Yi patted the dust on his clothes, followed the guide and looked under the half wooden chair in front of him.

In the dust lies a burnt black twisted picture frame, as if it had been burned by fire. Only a few corners can see the original silver white traces.It's missing a corner.

As if to remind him that what happened in the copy actually happened.

The author has something to say: [] diary: I feel my hand today, happy.

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