Chapter 59

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The irregularly shaped round head and the slender torso supporting the limbs of the lines are particularly weird on the dirty wall.

Manual anti-theft, replacement at noon

compared with the villains on the wall.

Except for a few places, every detail almost fits perfectly and seems to be written by the same child.

Mo Yi seems to have a vague guess in his mind, but he can't see why.

There is nothing more to investigate in the restaurant.

So he put away the note and looked for Song Qi's figure. He wanted to ask him to leave together.

But as soon as he turned around, he was startled by Song Qi, who was standing behind him.

Does this person walk without sound?!

Mo Yi covered his frightened heart, slowed down, and said, "let's go. I've seen it for a while. Let's go somewhere else."

The people in the restaurant also began to get up and walk to the door.

Mo Yi and Song Qi leave the restaurant and return to the hall along the corridor.

The only chair that Yi Yi had hung in the middle of the room had disappeared.

Mo Yi doesn't feel surprised. He stares at the empty place for a few seconds, and then moves away from his sight as if nothing happened.

He walked around the hall for a few times. Suddenly he seemed to think of something. He turned and ran to the side hall of the door.

Zhao Yicheng, who has just arrived in the hall, is attracted by him in an instant.

Mo Yi bent down and rummaged in the side hall. Soon, he found out a bunch of antique keys and a broken map.

Each key is labeled with some English signs, but part of it is blurred by the passage of time.

This is a big discovery!

Zhao Yicheng and others have bright eyes and are surrounded by the past in an instant.

Mo Yi looked down at the dirty map for a few minutes, then picked a key and held it in his hand.

Next, he laid out the large number of keys on the counter and said to the crowd:

"let's take these keys and look for clues according to the map, but you must remember to hang them back after reading them, otherwise the clues may be broken."

"I'm afraid the process will be very dangerous. We'd better not act alone. Moreover, if you take the key, you should have the courage to accept the consequences of opening that door."

Mo Yi's suddenly serious tone, like a basin of cold water, instantly quenched the excitement of the crowd, and became cautious again.

At this time, a female senior person who just stood aside and did not make a sound said: "wait a minute."

Mo Yi was stunned and turned to look at her.

The senior woman narrowed her eyes, stepped towards him, and asked:

"are you familiar with this place? We can't compare with the instant recognition of the dining bell or the clarity of the location of these keys..."

Zhao Yicheng, on one side, obviously knew her and gave a low rebuke: "Sun Xiaoyan!"

The senior man named sun Xiaoyan didn't listen. Instead, he took a step forward and forced him to ask:

"would you mind explaining it?"

After listening to her words, the crowd could not help but tremble. They all cast their eyes of fear and suspicion on Mo Yi, who has been leading all their actions since just now! Is?

Mo Yi drooped his eyes, and his pale and handsome face was calm.

The next second, he raised his eyes and looked at Sun Xiaoyan. His eyes were very dark. When there was no emotion, it was like the night without starlight, which almost forced the people to look away.

Mo Yi said:

"the fixed configuration in British public orphanages, such as the location of ring tones and keys, is regulated by regulations in Britain. Most of them have been used since World War I. are you satisfied with this explanation?"

Sun Xiaoyan obviously didn't expect the answer. After listening to Mo Yi's words, she was stunned for a while, but she still quibbled:

"well, no one can prove that you are telling the truth? And what makes you say it's British? Are you in an orphanage in England... "

Hearing her words become more and more excessive, Zhao Yicheng raised his voice again and interrupted her angrily:

"Sun Xiaoyan! That's enough for you

Sun Xiaoyan stopped talking. Zhao Yicheng gave him a look and said to Mo Yi:

"that I'm very sorry, Xiaoyan, she... "

Before Zhao Yicheng finished speaking, Mo Yi quickly interrupted him:

"it doesn't matter. I didn't pay attention to it. Now the most important thing is to find clues."

With that, he turned and walked down the corridor on the other side.Song Qi gave sun Xiaoyan a deep look, then turned around to keep up with Mo Yi and walked inward.

At that moment, sun Xiaoyan's face turned white, and he was nailed to the spot rigidly. His physiological cold sweat was climbing down her back like a waterfall.

-- the light colored eyes, like inorganic eyes, cruel as death who does not care about other people's lives, are cold and contemptuous of predators alone, which makes her feel instinctive fear and tremble from the depths of her soul.

"Little Rock, Little Rock!" Zhao Yicheng's voice awakened her from her bewilderment: "what's the matter with you?"

Sun Xiaoyan shook his head in a daze and watched the two people's back.

Why did the man Why do you have such terrible eyes?

the two walked forward one after another, and the silence seemed dignified. In the silence, only the creaking sound of the wooden floor under their feet could be heard.

In front of the wall lamp more and more dim, almost difficult to penetrate the rich like the solid darkness, can only reluctantly emit a dark yellow halo, illuminate a small area of the wall.

The cold and gloomy air, like tarsal bone marrow, climbs up the human tail vertebrae.

Mo Yimeng stops.

In front of the corridor, there was a teddy bear standing upright.

Its brown hair is sparse, limbs barely hanging on the limbs, missing an eye, the only remaining black eye gray, crooked to sew on the face.

It slanted half of the incomplete body, with the only remaining, covered with dust and cracks eyes quietly watching Mo Yi.

It was the teddy bear that had appeared in his room.

Mo Yi's back suddenly gave out a thin layer of cold sweat.

Behind him came Song Qi's deep voice: "what's the matter?"

His voice made Mo Yi shake his mind.

The next second he looked, the corridor was empty.

The teddy bear just disappeared.

Mo Yi is a little worried. He opens his mouth and turns around in his heart. His voice is a little hoarse:

"you Have you seen... "

"-- what?" The child's clear and crisp voice sounded in his ears, with the child's unique innocence, took over his words and asked softly.

These two words are very close, as if whispering in his ear!

Mo Yi's scalp explodes and turns back at the fastest speed!

There was nothing behind him.

There is no song Qi, no light, no corridor, no retreat.

There is nothing literally.

Only boundless, devouring all the light of the dark, silently open arms, devouring him.

Mo Yi's whole body is stiff and cold, and the fine sweat slowly seeps out from his forehead.

His dry larynx moved and turned to look at the remaining corridor.

The corridor was long and dark, and there was a closed door in front of him, which was his destination.

Mo Yi subconsciously clenched his hand. The edge of the ancient key was hard and cold, and it hurt faintly in his palm.

There is no way back now.

He settled down and went to the door.

The dusty wooden door stands quietly at the end of the corridor. The sign on the door has been eroded and blurred, but it still vaguely recognizes the English characters:

"Dean's office".

Some rusty long and thin keys were inserted into the lock holes, making a small and crisp metal collision sound. Mo Yi pressed his fingers and listened to a slight "click". The door opened in response.

The smell of dust came to my face.

Mo Yi pauses, reaches out to push the door wider, and then goes in without hesitation.

Unexpectedly, the light inside the door is still bright. The light illuminates the spacious room through the dust covered lampshade. The antique dark green wallpaper is wrinkled, but it is clean and decent.

The low ceiling is somewhat uneven, with a few dirty water stains.

The room was full of tables, chairs and cabinets, looking messy.

Mo Yi goes forward and rummages the sundries piled on the table.

There are a lot of things, but they are of little value.

He squatted down and opened the drawer under the table.

In the drawers lie many wrinkled documents, which are randomly stacked together. Mo Yi browses them quickly. Among them, a rough piece of brown paper catches his eyes: Iris municipal orphanage, which was built in 1913.

The whole picture of the orphanage is painted with grandiose brush strokes. At the brand-new gate of the orphanage, a row of orphans and nursing workers all show a brilliant smile.

The following lines are blurred.Mo Yi pursed his lips and put the pile of documents back into the drawer.

In fact, this building is rather shoddy. In many places, even if he is a layman, he can see that he is cutting corners. It is a miracle that it can last about 20 or 30 years.

And now it appears, though shabby, it still needs to be complete.

It seems that there is no big deviation from the age he estimated at first.

But apart from this, there are no valuable clues.

Mo Yi's mood can't help but feel a little urgent. He pushed the drawer back, turned to open the cabinet beside the wall, and then quickly buried his head to look for it.

No No No

His brow was tight, and a deep mark of thought was imprinted between his brows.

A few hot drops of sweat slowly slid down his temples, along the lines of his face, and dropped into his collar.

Mo Yi's men keep moving, but they are obviously anxious.

No specific files or documents of orphans can be found anywhere.

All of a sudden, Mo Yi's action was stiffly.

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