Chapter 30

Mo Yi looked at the "carpet" that had been covered on the ground before.

The structure is pressed so tightly that it is very hard when stepped on, and it is impossible to even find the difference from the normal ground. The wood texture on it is vivid, and in such a dim lighting environment, it is almost impossible to distinguish the difference from the previous ground.

Exquisite workmanship.

Mo Yi silently commented in his heart.

Is it completely the same level as this orphanage with even the walls crooked?

The doubts in my heart are getting deeper and deeper.

Mo Yi rolled the blanket aside and turned his head to look at the iron door on the ground.

The flat iron door shone with a slight cold light under the dim light. There was no unnecessary decoration on it. It was smooth and flat, with only one side of it that looked like a handle, lying across the middle of the groove on the ground.

There is a thick and old lock on it, which seems to have been destroyed by violence and has been broken.

Mo Yi tentatively stretched out his other palm, moved the half heavy lock away with force, then held the handle and lifted it upwards-

The iron door opened silently.

A cold and damp smell came over the air of dust and something rotting.

Mo Yi coughed a few times unexpectedly after being choked.

He reached out and turned on the flashlight and shone it towards the hidden passage.

After losing the iron gate, the black hole was exposed, and layers of stairs extended to the inward bottom, leading to the unknown darkness.

The light column of the flashlight cannot penetrate the deep darkness underground, and can only illuminate the first few steps on the uppermost level.

There was a thick area of ​​dust on it, and it was obvious that no one had been involved in it for a long time.

Mo Yi flipped through the bag and stuck a small clip beside the iron door to prevent the iron door from falling suddenly after entering.

Then he bent down and carefully climbed down.

The turbid air that had been closed underground for a long time filled his nose, and his steps brought waves of dust, scattered in the cold air, and scattered in front of the light column of the flashlight.

The steps under your feet are narrow and long, and the darker the deeper the downward.

The light transmitted from the top of the head became thinner and weaker, making it almost impossible to penetrate the narrow cellar, leaving only a blurry outline when looking up.

Finally, Mo Yi's foot stepped on the ground.

He left the steps and took a few steps forward with an attempt to move the flashlight, trying to see where he was.

The light of the flashlight moves throughout the underground space, outlining a blurry and unclear outline.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

This place is much bigger than he thought.

At this moment, the flashlight seemed to illuminate a long line hanging in the corner. Mo Yi walked over in the darkness, then reached out and pulled it gently.

The light illuminates the entire basement.

This place is very vast, with a tight and closed ceiling dome covering the underground space. The walls are straight and sturdy, without wallpaper, exposed hard rocks, the walls are covered with dirty and wet water stains caused by the cold ground. The ground is also covered with gravel gravel ground. You can hear the small sound of friction with the soles when you step on it.

The most shocking thing is the densely packed small beds.

They almost filled the entire space, as if to save territory. The small beds were extremely tightly connected, with almost no gaps, and were arranged tightly one by one.

And through these small beds, directly opposite the room, there is a half-closed wooden door.

Mo Yi roughly swept the whole house and counted silently in his heart: In this room alone, there were more than 150 small beds, enough to accommodate the same number of children.

He stretched his legs into the gap between the bed and walked forward carefully. After reaching the end of the room, Mo Yi stretched his legs and let out a long breath.

He walked towards the door, reached out and pushed it open, and then found the same light rope in the corresponding corner.

After pulling it gently, the light above my head buzzed a few times, then it flashed and lit up, barely illuminating the entire room.

Mo Yi couldn't help but gasp.

This room is the same as the one in front, and also has an amazing number of small beds.

However, the only difference is that the wall of this room was splashed with amazing amounts of brown blood, which were buried together, and almost turned into dark black, and condensed and dried up on the wall into terrifying traces.

There are traces left by bullet holes on the walls.

On each small bed, there are different amounts of blood residue on the dirty mats, which looks extremely tragic.

It was like...a massacre happened here.

The room was filled with a stale stench, which made people feel sick.

Mo Yi calmed down and realized that there were several small rooms in this tragic room.

All of them are marked on it - "Dean's Office", "Guardian's Office", "Storage Room", etc.

Mo Yi suddenly realized.

He finally knew why the rooms above were so rare and why the public spaces were built so sloppy.

The orphanage on the ground is just the tip of the iceberg, or a cover, and its real body and internal organs are hidden under the ground.

So why is this orphanage on the ground used as a cover?

Mo Yi looked around the stunning number of small beds in the room, and a guess slowly emerged from the surface.

His eyes sank, and his dark eyes looked a little cold for a moment.

Mo Yi subconsciously turned the flashlight in his palm, and then walked straight towards the underground dean's office.

This dean's office is different from the one on the ground. This one is flipped like a loot, with tables and chairs flipped up in a mess, yellowed and old documents scattered throughout the room, and a thick layer of gray was accumulated in all places.

However, the first thing Mo Yi noticed was the crooked photos on the wall.

The photo has turned yellow, with two big holes on it and curly corners, but the portraits on the photo are still clearly visible.

It was a tall woman, wearing a straight black dress, with her hands covered, her eyebrows and eyes were solemn, and there was a deep wrinkle between her eyebrows, looking straight at the camera.

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, and the clipping newspaper he found in the library flashed through his mind - this seemed to be the woman who was hanged above.

At this moment, he stood at the door and hesitated a little.

In the dean's room on the ground, he almost lost his life, which forced him to be cautious.

After all, Mo Yi didn't know whether the rules on the ground were applicable under the ground.

If it applies, then there is no second Song Qi to save him this time.

Mo Yi frowned and carefully recalled any details in the rules - none of them mentioned that there was an underground space here, and the prompt at the beginning of the game was to tell them to act according to the rules.

So... can we think that in this basement, we can drill into loopholes in the rules?

Mo Yi took a deep breath and decided to gamble.

He stepped into the dean's office with a big step, then pressed his feet against the door to prevent it from closing suddenly. Then Mo Yi lowered his head and watched the pointer of his watch slowly turning around, while his muscles were tight, ready to rush out at any time when something was wrong.

He was attacked within ten minutes of entering the door last time.

So, to be on the safe side, Mo Yi waited fifteen minutes this time.

The pointer turned evenly on the dial, making a gentle sound of walking, quietly covering the room. Fifteen minutes passed quickly, but nothing happened.

Mo Yi let out a breath slowly, and his tight muscles relaxed slightly: It's great, it seems that his guess is correct.

He quickly walked into the room, squatted down, and began to flip through the messy and scattered documents.

Many places on those records are vague, sometimes they are replaced with abbreviation, and sometimes they even only have dates and a transaction amount of money.

This is an account book.

Mo Yi's brows frowned tightly.

On one of the pages, he recognized several familiar names, arranged in familiar order: "daniel...tommy...john..."

This is exactly the name on the name tag hanging in front of the bed in the room where he is.

The original family that seemed to be orphans before the name, and the brief introduction to the family situation is nothing particularly surprising, but the back of the name is marked with a few words counting money in scribbled handwritten, and a few simple annotations: "Leather Factory", "Private", "Private".

Mo Yi clenched the yellowed and crisp paper in a daze, leaving a faint body temperature on the rough paper.

His guess just now was confirmed.

This is a transit station for illegally trafficking in children. Orphans from all directions are sent to this place, then placed in a crowded and dark ground, and then sold one by one.

Either they entered a toxic chemical factory, were bought by private anonymously, or were transported abroad.

The formal orphanage on the ground was built so careless and lacking in weight just to cover up the dirty transactions under it, because they knew that no child sent here could stay enough and could use the public space here.

Mo Yi's breathing slightly stopped and he murmured subconsciously:

“allhopeabandon, whoenterin.”
Chapter completed!