Chapter 41

The teddy bear sat quietly at the junction of the corridor and the hall, with light and darkness separated behind it.

Although the dark brown fluff is a bit old, it is still clean and soft, with complete limbs - like the entire orphanage, the timeline on its body seems to have returned to 1919.

Mo Yi stared at it, and before he could recover, Wang Zezhi's voice came to his ears:

"What's wrong?"

His voice made Mo Yi slightly distracted. When he looked into the corridor again, the elusive teddy bear disappeared like last time.

The note lying in a pool of blood seemed to have lost the magic power attached to it just now, soaked and eroded by bright red blood, slowly swallowing the words written in the blood. In just a few seconds, it turned into an ordinary piece of paper falling into the blood.

Mo Yi frowned and his eyes were slightly deeper.

Why did he "find me" again? He followed the clues of the teddy bear and found the identities of the two brothers from the basement. Isn't it considered finding them?

What does this repeated prompt mean?

Wang Zezhi walked to him at this moment, looked at him with some confusion, and asked again: "What's wrong? Why did he stop suddenly?"

Mo Yi came back to his senses, took a deep look at the note that had been immersed in a pool of blood again, shook his head slowly, and returned to it, "It's nothing."

After saying that, he calmed down and looked up at the four corridors in front of him. A dragging blood mark extended into one of the corridors, swallowed by the gradually heavy darkness.

The executioner who was dragging the corpse should have gone in that direction.

Mo Yi turned around and walked into another corridor.

He stepped into the deep corridor, and the light suddenly became dim. The wall lights on the wall emitted a faint light, illuminating the dark green patterns on the wallpaper. The color was restored. The wallpaper was sticking high to the ceiling, giving people an invisible sense of depression.

The floor under my feet made a creaking sound of disrepair.

Mo Yi walked while sorting out clues that had appeared in his heart.

Now the timeline of the entire orphanage is back on March 11, 1919, and on this day, more than 300 orphans in the orphanage were massacred. Now, if the massacre is to be repeated, one side is the perpetrator and the other side is the victim.

However, the dead are obviously unable to resurrect with the orphanage.

Then the perpetrator and the victim must find someone to play again.

The new man who had troubled him before was obviously selected as a perpetrator by the orphanage - so he was scratched by himself with the same mark as the man in the photo.

Then, they - as the default member of the orphanage, were naturally arranged into the role of the victim.

So... is this arrangement random or selective?

Mo Yi slightly shook his eyes and subconsciously tucked his knuckles lightly.

The document that Wang Zezhi took out had a lot of names, and it was obviously signed on the same day - so, these two meals suddenly became better seemed to be able to explain it.

There is a high probability that it is specifically designed to entertain guests.

The ground below her feet no longer makes an upsetting crunch, but becomes quiet and strong.

Mo Yi stopped, then squatted down, groping on the ground while taking advantage of the dim lights in the corridor.

He touched the gap on the ground and lifted it hard. The blanket was lifted up by him, revealing the steel door panel with a cold light under it.

Wang Zezhi asked hesitantly: "Is this the entrance to that basement?"

Mo Yi pursed his lips and nodded, his eyes still on the iron gate - the broken lock on the iron gate was gone when he came last time.

Wang Zezhi squatted down and reached out to help pull up the iron door.

The damp and cold air rushes to the face, and the long and narrow stairs below are exposed to their eyes as the iron door is opened.

——At the end of the stairs, there was a ray of light.

Mo Yi walked down a few stairs, then poked out half of his body, pulled the blanket over, found a good angle, and carefully covered it on the iron door again, so that they pulled the iron door under the stairs and the blanket would be covered again.

After doing this, Mo Yi took a deep breath, calmed down and walked down the stairs first.

Wang Zezhi followed closely behind.

After walking underground, what caught my eye was indeed bright: the wet and exposed rock walls were solid and tall, supporting a whole wide space. The small beds below were neatly arranged, and the yellowed sheets were worn and wrinkled, but they were not as covered with dust and dirt as they were last time they came.

Here we also return to the previous timeline.

Mo Yi waved to Wang Zezhi, who looked around in surprise, then walked through the room and towards the wooden door.

When I opened the door, the clean walls came into my eyes, and the neat little beds were densely packed, almost exactly the same as the previous room. The shocking blood stains left by the previous massacre had completely disappeared, and the whole room looked calm and neat.

Mo Yi turned his head and looked around the whole room, and his eyes stopped on one side of the room.

As if to strengthen his determination, he took a deep breath, then raised his foot and walked in that direction.

Wang Zezhi looked along the place Mo Yi was facing and saw a short and strong wooden door in that place, which marked "care room" in English.

He followed Mo Yi, carefully walked through the densely packed bed placed in the room, and walked to the wooden door.

Mo Yi reached out his hand, held the cold door handle, and twisted it gently, and the door slowly opened.

With a slight creaking sound, the dark and cold breath in the door penetrated, almost making people feel cold all over.

Mo Yi's eyebrows and eyes sank, reached out to turn on his flashlight, and walked into the door without hesitation.

Inside this door is a deep corridor, with two rooms on both sides of the corridor, which are open in black and appear particularly groggy under the faint light of the flashlight.

Mo Yi used a flashlight to sway in one of the rooms, illuminating the blurry outline of the objects in the room - there were four single beds in one room and some essential furniture, which were simple but complete.

This is probably where the caregivers live.

Mo Yiliui tightened his fingers holding the flashlight tightly and continued to walk forward.

At the end of the corridor, there is a room.

The flashlight's light column swept on the dirty door sign and printed the letters on it - "Infirmary".

Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief without any trace.

That's great, there's no wrong place to find the wrong place - there are so many people in this orphanage that even regardless of the life orphans' life or death, we must prevent a large-scale outbreak and ensure the health of the caregivers.

However, it was not found on the ground, and there was no trace of the infirmary in the basement before, so it was very likely to be hidden behind an unopened door.

Now it seems that he is right.

Wang Zezhi took a few steps forward and also recognized the words on the door sign with the light of the flashlight. He asked in a daze: "What's wrong? Is there anything you need in the infirmary?"

Mo Yi sideways his face and answers thoughtfully: "...To verify one of my guesses."

After saying that, he reached out and pushed open the door of the infirmary and walked in first.

The infirmary was unexpectedly clean and tidy. The place where the flashlight shone was spotless, and all the items were neatly arranged. Bottles and jars were placed on the shelves in order of size, reflecting a cold light under the light of the flashlight.

Mo Yi walked around the back of the table, took out the remaining bandage that had just been bandaged by Wang Zezhi, wrapped his palms, and then began to carefully flip the things on the table.

A photo that was tilted and pressed on the bottom layer attracted his attention.

Mo Yi turned it over. The person in the black and white photo was the man in the previous photo. He looked much younger and he was holding a petite woman in his arms, as if he was his wife.

Half of his face was printed with the half dark birthmark, and he smiled very kindly, while the wife's face and limbs in his arms were very stiff, and fear was written on the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.

Mo Yi looked closer and suddenly realized that the man was wearing summer clothes, while every inch of the woman's skin was wrapped tightly, and even with gloves on her hands, as if she was covering something.

Wang Zezhi also came over. He looked at the photo in Mo Yi's hand in surprise and said, "This, is this the man in the photo taken in a group? He is a doctor?"

Mo Yi's expression was a little heavy, and he nodded:

"When we were upstairs, we didn't hear Sun Xiaoyan's screams at all, which means that her vocal cords were cut off from the beginning. Her movements were so neat and experienced, and she could not do it without professional skills."

"So... it's not him?"

Mo Yi pursed the corners of his lips and said softly "um".

While putting the photo back in place, he said, "He should be a sadist, so the orphans and the women in this photo are so afraid of him, so the master behind the scenes sent him to kill so many orphans."

And it's...slaughter.

Both of them looked a little heavy.

Suddenly, in the silence, a slight metal sound came from afar, followed by the heavy footsteps of the stairs, penetrating the quiet air and vibrating their eardrums.

Mo Yi was shocked--someone was back.

In the shortest time, he tried his best to restore the things on the table to its original state as quickly as possible, and then ran out with Wang Zezhi.

The door of the infirmary closed behind them.

There is no fork in the road, and once you go out, you will inevitably face it.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer, and every step seems to be stepping on a person's heart.

Mo Yi's heart became tense more and more tense. Suddenly, he moved his heart, reached out to pull Wang Zezhi, turned around and rushed into one of the guard studios next to him with the door closed, and then closed the door again.

The two of them were short, turned off the flashlight, and quietly lay in the darkness.

The footsteps are getting closer.

With a slight "click", the lights outside lit up and shone in along the gap between the door and the door frame.

With the faint light, Mo Yi saw a note quietly placing in front of him.

It lay in the dust, written in colorful and crooked crayons:
Chapter completed!