Chapter 43

After Mo Yi finished speaking, he paced in the same place with some annoyance, frowning tightly.

Under the dim and cold corridor lights, his pale face due to blood loss was even pale at this moment, and there was no trace of blood on his tightly pursed lips.

Wang Zezhi recovered from Mo Yi's inference just now and couldn't help but feel a little scared behind his back.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked, "That... since we play the victim, the newcomer plays the perpetrator, then...who will play the onlooker?"

Mo Yi shook his head solemnly and replied, "I don't know."

He pursed his lips and said with some uncertainty: "I seemed to hear laughter when Sun Xiaoyan was tortured just now."

Wang Zezhi couldn't help but feel cold all over when he heard this, and goose bumps instantly rose. He shrank his shoulders and smiled reluctantly and said, "You... don't scare me."

Mo Yi raised his eyebrows and did not answer.

He lowered his head and rubbed the piece of paper in his hand. A rough touch came from his fingertips, and the fragile and thin paper made a slight "rustling" sound.

Mo Yi's eyes stopped at the handwriting on the note, his eyes were dark, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking for a moment.

The atmosphere in the air was a little scary for a moment.

Wang Zezhi saw him looking at the note over and over there, and couldn't help but break the silence a little, and asked in confusion: "Aren't there just a few words on that piece of paper? What are you looking at?"

His words seemed to wake Mo Yi up.

Mo Yi raised his head from his thoughts and looked at Wang Zezhi with dark eyes, but he did not focus on him, as if he was passing straight through him.

He said dyingly, "I'm wondering, where did the body go?"

Wang Zezhi: The body?

Mo Yi immediately said: "The massacre was originally intended to cover up the evidence, so the bodies of more than 300 orphans cannot be transported out blatantly. So where will they go?"

Wang Zezhi's eyes became serious. He reached out and pushed the glasses on his nose, thought about it carefully, and replied: "Can they be transported out in batches overnight?"

Mo Yi nodded: "It's possible."

After saying that, he raised the note in his hand and showed the handwriting on it to Wang Zezhi:

"But if so, why did they let us "find them" again?"

The answer is about to emerge - the orphans' bodies are likely to be hidden in this orphanage.

Wang Zezhi frowned in distress: "But this orphanage is so big, where can we find it? And..."

He turned his head and looked at the locked iron door, which was lit quietly at the end of the corridor with a cold light in the darkness.

Moreover, those corpses have a great possibility - downstairs.

Mo Yi's brows frowned a little tighter. He raised his head and looked at the brightly lit hall on the other side of the corridor. Suddenly he seemed to think of something: "I might have a way."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Yi turned around and walked out of the corridor. His back was thin and straight, and looking backwards was particularly relieved.

Wang Zezhi paused and followed.

Under the bright lights in the hall, although the blood on the ground had been half-dried, it was still shocking. A long dragging blood stretched into one of the corridors, leaving dark red marks on the smooth ground.

Mo Yi spoke:

"Since we play the role of the orphanage as an orphanage, then... after Sun Xiaoyan was tortured, her body must be piled up with other orphans."

When Wang Zezhi saw the blood on the ground, he understood, and then said, "As long as we follow the blood, we can find the corpse."

Mo Yi smiled and nodded: He is much smarter than Jiang Yuanbai in the previous copy.

The two walked into the corridor along the blood.

This corridor is the corridor where many players rest, and it is also the longest of the four corridors. The end of the corridor was swallowed up by dim lights and entered the darkness. There were exactly the same rooms on both sides of the corridor, with a total of twelve rooms.

The hideous bloodstains underground stayed at the beginning of the corridor, and the dragged bloodstains turned into large pools of blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs and flesh, as if... had been dismembered.

Excessive splatters of blood almost covered the front half of the corridor, almost covering up other traces.

Mo Yi frowned without a trace, turned his head to Wang Zezhi and said, "It seems that we can only look for it separately."

Wang Zezhi nodded helplessly.

Mo Yi is responsible for the six rooms on the left side of the corridor, and Wang Zezhi is responsible for the six rooms on the right.

Mo Yi turned around and entered the first room on the left. The room was obviously back to its former appearance. The light above his head was no longer dim. Bright light fell, but it could not dispel the chill in people's hearts at all.

There were irregular blood dripping on the ground in the room.

Mo Yi walked around the house, knocked around and tried to find out if there were any partitions under the wall, bent down and looked for the gaps on the floor, trying to find the same secret room as before.

——It’s a pity that they are all solid.

He frowned and turned around and walked into the second room.

The second room is almost the same as the first room, with a lot of blood stains and no walls and floors of the mezzanine compartment.

Mo Yi's brows frowned even more.

He turned around and walked out of the second room, and happened to meet Wang Zezhi who was also walking out from the opposite side.

Wang Zezhi wiped the sweat beads on his forehead and asked, "Have you noticed anything?"

Mo Yi didn't say anything, staring at him in a daze.

Wang Zezhi felt a thorn in his heart, raised his palm and shook it in front of him: "Why..."

Before he finished speaking, the remaining words stuck in his trembling throat, and he couldn't squeeze out a syllable - Wang Zezhi saw that his raised palm was covered with blood.

He looked up at Mo Yi with a little horror, but saw Mo Yi standing in front of him, staring at him with a pair of dark eyes, and a trace of blood rose on his pale face.

He whispered:

“undereryourbones,beneathyourskin

i’mherewiththeefoeverandever”

Wang Zezhi said: This is... a poem engraved on that table?

Although Mo Yi's expression on his face did not change much, his eyes exposed his uneasy mood.

His speech speed involuntarily accelerated:

"I always thought the subject of this poem was the author, but I was wrong - the subject of this poem was actually the player!"

Wang Zezhi was stunned.

Mo Yi's breathing became slightly rapid. He took a deep breath and continued:

"Since entering this copy, we are each under the orphan's bones and flesh!"

Wang Zezhi understood and his face turned pale in an instant: "So... the body is actually always on top of our heads?"

Mo Yi nodded - he finally knew where the dark water stains that had never disappeared on the ceiling came from before the entire orphanage timeline had gone backwards, and why the ceiling inside the orphanage was always so low.

The two of them quickly walked into the room behind them, looked up at the room, and sure enough, in the gap between the ceiling and the wall, there were semi-dried blood that was dark red to black.

Wang Zezhi stood on one of the small iron beds, raised his arms and tentatively touching the area of ​​the blood-seeking ceiling. Sure enough, the ceiling loosened a little, and a secret door was pushed open.

The smell of foul blood came to my face, choking Wang Zezhi to cough repeatedly.

He stood on tiptoe slightly, turned on the flashlight he carried with him and shone it in, and was instantly shocked by the appearance inside.

In the dim and dusty compartment, there were dense bones, which seemed to be the child's leg bones. At the closest place to him, two cut legs connected to flesh were lying.

Needless to think about it, this is a body after Sun Xiaoyan was dismembered.

Wang Zezhi endured his nauseous desire and jumped down, and truthfully repeated the scene he had just seen.

Mo Yi nodded calmly and said, "If I guess correctly, above the entire orphanage, there are the remains of the children's dismembered bodies.

Perhaps because he had guessed that Wang Zezhi was not that surprised this time, but he was still disgusted. After all, no one could accept that he had been staying under more than 300 remains for nearly three days.

Mo Yi turned around and said, "Let's go, let's open the other ceilings too."

Wang Zezhi nodded and followed him and walked outward.

They walked through the corridor and were about to walk to another room. However, halfway through, Wang Zezhi suddenly remembered something and asked:

"By the way, the part of Sun Xiaoyan that I only saw on it just now, Zhao Yicheng and Song Qi were not on it. Do you think they would...?"

Mo Yi paused a little and replied: "Everyone will be arranged by the orphanage, and Zhao Yicheng should be too."

Thinking of Song Qi, Mo Yi was slightly in trouble. He really didn't know how to explain this.

"Song Qi" is outside of some system, and there will be no role allocation, but he can't tell Wang Zezhi that this is the transformation of the fog that is invisible, right?

Mo Yi frowned, thought about it seriously, and said, "As for Song Qi, just think he is dead."

Wang Zezhi: “…”???

At this moment, a low voice suddenly came from behind:
Chapter completed!