Mo Yi: "..."

Wang Zezhi: “…”

——Is it a secret technique to say bad things about others behind your back?

Mo Yi paused, turned around, and said with a sincere look: "It's really great that you're fine!"

Wang Zezhi: "..." Brother, your acting skills are a bit fake.

Song Qi stood at the end of the corridor with a backlight. The slight light in the hall behind him coated the lines on his side with a faint halo. He had a slender figure and a straight back.

Without saying a word, he walked up and stood in front of Mo Yi.

Song Qi chuckled, raised his hand, and wiped his face with his fingertips.

The cold touch was about to leave. Mo Yi didn't react for a moment. He subconsciously blinked his eyes and looked at Song Qi in a daze.

Under the backlight, Song Qi's expression was obscure and difficult to distinguish, and his light-colored eyes stared at him intently.

His voice was as usual: "There is blood."

Mo Yi came to his senses at this moment and followed Song Qi's movements to look at his spreading hands. He saw a little red spot on his slender and fair fingertips, which looked particularly eye-catching.

Mo Yi suddenly realized: "Oh, thank you."

After saying that, he raised his intact palm and wiped it hard at the place where Song Qi had just touched it. His pale skin was instantly stained with a layer of redness by his somewhat rude movements.

Mo Yi looked at Song Qi standing in front of him and asked, "Is there any?"

"Wait." Song Qi's voice was low. He stretched out his palm and held Mo Yi's face up. He gently wiped the remaining blood on the floating red with his thumb, and his movements were as careful as if he was treating treasures.

Mo Yi was so scared by his sudden movement that he was stunned for a few seconds. He had no time to dodge for a while and was caught.

When he came to his senses, he felt his cheeks sinking into the other party's cold palm, and his slender fingers were gentle and unrestrained to stick to his jawbone.

Song Qi's face also approached, and his cold breath gently approached Mo Yi's cheek.

Breath tangle.

Mo Yi's face couldn't help but get hot, as if the other person's palm was also stained with the temperature on his face, and it was a bit ironing against his skin.

He coughed awkwardly, turned his head and broke free from Song Qi's palm, and then took a step back without a trace.

The distance between the two was instantly opened.

Song Qi paused, put down his palm that was staying in the air as if nothing had happened, and said, "Now there is no more."

Wang Zezhi stood beside him with a complicated face, holding his arms with a very wink, without saying a word.

"..." Why does he always have the illusion of being stuffed with a mouthful of dog food?

At this moment, Mo Yi seemed to remember something. He turned his head to look at Wang Zezhi and said, "By the way, your forehead..."

Wang Zezhi realized that there was blood on his forehead that had fallen from the ceiling before. He smiled and waved his hand, shaking his head and retreated: "I, I will do it myself, I have tissues."

Please don’t let the person next to you feel low! His eyes are so terrible!

I don't want to wipe my face at all, thank you!

Wang Zezhi wanted to cry without tears.

Mo Yi glanced at him with a slight desire to speak and swallowed the rest of his words into his stomach: Actually... he just wanted to remind him that when Wang Zezhi bandaged him, he had already put all the tissues on him.

Suddenly, Mo Yi felt that something cold touched his left hand gently.

He was stunned and looked at his side.

Song Qizheng looked down at his forearm where he had cut off his cuffs with a complicated face. A thick bandage was wrapped around his thin forearm, and a thick circle of red blood seeped out. The pale skin that was not wrapped around the bandage was covered with purple and dried blood scabs caused by blood stasis.

"Are you injured?"

Mo Yi nodded with no concern and replied: "Fortunately, it doesn't hurt very much. He can still move normally and will not affect the next action."

Song Qi lowered his eyes, moved his lips with some difficulty, and said in a hoarse voice: "...I'm sorry."

Even though he knew that the other party was a dangerous person with a unclear position, Mo Yi couldn't help but soften his heart when he saw his slightly fragile expression at the moment.

He hesitated to stretch out his hand and rubbed the other person's head, his voice rarely softened:

"It's not your fault."

After saying that, Mo Yi turned his head and looked at Wang Zezhi standing aside, and his face regained his usual calmness and rationality:

"Okay, enough greetings have been exchanged. The most urgent task is to find all the orphans' bodies. We don't have much time."

Behind Mo Yi, Wang Zezhi watched helplessly. Song Qizheng, who had just looked mysterious and domineering, stood there stiffly, his face flushed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his ears were also bright red, making him wonder if the other party was steamed.

——I’m afraid I’m not going to be dropped?!

——Wang Zezhi kicked over the dog food delivered to him with a cold face.

——

After Song Qi joined in, the three people's speed significantly accelerated. They were extremely efficient from one room to another, destroying the ceiling above their heads, allowing the corpse above them to see the light of day.

And, they soon discovered that as long as the room with the ceiling was opened, it would slowly become old and damaged again, just like the spell imposed on the house was removed and returned to the timeline of the past.

Mo Yi stood in the empty library, stopped the movements in his hand, wiped a thin layer of sweat on his forehead with his wrist, looking around at the wall that had begun to peel off for a week, and breathed a sigh of relief:

"Is there anything else we haven't taken care of except the hall?"

Wang Zezhi thought about it and shook his head: "No more."

While listening to Wang Zezhi's words, Mo Yi counted the fragments of the body found above each room in his mind, and then concluded:

The corpse above the hall should be the children's arms.

Mo Yi lowered his eyes slightly, and his long black eyelashes covered the complicated expression in his eyes. He paused and took the conversation: "Let's go, let's open the secret room in the hall."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out.

Wang Zezhi and Song Qi followed behind him and walked towards the hall.

After entering the hall, the three of them worked together to open the ceiling above their heads. The dust mixed with fishy smell and rotten smell, instantly occupying everyone's senses.

Even Mo Yi couldn't help but frown.

He raised his head and looked at Wang Zezhi who was standing on the chair and leaning half of his body into the ceiling. He raised his voice and asked, "Have you found it?"

Wang Zezhi's voice came from the top of his head in a muffled manner: "That's right, it's the children's arms... well, Sun Xiaoyan's."

Mo Yi nodded, and before he could say anything, he heard the ceiling making a "click" sound. The sour cracking sound came into his eardrums. A crack spread on the ceiling, cracking the spider-web-like gap at an extremely fast speed.

Mo Yi felt nervous and thought to himself that it was not good.

The entire orphanage itself is a shoddy building, and after they opened the ceiling, its timeline returned to its previous disrepair-their behavior could easily destroy the support structure of the ceiling.

Sure enough, the entire ceiling trembled violently twice, and then the whole ceiling collapsed.

Mo Yi subconsciously raised his arm to protect his head, but he didn't expect a powerful force to come and pulled him aside. Half of his body instantly fell into a cold embrace, and the smell of mist in the pine forest after the rain was lingering at the end of his nose, which was appropriate and clear.

Mo Yi was stunned, put down his arm covering his face, and happened to see Song Qi pulling away.

He coughed with a concealment:

"The wound on your arm can't hold on to it and get hit."

Mo Yi pursed his lips, thanked him, and looked back at the hall.

The ground of the hall was in a mess, the broken ceiling partitions were chaotic on the ground, and only a black support surface was left above the head, dust fell down, and the bones and flesh and blood fell on the ground with dust - the smell of rotten and foul smell became stronger and stronger.

Wang Zezhi stood on the chair, and seemed to be frightened and confused. However, his upper half of his body was already exploring the ceiling, so he was almost not affected.

He slowly looked up, then looked down, and finally looked at Mo Yi stiffly, showing an awkward smile: "...sorry?"

Mo Yi shook his head: "It's okay, the ceiling should have collapsed."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire hall began to become old at a speed visible to the naked eye. The walls were peeling off, the wallpapers were wrinkled, and the smell of stench almost turned into a physical body. Mo Yi turned his head and looked behind him, and saw that the corridor and the rooms in the deep corridor seemed to have undergone the same changes.

Unlike the room they had just entered the copy, although the whole house was old at that time, each of the utensils was well preserved and not damaged - it was not like a house a hundred years ago.

And now... the entire building quickly became dilapidated.

It seemed... it was pulled back to the real timeline.

A few "clicks" sounds and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground sounded deep in the corridor - probably the ceilings in several other rooms also began to fall.

The smell became stronger and stronger.

Mo Yi took a few steps forward and looked at the corpses on the ground, and his eyes couldn't help but pause. Among the arms and bones on the ground, his arms were tightly holding a dusty rabbit doll.

He was stunned and took a few steps forward again, searching for the corpses on the ground:

No teddy bear.

Mo Yi's brows were frowning tightly, and his lips were pursed without a trace of blood.

He squatted down, and did not dislike the dirt on the ground, and began to count the bones of the hand on the ground one by one.

After counting, Mo Yi was stunned for a few seconds, then turned around and ran into other rooms, counting the scattered bones on the ground.

This room is filled with a skull, and it is hard to make mistakes when counting.

After counting, Mo Yi turned around the room, his eyes a little confused.

At this moment, a familiar mechanical female voice sounded in her ears, calling back Mo Yi's mind:

"Congratulations to player Mo Yi, you have completed the side quest: Relief, the mission reward has been sent to your account. Please receive it after the game is over."

Mo Yi suddenly raised his head and looked out the window with dark eyes:

There is still 1 hour left to the end of the game.

The side mission has been completed.

He pursed his lips, turned around and walked into the hall, and said silently in his heart:

There are two corpses missing from these corpses.

To be precise, it is the corpse of a pair of brothers.
Chapter completed!