Mo Yi tilted his head and thought for a while, suddenly walked forward and looked at the painting carefully.

After looking at it for a while, he slowly frowned, then reached out and touched the photo frame gently.

The quality of the photo frame is not very good. The rough burrs tie the edges of Mo Yi's fingertips, causing a dull pain. But what Mo Yi noticed was that on the rough surface of the photo frame, there were a small row of dot-shaped bulges arranged.

He increased his strength, and the small bulges fell into his palms in scattered manner with his movements.

Tan.

Mo Yi raised his palm and leaned closer to smell it, and couldn't help but be stunned.

These... should be blood stains after solidification and dryness.

According to the arrangement of these blood clots, they should be splashed from arteries with high pressure.

Mo Yi took a few steps back and carefully examined the wall with the photo frames hanging.

There was no wallpaper on the walls, the bare walls were a little yellow, and there were dull water stains and dirty mold in the corners. There was no trace of blood on the whole room, and there was no trace of repainting.

Mo Yi thought and pulled a stool that was overturned on the ground from the corner of the wall, raised his legs and stepped on it.

He reached out and held the sides of the photo frame, and used a slight force to take it off the entire wall.

As soon as he turned his head, Mo Yi was startled by Song Qi who appeared silently behind him.

Song Qi raised his head slightly, reached out to hold the back of the chair that was shaky and almost disintegrated because of the worn out. Then he used one hand to help him lift the heavy bottom of the photo frame, looked at him sideways, and turned his eyes to look at him:

"Your hand is still hurt, will I help you?"

Mo Yi nodded: "Thank you."

After saying that, he held Song Qi's hand that reached out, jumped off the chair, and walked straight to the dean's room.

Song Qi easily picked up the heavy photo frame with one hand and kept up with Mo Yi's pace.

The entire room outside the dean's room was covered with layers of dried blood, either splashing or throwing, or even dripping. The dirty brown blood stains seemed shocking on the walls, almost unbearable to look at them.

Mo Yi started from the place close to the dean's office and walked slowly along the wall while carefully observing the direction of the blood on the wall.

Finally, he stopped in the middle of the room.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, a subtle light flashed in his eyes, and turned his head to look at Song Qi who was following him.

Before he could speak something, Song Qi walked up to him with a clear understanding, stopped beside him, and carefully observed the seemingly inconspicuous wall.

Mo Yi was breathing a little unsteady, and there was a faint excitement hidden in Qingping's translucent gaze. He tiptoed and pointed at a wall above Song Qi's side, and said hurriedly:

"If you look carefully there, there is less blood splattering above, but there is a whole blood splatter that extends from here to there."

In order to indicate the direction of the blood, Mo Yi approached Song Qi a little closer. Their cheeks were very close. Song Qi could almost feel Mo Yi's warm breath gently spraying on his side face, making him tense up all over.

Mo Yi was unaware of anything and was still immersed in his own world. His dark eyes became brighter and his speech was faster and faster:

"Look, the blood suddenly stopped above, and then started to re-extend not far away."

"There must have been something on the wall here." Mo Yi concluded with certainty, then reached out and pressed Song Qi's shoulder, turned his head to look at him. The distance between the two suddenly became extremely close, almost as if Mo Yi was half-walking him.

Mo Yi continued ignorantly: "You are moving the photo frame..."

His words suddenly stopped, and his eyes looked at Song Qi with a strange look: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Why are you so blushing?"

After saying that, Mo Yi was about to reach out and touch Song Qi's forehead.

Song Qi's face couldn't help but feel the temperature higher. He hurriedly intercepted Mo Yi's hand in the air, then shook his head calmly, and replied: "I'm fine."

Mo Yi noticed that the two of them were getting too close at this moment, so he hurriedly opened a little distance. He smiled a little apologetically:

"Sorry, I was so excited just now that I was a little out of control."

However, what Mo Yi didn't see was that after he was a little far away, a trace of faint loss flashed through Song Qi's eyes.

The atmosphere in the air was suddenly a little awkward.

Mo Yi paused, paused again, and then looked at Song Qi with a silence, and finally couldn't help but speak:

"That...how long will you hold my hand?"

Song Qi pursed his lips, rubbed Mo Yi's palm with his thumb without any trace, and then maintained the calmness of his face and said hypocritically:

"Sorry, I forgot."

But his red and bloody tips exposed his uneasy emotions.

Mo Yi looked at him suspiciously, and then continued the topic just now: "Well, you can stand on the bed with the photo frame and try to overlap with the blank space on it."

Song Qi nodded calmly, stood up according to Mo Yi's instructions, and pasted the photo frame on the wall.

The corners of the frame and the edges of the bloodstains coincided closely together.

——Even the dusty and almost invisible marks on the wall overlapped seamlessly.

Mo Yi's breathing became rapid. He asked Song Qi to stand down from the small bed, then reached out to wrap his hand around the photo frame, and with Song Qi's strength, he used his complete hand to tactfully behind the photo frame, and then gently used a clever effort.

With a gentle "Kara", he took off the back of the photo frame.

As the dust flew, the photo frame disintegrated instantly. Mo Yi quickly caught the photo of falling downwards, but he did not expect that a corner of the fragments slid down from the back of the photo frame.

Mo Yi paused, put the scattered photo frame parts in his hand towards Song Qi beside him, and then squatted down and picked up the fragment.

It was a corner of a yellowed photo, with obvious traces of tearing off on the top, and in the only half of the remaining corner, there seemed to be a few blurry shoes lined up.

Mo Yi's eyes darkened, then he raised his head, raised the fragment to show Song Qi, and said:

"I suspect... the dean who was hanged was framed."

Song Qi raised his eyelids slightly and asked quietly: "What do you say?"

Mo Yi's eyes flashed slightly, raised his hand and pointed at the blood splattered on the wall, saying:

"This photo frame should have been hung here, so it was stained with these blood. Moreover, the original photo in this photo frame was not this woman, but was replaced afterwards. However, they were too quick to tear off a corner of the original photo and left it in the photo frame."

He paused, reached out to pick up the portrait of the yellowed woman, and continued, "That's why she was hung in the most conspicuous place in the dean's room, so that she could be framed as the mastermind of the orphanage."

When Mo Yi analyzed and explained, his entire face was almost lit up by the vitality in his eyes. His dark and deep eyes were focused and deeply affectionate. The almost ease-free charm almost made people unable to move their eyes away.

Song Qi stared at Mo Yi's smooth-lined side face, and his light-colored eyes became a little deeper.

"What I doubt now is that the real mastermind behind the scenes, after sending that scapegoat to the scaffold..."

Mo Yi frowned and continued, his forehead as if it was covered by a cloud, and he looked a little worried:

"In order to cover up his evidence of guilt, he may do anything."

Mo Yi looked up at the blood everywhere in the room, as if something was pressing heavily on his heart, making him feel breathless. He subconsciously licked his lips and whispered:

"And the greatest evidence of his crime in the entire orphanage... is that there are nearly three hundred children in this basement."

Every blood, every life.

...A unilateral massacre in order to cover up the evidence of the crime.

At this moment, a familiar mechanical female voice rang and said in a cold and straightforward voice:

"Dangdang Dangdang! Congratulations to player No. 08 Mo Yi, unlocking the hidden plot of this escape game!

The side mission is opened, and completing the side mission will reward you with generous points. Please continue to work hard!"

Mo Yi was stunned.

Side missions have been started?

I suddenly felt mixed feelings in my heart, and all kinds of emotions were mixed together, and I couldn't tell what it felt like.

He glanced at Song Qi, then lowered his eyelashes to cover the expression in his eyes.

At this moment, Mo Yi seemed to remember something, and he looked down at his watch: 8:30.

The lights are about to be turned off.

In addition, the difficulty of this copy will soon increase, so it may be extremely dangerous to stay below.

Mo Yi turned his head and said to Song Qi, "Let's go, let's go up."

One in front and one behind, the two climbed up the stairs and covered the iron door at the underground entrance.

They walked out along the dim corridor and when they reached the hall, they unexpectedly encountered an uninvited guest.

Zhao Yicheng and Sun Xiaoyan.

The two stood in the middle of the hall with gloomy faces and cast hostile gazes at Mo Yi.

Sun Xiaoyan took a step forward and looked at Mo Yi aggressively: "Do you know what you did?"

Mo Yi was stunned. Before he could say anything, Sun Xiaoyan continued to say sharply:

"You have started the hidden mission! The difficulty of the entire copy is going to increase. You are letting us die!"

Mo Yi slowly lowered his head as if repentant, and his facial features gradually disappeared in the darkness.

It seemed that Zhao Yicheng raised one hand and pressed it on Sun Xiaoyan's shoulder, stopping her next words.

Then he walked up worriedly, looked at Mo Yi with a depressed look on his face, sighed with a sigh of indifference, and said:

"You...really caused big trouble this time."

But, unwilling to do so, Mo Yi lowered his head and let out a brief chuckling.

He took a step forward.

His facial features were exposed to a slightly dim light, and his emotionsless black eyes looked straight at Zhao Yicheng, as if he could see through people's hearts, which was so cold that it was shocking.

Mo Yi said with a smile:
Chapter completed!