Chapter 39

Mo Yi subconsciously tightened his fingers, and thin wrinkles appeared on the cover of the document, spreading like a spider web. His thin knuckles were full of force, which looked shocking.

His lips were pursed in a straight line, and the light color almost disappeared.

What happened?

Why did the ringtone disappear?

Could it be the countdown in the restaurant...?

Mo Yi suddenly raised his head and ran towards the restaurant. His ears were filled with the sound of wind that was quickly raising his feet, making him almost unable to hear other sounds around him.

He suddenly stopped his pace at the entrance of the restaurant, and stopped his body tilting inward, then quickly grabbed Wang Zezhi, who was running over with his eyes and hands.

Wang Zezhi staggered twice, and then held the door frame of the restaurant to stabilize his body. He held his crooked glasses, with a heavy confusion and uneasiness on his face. He opened his mouth and asked in a hoarse voice: "...what's wrong?"

Mo Yi turned his wrist with a serious look on his face and pointed at the dial of his watch.

Wang Zezhi was stunned for a moment, followed Mo Yi's finger and looked closer, and his face instantly became ugly.

The reason why the bell is no longer clear, but the result of this is self-evident - the old timetable is probably not allowed to be used any longer.

Wang Zezhi took a step back and his eyes changed when he looked at the restaurant. After all, he still remembered how miserable the player who accidentally entered the restaurant died on the first day because he didn't know the schedule.

He swallowed a saliva and looked at Mo Yi standing beside him.

Mo Yi looked straight into the restaurant, his eyes narrowed thoughtfully with a pair of dark colors. The bright lights in the restaurant and the dim wall lights in the corridor divided his face into light and darkness, making his facial features look more and more neat and sharp.

He seemed to always be in front of him without changing his appearance. No matter what happened, he was so calm and rational, which made people feel at ease just by looking at him.

This man seemed to have a strange magic power, which made people involuntarily regard him as their backbone and subconsciously wanted to believe his judgment and decision-making.

Wang Zezhi took a deep breath and asked:

"What should we do now?"

Mo Yi quickly glanced at him, his eyes paused on the wound on his neck for a moment, and then replied: "I'll bandage you first, and then I'll look for clues in the information you found, and then decide what to do next."

He took out bandages and wound medicine from his backpack, handed them to Wang Zezhi's hand, and then turned around and walked out of the corridor.

Wang Zezhi took the medicine and took a few steps to follow his steps. He asked in confusion as he walked: "Then, where are you going now?"

"Lobby." Mo Yi raised his hand without looking back and replied: "In the timetable, the hall is basically a blind spot, and it is rarely explicitly stipulated whether the hall is not allowed to enter at a certain time interval."

Wang Zezhi thought: Yes, now I’m not sure if some timetables are really invalid. Staying in the lobby is the safest and safest way.

After understanding this, he became energetic and followed Mo Yi out.

The hall was still the same as they left, without any tendency to change, which made Wang Zezhi feel relieved. He reached out and turned on the wound medicine that Mo Yi had just thrown to him, and began to use medicine to himself with awkward movement.

Mo Yi stood aside and opened the document that had been holding in his hand for a long time with the brighter lights in the hall.

The paper is very new, flat and shiny, and seems to be brand new. This seems to be an extremely concise agreement. The specific transaction content has been vaguely misled, and only a huge number is written on the paper, which looks particularly eye-catching.

Mo Yi read the main text three times, but still felt confused and had no idea what the proposal was for trading.

He frowned, with doubt in his heart, turned to the next page.

The signing date written in ink blue handwriting instantly caught my eye: March 11, 1919.

Mo Yi was stunned.

He remembered that the records of the two brothers in the basement were dated March 10, 1919, which means that the document was signed the day after the records of the two brothers were stopped.

Moreover, on this date, the fake dean who was framed should have been imprisoned and imprisoned. Therefore, the signer of this document should be the person behind the orphanage.

Mo Yi stared at the string of flower-shaped English signed at the end of the document, and subconsciously stroked her fingers:

The signator of this document should be the handwriting of a man - this reminded him of the ordinary man standing beside the orphan in the group photo.

Mo Yi frowned without a trace, and his deep eyes were completely dark. He took back his fingers placed on the page and was about to turn them back, but he saw a faint ink blue finger mark left in the place he had pinched.

He was shocked in an instant and looked at his fingers.

The belly of the fingertips was wet with ink, and slowly bleached along the lines on the fingers, leaving a blurred and semi-dry ink mark in the middle of the fingertips.

——Wait, the ink hasn't dried yet?

Mo Yi twisted his fingertips and looked thoughtfully as the ink remaining on his fingertips was crushed and spread out by his body temperature, turning into a light color between his fingers, like a light blue mist attached to his fingers.

Countdown to the clock in the restaurant.

Newer orphanages.

——Like, time is backwards.

And March 11, 1919 was the end of this regression.

Such a terrible idea suddenly popped up in Mo Yi's heart - they may have entered the timeline of that day, and what they are deep in now is the orphanage of that year.

His breathing was suffocated.

Just now, when I was at the entrance of the restaurant, Mo Yi saw that the clock was still walking backwards and there was no sign of stopping - and at that time, the clock's minutes and hour hand were exactly pointing at 5:40.

Mo Yi looked down at the watch: It was 5:20 now.

In other words, after 10 minutes, the time of the clock walking backwards... coincided with the time of the time he was walking backwards on his watch.

It's like the overlap of two time lines.

Just as Mo Yi was thinking in dismay, Wang Zezhi's voice suddenly sounded, awakening him from his thoughts:

"That... can you help me?"

Mo Yi's eyes flashed for a moment, as if he didn't realize that there were other people in the room. He looked in the sound and saw Wang Zezhi holding a messy bandage with a embarrassed look on his face, and looked at him with a little embarrassed.

The bandage at one end was wrapped around his neck, and the other end was wrapped around his hands and shoulders. It was stained with some wound medicine and half-dry blood, and it looked very embarrassed.

Mo Yi Leran: It is indeed not easy to wrap a bandage on your injured neck alone. Just so, thinking hard now will not have any results. It is better to change your thinking.

While thinking, Mo Yi stuffed the document into his backpack, stood up, walked to Wang Zezhi's side, and took the bandage from his hand.

In his clever and slender fingers, the long snow-white bandages were well-mannered and honest, wrapping around Wang Zezhi's neck in circles, and sealing them tightly with medical tape on the side of his neck with neat techniques.

Mo Yi's fingertips unconsciously brushed Wang Zezhi's exposed skin.

The cold and sharp touch was almost thrilling, and the warm and smooth skin was instantly aroused goose bumps. He subconsciously turned his head and wanted to avoid it, but he felt that Mo Yi's cold hands left him in a second.

Wang Zezhi shrank his shoulders, reached out and touched his neck, carefully not touching his wounds, and pressed back the goose bumps that came out one after another with the warm temperature of his palm.

He couldn't help but wonder:

How cold is Mo Yi's body so weak that his hands are so cold that he makes his hands as cold as ice.

Mo Yi didn't notice the twists and turns in Wang Zezhi's heart. After he helped him seal the bandage, he straightened up again and looked around the entire hall casually.

At this moment, Mo Yi discovered something was wrong.

The only two of them were left in the entire hall.

I don’t know when the three people disappeared.

Mo Yi's heart thumped violently, and a strange and unknown premonition was like a sponge filled with water, full of all his senses, and it was almost impossible for him to breathe.

He walked a few steps towards the corridor, held his breath and listened intently.

The dark and dead silence deep in the corridor is darkness that cannot penetrate the light, as if it has devoured all sounds, and the cold and quiet silence is like a towel soaked in water, weighing heavily on a person's mouth and nose.

Mo Yi took another step closer.

He looked down at his watch—5:30

Just as the second hand struck the number "12" on the dial, the entire hall suddenly began to shake faintly, causing Mo Yi to stagger out of defense, and then stood up unsteadily to hold the wall, barely stabbing his body.

When he raised his head again, the entire hall changed drastically.

The clean and brand new chandeliers radiate bright lights above the head, the dark green wallpaper and dark brown carpets are clear in patterns, and the reception desk at the door is spotless.

It is completely different from the dusty orphanage before, and it is almost impossible to believe its own eyes.

Just as Mo Yi and Wang Zezhi looked at each other.

In the depths of the dark corridor, there were suddenly rapid and heavy footsteps!

Get closer to them at a speed that is difficult to react!
Chapter completed!