Chapter 40

The sound of footsteps approached.

The heart pounded in the chest, and the hot blood instantly hit the eardrums. The buzzing white noise made the sound around me instantly leave.

Adrenaline straight high.

Before Mo Yi's brain could react, his body took action before his thoughts. With the strength that broke out at the critical moment, he reached out and pulled Wang Zezhi and ran towards the side hall at the end of the hall.

The rapid and heavy footsteps seemed to be behind me!

At the critical moment, Mo Yi supported his palm on the newly renovated low cabinet, then jumped over and turned into the side hall.

Wang Zezhi also reacted instantly - he followed closely, turned over and jumped into the side hall, lowered his body with Mo Yi, and then tried to shrink as small as possible, so that the low counter separated from the side hall and the lobby would cover the two of them.

——All this happened in the lightning.

The sound of footsteps entered the hall, and a rapid and empty echo was knocked on the floor, as close as if it was just in my ear.

Uncontrollable anxiety spreads in my heart.

Are they moving fast enough? Have they been seen?

Mo Yi's heart beat very fast, and the nervous uncertainty caused fine sweat to seep from his forehead.

He reached out to cover his mouth and nose to prevent his breathing from revealing his position.

——But you can still hear the rapid breathing sounds in your ears, as if the anxious asthma caused by a panic person, which makes people feel excited.

Mo Yi turned his head slightly and turned his eyes to Wang Zezhi squatting beside him.

But he met the gaze he also looked at.

Wang Zezhi also covered his mouth and nose tightly, his pale and sweaty face was filled with a sickly blush after exercise, and his brown eyes were wide open behind the lens, looking straight at Mo Yi.

Mo Yi was stunned: If it weren't for Wang Zezhi...who would it be?

The footsteps in the hall had stopped, and only the heavy gasps echoed in the empty hall with the low and hoarse "drinking" in my throat, making people feel scared.

Mo Yi moved his body carefully, pressed his face between the gap between the counter and the wall, and looked out through the gap.

The field of vision is thin and narrow, and it is almost impossible to turn. Mo Yi struggled to find the angle-

He was stunned.

The ground in the hall was covered in blood, and blood was still spreading. In the pool of blood, two slender legs were still twitching and pedaling.

Mo Yi's eyes sank: This would definitely not be the newcomer who died before, because after the entire hall began to change in a new direction, the newcomer's body disappeared along with the blood under her.

Then who could it be?

The sound of struggling and breathing became more and more intense, accompanied by the "drinking" sound like a broken bellows, which sounded particularly cunning.

At this moment, the owner of the calves seemed to have found a chance to break free, and suddenly he suddenly turned up. With a fierce tearing sound, the man seemed to stand up and leave Mo Yi's sight. Next was a series of messy footsteps and panting in horror.

Just then, there was a loud "bang".

Gunshots.

The deafening gunshots rang out in the closed room, almost numbing people's ears.

As the gunshots fell, the gasping sound returned to silence.

A man's body fell heavily to the floor, and his figure happened to enter Mo Yi's sight.

Mo Yi's eyes widened slightly.

That's Sun Xiaoyan.

Her distorted face was covered with blood due to fear, and her gray and breathless face turned straight to the side hall. Her eyes were covered with blood, which condensed with fear that had not yet dissipated.

Her mouth was wide open, and blood mixed with saliva and blood slimming down her chin. There was a neat incision on her white and slender neck, avoiding the artery and cutting the throat and vocal cords, revealing the blood-red fascia.

Mo Yi pursed his lips, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes.

What he heard in the hall just now was the footsteps of two people: one was the chaser and the other was the victim.

And the reason why Sun Xiaoyan, who has been chased for the past has been so quiet is because it’s not that she doesn’t want to scream—but that she can’t.

Mo Yi's eyes fell on the corpse again.

Blood flowed out from the big hole in the corpse's chest, gathering with the blood between her throat, forming a pool of blood.

——It happens to be exactly the same size as the big hole in the chest of the new man who died before.

A chuckle seemed to sound in the air.

Mo Yi was shocked and listened again intently - but he could no longer hear the laughter dissipated in the air, as if it was just his illusion.

Just then, new footsteps rang out in the quiet hall.

Steady, slow and slow steps, stepping in the pool of blood, splashing a slight sound of water, and hitting the smooth ground again, making a "click" sound, as if stepping on a person's heart, every stroke is stepping on the rhythm of the heartbeat.

Mo Yi subconsciously breathed lightly and looked at the hall through the gap.

A man's back appeared in his field of vision, blocking the bodies of Mo Yi and Sun Xiaoyan.

The clothes on his body were messy and wrinkled, stained with dried and semi-dried blood. A new layer of blood was added to it, and it was almost impossible to recognize its original appearance.

Mo Yi was stunned--the color and texture of the clothes looked familiar.

The man looked down at Sun Xiaoyan with his head and looked up at him for a while, then bent down, reached out and pulled her arms, and pulled her into the direction of the corridor.

Just as he turned sideways, Mo Yi saw his face clearly.

This person is the newcomer who was once angry and angry at him, but at this moment, there was no expression or even emotional fluctuation on his face, only his face was pale and indifferent.

On one side of his cheek, there were deep blood marks, which seemed to be scratched by his nails. Half of his face was scratched without a piece of intact skin, covering most of his face with blood, looking shocking.

Mo Yi suffocated his breath.

The man dragged Sun Xiaoyan's body away from Mo Yi's sight.

The heavy footsteps were getting farther and farther away, and then slowly disappeared into the depths of the corridor.

Wang Zezhi let out a long breath and fell to the ground. He stretched out his legs that were stiff and numb because he curled for too long. Only then did he realize that in just over ten minutes, his body had been completely soaked in sweat.

He turned his head to look at Mo Yi, just about to say something, but was stunned by his sudden movements.

I saw Mo Yi staying there for a moment, then suddenly reached out and pulled his backpack, unzipped the zipper and searched for something-

After a moment of silence, Mo Yi took out a piece of rolled paper from his bag, then shook it off, revealing a group photo in front of the orphanage.

Mo Yi's eyes focused on the man on the side of everyone.

He held his breath, stretched out his fingers again, and stroked the "blood stain" on his cheek in the photo: it was flat and smooth, without any bulge or unevenness, nor the irregular shape of the blood sputtered.

This is not a dry blood, but a birthmark of a man that exists in the photo.

Its location happened to be where the newcomer was scratching this morning.

Wang Zezhi came over, looked at the photo in Mo Yi's hand in a daze, and asked hesitantly: "What's wrong?"

His voice suddenly woke Mo Yi up from his thoughts.

Mo Yi rolled up the photo in his hand, stuffed it back into his backpack, then turned his head and looked at Wang Zezhi with a serious face.

His face was pale and his eyes became darker. At this moment, he stared at someone wrongly, which always made people feel like they were facing the blade. Mo Yi pursed his almost colorless lips and said:

"This orphanage is actually a den for reselling orphans. It was caught in the wartime population displaced and made a fortune. So the real director of the orphanage pushed a fake director out to take the blame, which made her sentenced to hang and die. The real director took the opportunity to deal with the evidence in the orphanage - silence all orphans in the basement."

Mo Yi's sudden commentary made Wang Zezhi stunned. The next second he understood and suddenly became serious - this was helping him with a spending mission.

Sure enough, as soon as Mo Yi finished speaking, he heard the familiar female voice ringing:

"Dangdang Dangdang, congratulations to player No. 05 Wang Zezhi, 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!"

Wang Zezhi's expression relaxed, and he raised his eyes and looked at Mo Yi with gratitude, but was surprised to find that his expression was not as relaxed as he did, but became more solemn.

After Mo Yi and the female voice completely disappeared, he raised his dark eyes and looked at Wang Zezhi, took a deep breath, and continued:

"I suspect that after the side mission is started, the timeline of the entire orphanage is gradually overlapping with the past, and when the hall is completely new, it means that the two timelines are completely overlapping, that is to say—"

"The massacre is repeated?" Wang Zezhi shuddered.

Although he did not see what happened just now, the blood on the ground and the traces of struggle almost told him everything.

"...I'm afraid it's." Mo Yi was silent for a moment and replied, "And that new man should be the executioner."

Suspicion gathered in my heart, and many doubts have not been resolved at all.

Before Wang Zezhi could ask, he saw Mo Yi standing up from the ground. He turned his head and looked at the black corridor and said in a deep voice: "I have an idea, I have to confirm it."

He murmured to himself thoughtfully: "Before he comes to find us, there should be some time..."

While thinking about something in a daze, Mo Yi turned around and walked out of the side hall - his steps stopped and his eyes fell in the center of the pool of blood.

There was a snow-white note where Sun Xiaoyan's body was lying just now.

The blood slowly spread out on the paper, dyeing it into a few big blood-red characters:

“findme”

Mo Yi suddenly raised his head.
Chapter completed!