Mo Yi sat in the bumpy car and closed his eyes and rested.

The closed carriage was filled with a faint smell of leather, which was between pungent and comfortable, and it was not bad. You could only hear the sound of howling wind hitting the windows and the low and dumb roar of the engine that was driving smoothly.

As early as after the first copy ended, he had roughly sorted out the police and media remarks of the case, and he also dug out all the slanderous news and some private internal information online without any loss.

Zhao Qiulan's life trajectory also showed a clear trajectory.

Whether it was her mother who killed her father under jealousy and madness, then tried to enter the school to murder Zhao Qiulan and then committed suicide, or her repeated bullying in the later stage, and her sudden disappearance and the construction of the school.

All of them are astonishingly overlapping with the first dungeon he experienced.

It is impossible not to connect the two.

According to the information he found, after Zhao Qiulan's death, some "accidental" accidents often occurred in the old teaching building, and there were also legends of hauntedness. They were never valued. Until someone broke his neck and caused a life, the building was completely abandoned and used as a warehouse.

As for the culprit who killed Zhao Qiulan, he was always at large and quickly left City A. Twelve years after Zhao Qiulan died, he died in a car accident.

The reason why Zhao Qiulan's body was discovered was because the school decided to renovate it, so it pushed down the abandoned building. The construction team found a corpse in the foundation of the building. After DNA testing, the identity of the corpse was determined.

——It is Zhao Qiulan, who has been missing for twenty-two years.

The car body suddenly bumped for a while, and then slowly stopped. Mo Yi's body leaned forward with inertia.

The driver in front of him immediately rang out in a respectful tone: "Mr. Zhao, the school has arrived."

Mo Yi sighed slightly and opened his eyes.

He reached out and held the frameless glasses pressed against the bridge of his nose, showing a gentle and impeccable smile: "Thank you."

After saying that, Mo Yi put on the tie around his neck, opened the car door and walked down.

The school's data system and the police's database are full of loopholes. For him, it is easy to find all the information about this case by following the clues inside, just like snatching candy from a child.

And those clichéd "insider's secrets" are just meaningless repetitions to him.

——What he needs, something more practical.

Unfortunately, perhaps because this case is related to the previous school leaders and is also involved in the senior management of City A, this incident has basically become an "unspeakable" case.

And the relics in the once teaching building were also deeply locked up.

Mo Yi lowered his eyes, and a faint and arrogant smile streaked across the corner of his lips.

So, as early as the end of the last dungeon, Mo Yi discovered the connection between the game and reality, and began to prepare for today's meeting with a calm expression, including creating a fake identity for himself and spreading some "rumor".

Seeing the car door open, several people came up instantly. The bald middle-aged man in charge hurriedly stepped forward a few steps and stretched out his hand:

"Hello, Mr. Zhao, welcome. What's the price for you to come here?"

He had heard about Mr. Zhao's name before. He was in the limelight in City A recently, and he has done a lot of charity and donated a lot of finance to many schools. He is a rare financial supporter.

Thinking of this, the smile on the principal's face couldn't help but become brighter again.

Mo Yi pushed the glasses on his nose, put on a formulaic smile on his face, and reached out to hold his hand gently with him:

"To be honest, Zhao Qiulan, who was found here some time ago, is considered my cousin of the same clan. I came here this time to express my condolences."

The smile on the principal's face froze.

Digging out corpses from campus is a huge loss of reputation for every school, and even rumor is too strong to suppress.

And Zhao Qiulan is the same sect of this financial owner... that would be even worse.

Although the cause of death has not been announced yet, there are many true or false rumors circulating in the city. Moreover, no matter which statement is, it has an indescribable harm to the school's reputation.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at the principal's reaction through the glasses placed on his nose. His dark eyes were calm. He paused meaningfully and continued:

"Of course, the case itself will be handled by the police. As a relative, I was very relieved to see Chen Wenxue. This time I came here mainly to restrain her relics to comfort the elders in the family. Of course, I also talked to the school to discuss cooperation and contribute to the next generation of education."

The principal's expression that had just collapsed became excited in an instant, but collapsed again the next second.

Mo Yi looked at his unpredictable facial expressions interestingly, and suddenly felt that his fingers seemed to be hooked softly.

His eyebrows and eyes were closed, and his facial expression faded instantly, and his eyes drooped without a trace.

Shift your sight downward.

The properly tailored high-end suit cuffs reveal the slender wrist bones, hanging quietly beside the body, and the five fingers are statically closed naturally, looking no different.

The next second, Mo Yi felt his palm scratching slightly.

Mo Yi's heart burst, pursed his lips, and closed his five fingers quietly.

He probably thought of who was going to do something at this time.

At this moment, the principal's voice sounded again. He looked a little embarrassed and hesitated: "That... I'm very sorry, nothing left behind in Zhao Qiulan's relics."

The next second, as if he was afraid that Mo Yi would turn around and walk, his speech speed increased a few points:

"But we still keep the relics of the building before. That, why don't you...?"

The principal's words were slightly relieved due to uncertainty, and in the end they were even a little guilty.

Mo Yi smiled slightly in his heart.

If he directly asked to see the relics of the teaching building, the principal would definitely think that he had other intentions and would think more about it. When he thought that the idea was proposed by himself, he would become so unprepared.

Mo Yi hesitated for a few seconds, and finally agreed reluctantly, and then he was happily welcomed into the campus by the principal with joy.

After the principal turned his back, he let out a long breath and carefully wiped away the sweat from his forehead.

It was obvious that the other party was still a young man, but for some reason, under the gaze of those dark eyes, he always felt like he was invisible.

It was class time, and everyone was walking through the empty corridor. The sound of lectures came from the classroom beside the corridor, and the pace knocked on the floor and echoed.

Looking at this familiar and unfamiliar corridor, Mo Yi couldn't help but sway, and instantly developed a strange illusion that intertwined magic and reality.

Through the clear window, you can see a construction open space not far from the campus. The semi-excavated foundation is exposed, and the construction has obviously been suspended.

This is why the school is so short of money recently that it is so urgent to seize the olive branch he extended so urgently.

Mo Yi withdrew his gaze, followed the person in front of him, walked through two connected corridors, and finally arrived in a locked warehouse behind the teaching building.

The principal took out the key, and the sound of the cold iron key colliding with the lock sounded quite empty. With a harsh "clang" sound, the iron door opened in black.

Mo Yi nodded politely to the principal and said, "If you cooperate, you can talk to my assistant first. I want to go in and see it alone and remember the old friends."

The principal expressed understanding.

Mo Yi finally smiled at him, turned around and stepped into the warehouse.

The huge warehouse was cold and wet, filled with the rich smell of dust, and it was strangely drilled into the human nose, causing Mo Yi to choke and cough a few times.

With the not-bright lights and the little sunshine coming out from the gray windows at the top, Mo Yi stopped in the center of the warehouse and looked around the entire warehouse.

The ceiling of this warehouse is very high, and the space inside is extremely wide, and it is filled with dusty tables, chairs and debris.

The chair with broken legs fell to the ground in despair, and piled up into a pile of hills with the others. There were many yellowed books buried in the dust underground, and the handwriting on it was blurred.

The entire warehouse was quiet, and only a few cicadas in early summer were heard outside the open door of the warehouse.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and walked around the warehouse.

At this moment, he felt the corner of his clothes sink slightly.

Maybe it was caught by something.

Mo Yi ignored it, but bent down and brushed away the dust on a table, squinted his eyes and observed carefully.

The next second, the corner of his clothes was pulled again.

Mo Yi was stunned, looked alongside him and caught a glimpse of a thin smoke that had not yet dissipated at the corner of his clothes.

Mo Yi took out his cell phone, opened the screen and placed it on the desktop, and asked in a low voice:

"Is there anything wrong?"

I saw that the keyboard on the phone screen began to automatically enter characters: "Follow me."

Immediately afterwards, a small and gentle force wrapped Mo Yi's little finger and led him to walk in a certain direction.

Mo Yi's eyebrows and eyes became serious, and he reached out to pick up the cell phone placed on the table beside him, and followed the force that was pulling himself into the depths of the warehouse.

After passing through several broken blackboards and a large pile of worn and discarded tables and chairs, the force that had been tangling around his fingers disappeared.

A new character appears on the phone screen: "Below."

Mo Yi patted the dust stained on his clothes, followed the guidance and looked at the bottom of the half-wood chair in front of him - his eyes were slightly stunned.

A charred and twisted photo frame lay in the dust, as if it had been burned by fire, and only a few corners could still see the original silver-white traces.

It lacks a corner.
Chapter completed!