Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Mo Yi stood up, and walked quickly to the overturned crib with some stumbles.

This time, instead of rummaging among the four bedposts of the bed, which was turned upside down, he pushed it hard to lie on its side, and groped among the bedposts above its front.

Sure enough, he quickly found a dusty paper ball.

Mo Yi shook the dust on it lightly, and then carefully unfolded the paper ball.

The tan, yellowish paper was crumpled and looked old and dirty.

On the note, a hanging figure was drawn with immature crayons.

Below the villain are a few scattered English letters.

Mo Yi's expression was faint.

Sure enough, he guessed right.

Both underneath and under are relative positions, and the bed is upside down, so of course the clues should be searched upside down.

Without much hesitation, he overlapped the two pieces of paper, then turned on the flashlight, and illuminated it from bottom to top.

The pale lamppost pierced through the dark yellow old paper, and the light seemed to be stained with a dusty dimness.

With the slight movement of Mo Yi's fingers, the gallows and the villain slowly overlapped together, and the writing on the paper was also pieced together:

"Thanatos"

Thanatos?

Mo Yi frowned, and a puzzled look flashed in his eyes.

In Greek mythology, Thanatos is the name of the god of death, who is in charge of death and destruction.

Although Mo Yi is not very familiar with Greek mythology, he still has a little understanding of Thanatos.

However, he couldn't figure out, what does it mean that this "Thanatos" appears here?

Mo Yi subconsciously stroked the uneven edges of the paper, while staring at the two pieces of paper, while lowering his head in thought.

At this moment, he seemed to think of something, suddenly raised his head, and looked at the dean's room across the room.

Song Qi was standing inside the door, flipping through the files on the floor, with his head lowered, the expression on his face could hardly be seen through the dim light of most of the room.

Mo Yi's eyes lit up, he raised his voice and said to Song Qi:

"Can you see the files of these orphans there?"

Song Qi raised his head slightly, paused, and replied: "Yes."

Mo Yi's face looked a little pale under the light, but his eyes were astonishingly bright, like flames burning in the abyss. He took a deep breath, and then said:

"Look around, is there any orphan from a down-and-out noble family, or at least a well-established middle-class family?"

If his previous guess about the teddy bear was correct...then every appearance of it is actually bringing him closer to the truth step by step.

Whether it's a teddy bear or the handwriting on a note, they are all very childlike.However, every reminder on the note is extremely unusual-whether it is the Divine Comedy or Thanatos, it is beyond the chain of knowledge of an ordinary child, not to mention, in this era of orphanages, illiteracy still dominates. mostly.

Then, there is a great possibility that this child who left him clues everywhere came from a family with excellent tutoring, which is why he was exposed to high-quality aristocratic education at such a young age.

There was a light rubbing sound of flipping papers in the dean's room, and after a while, Song Qi's voice came:

"found it."

However, before Mo Yi could heave a sigh of relief, Song Qi continued to add: "And not a lot."

Mo Yi's brows were tightly wrinkled, and a deep imprint was carved on the center of his brows.

That means more clues are needed to narrow it down.

He subconsciously tightened his fingers, and the old paper in his hand made a fragile rubbing sound.

Mo Yi was taken aback, and subconsciously looked at the note in his hand.

... Thanatos.

He was a little dazed, and suddenly raised his voice and said, "Then, among these people, is there a pair of brothers?"

Song Qi answered quickly this time: "Yes."

Mo Yi's heart was finally relieved when he mentioned his throat.

Thanatos, the god of death, never appears alone in Greek mythology. He has a younger brother, Hypnos, the god of sleep. Both are the sons of the goddess of the night, and they always appear in pairs, carrying the dead together in the night. body.

Plus, whether it's hide-and-seek or hangman, both games require more than one person to play.

That's why Mo Yi guessed that they were brothers.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and stood up with his palms supporting his body. Due to squatting for too long, his legs and feet were a little numb, and Mo Yi staggered a few steps and almost fell down.

But Mo Yi couldn't care about the numbness below his knees that hadn't disappeared, so he quickened his pace, bypassed the many small beds in the room, and walked straight to the dean's room.

Song Qi happened to come out from inside, and the two met face to face.

Mo Yi suddenly noticed that Song Qi's complexion seemed to be getting worse.

He asked with some concern, "Are you okay?"

Hearing this, Song Qi looked at him deeply, his pair of light gray pupils seemed to be lighter in color, glowing like an inorganic substance under the light, he stared at Mo Yi for a few seconds, and suddenly smiled with his lips curled up: "It's okay."

Now that he has said so, Mo Yi can't continue to ask, so he has no choice but to exhort:

"Don't be aggressive if you're uncomfortable."

Song Qi nodded, and handed the document to Mo Yi.

Mo Yi pursed his lips, reached out to take the document, and lowered his head to read it carefully.

This is a pair of brothers. The older brother is called Albert, and the younger is called Aaron. These two are very typical Hebrew names, which obviously have a lot to do with the family's religious beliefs.

Besides, what attracted Mo Yi's attention even more was their surname "Howard".

Although Mo Yi doesn't know much about British surnames, he also knows that the Howard family is a prestigious nobleman in England, so does this mean...these two children are related to this family?

But if that was the case, how could they end up in this orphanage?

Mo Yi continued to read with doubts in his heart.

Perhaps because of the illegal activities in this orphanage, many records are extremely brief, and some of them are mixed with the slang words of the lower class of that era, which seems to be confusing.

Mo Yi frowned, pondering the meaning behind the words, and slowly turned the second page.

There were two newspaper clippings the size of tofu cubes sandwiched there. The pages were yellowed, but the writing was still quite clear.

Both are obituaries.

The first is a man who unfortunately died on the battlefield, and the second is that a down-and-out aristocratic family was caught in a fire, and the hostess who was suspected of being insane set fire to suicide.

The general outline of a tragedy was slowly outlined.

The husband who unfortunately died on the battlefield of World War I, and the wife who set herself on fire because she couldn't bear the grief and became mentally disturbed, and a pair of brothers who lost their parents when they were young and lived in a public orphanage several times.

Mo Yi carefully looked at the date, because it was the time of World War I, the number of orphans increased sharply, and the government's main energy was also placed on foreign battlefields, which led to the breeding of darkness, and no one stopped such illegal activities.

A steady stream of orphans were sent here through various channels, both open and in the dark, and then they would be resold soon, staying for no more than half a month at most.

——The record of the brothers lasted for a full year and a half.

Looking at the last recorded date on that page of paper, Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment, and a vague thought flashed through his mind.

He rummaged through his backpack and took out the book he had found in the library.

Mo Yi turned the pages of the book, and there was another newspaper clipping among the dusty yellow paper.

On the damp and illegible newspaper clippings, the tall woman stood in front of the camera, with pale and blurred features staring straight at the camera, looking dull and stiff.

However, what Mo Yi paid attention to was not the photos, but the dates marked on the newspaper clippings:

1919 3 Month 17 Day.

Mo Yi turned his head to look at the record of the orphan again. The last date marked on it was:

1919 3 Month 10 Day.

The brothers stayed at the orphanage until a week before their execution by hanging.

Why did they stay here for so long?

Is it because of their aristocratic status that the dean dare not sell them easily?

Mo Yi frowned, and there was always a vague sense of ominous lingering in his heart, which made him inexplicably irritable.

He put the newspaper clipping back into the book, stretched out his hand to support the bedpost beside him, and stood up.

When he looked up, Mo Yi's gaze suddenly met the portrait hanging on the wall.

The pale light in the dean's room illuminated the narrow room and hit it from the overhead, making it look cold and gloomy

The rigid and serious face of the tall woman was framed in the broken and incomplete photo frame. In the yellowed and curly photo, the woman stared straight ahead with a pair of empty eyes, and stood with her hands behind her back. She was dressed in solemn black and looked particularly ominous.

Her pose and clothes are exactly the same as in the clipping.

Mo Yi's heart tightened, his body tensed up like an electric shock, and his back felt chills.

——He knew where his disobedience came from.

To sentence a person to the gallows in the UK, the judicial process is extremely long, and sometimes it takes several months.Since the dean was executed in March, it means that she had been arrested and imprisoned at least in February.

Well, after the director was arrested and the orphanage was closed down.

Who made these records?