Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Mo Yi's breathing was slightly suffocated.

His gaze was fixed on the note, and the dim light from the crack of the door printed a clear trace of light on the note, illuminating the writing on it.

From "FINDME" to "FINDUS"...?

Mo Yi's heart was a little confused, too many thoughts were tangled together like a mess, and he couldn't figure it out.

There was an indistinct creaking sound from outside the door, which was very clear in the dead and closed space.

It should be the other party opening the door.

The voice instantly brought back Mo Yi's sanity, his heart jumped violently, and he subconsciously relaxed his breath.

Judging from the details observed in the infirmary just now, this doctor is probably a clean freak and obsessive-compulsive disorder.

That's why Mo Yi was so careful in the infirmary just now, trying not to touch or damage the original layout inside.

But...he came back too suddenly.

However, under such a hurried and tense situation, Mo Yi didn't know if he made a mistake.

It was very quiet outside the door.

Next to my ear is the sound of my own rapid heartbeat, which is contracting violently and beating violently. The surging blood is hitting the wall of the blood vessel with the rhythm of the beating heart, which is especially loud in the dead environment.

A light "snap" broke the silence, and the light through the crack of the door became brighter.

—He turned on the lights in the infirmary.

Mo Yi held his breath.

Through the door, a cold and viscous voice sounded, hissing like a poisonous snake in the darkness:

"Someone has been here."

【Someone has been here】

His heart seemed to be squeezed severely by someone, and the alarm bells in his brain were loudly——

The blood all over his body was instantly cold.

Oops.

If this continues, he will definitely be caught in the urn——!

Mo Yi's mind was like lightning, and he quickly scanned the entire dark room, his eyes fixed on a chair at the door, and he had an idea in an instant.

A series of inferences are formed in the mind in an instant, with a difference of milliseconds at most.

Under the excessive pressure, Mo Yi became unusually calm. He lowered his voice and quickly uttered a word in the ear of Wang Zezhi who was squatting aside:

"run."

After finishing speaking, he stood up abruptly, grabbed the chair and ran out!

When he arrived at the door, Mo Yi caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, the man with a hideous face, half of his face was bloody and bloody, was standing in the middle of the infirmary.

The man obviously didn't expect them to rush out so blatantly from the next room, and a moment of stupefaction flashed in his silent and dull eyes.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mo Yi strode forward, yanked the door of the infirmary, and closed the door with a "snap".

Then he snapped the back of the chair in his hand onto the doorknob.

There was an afterthought "click" sound from inside the door.

Wang Zezhi, who was following behind Mo Yi, was dumbfounded: "..." Is there such an operation? ? ?

A loud bang exploded in the hallway—a gunshot.

With the sound of gunfire and the splashing of sawdust, half of the big hole in the door was instantly exposed.

There was the sound of metal clashing as the bullets were reloaded.

Mo Yi's voice was like a wake-up call, pulling Wang Zezhi back from his stupefaction: "What are you doing in a daze, run!"

Wang Zezhi came back to his senses, turned his head to follow Mo Yi's back, and the two ran to the door as fast as they could.

The densely packed small beds almost became an obstacle for them, standing in front of them airtightly.

The two stumbled across the bed-filled room with barely any gaps, and even the iron corners of the bed hitting their knees couldn't slow them down.

There was another loud gunshot behind him, and the sound of the door shattering.

Mo Yi's heart tightened, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

The sound of rapid and heavy footsteps followed closely behind!

The two had passed through the end room at this moment, and were about to pass through the wooden door that separated the two rooms.

Mo Yi tilted his head slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the figure appearing behind him suddenly stopped—his heart trembled suddenly, he quickly turned around and pulled Wang Zezhi in, and the other hand slammed the door shut up.

Almost at the same moment, gunshots rang out.

The bullets from the shotgun hit the unreliable wooden door, and the sawdust exploded, and some of them pierced into Mo Yi's arm fiercely with momentum.

Mo Yi clenched his teeth, his injured palm was shaking almost unsteadily at this moment, the severe pain made him stop breathing for a moment.

Fortunately, the distance was not as close as before, otherwise the wooden door would have been blasted open.

Mo Yi made a decisive decision and stretched out his hand to grab the small bed beside him. The iron feet of the bed scratched harshly on the ground.

Wang Zezhi saw the wound on his hand with a clear eye, and hurried to do it, the two of them worked together to block the wooden door with the bed, and then ran to the stairs together.

There was another gunshot behind them, and Mo Yi and Wang Zezhi couldn't care less, they desperately climbed up the stairs.

With a soft "squeak", the iron door above his head was forced open, and the dim light in the corridor came in.

This light was injected into the hearts of the two of them instantly like a dose of tonic.

Behind him came the sound of the door being knocked open again and the "squeak" sound of the iron bed being pushed—heavy footsteps came chasing again.

Mo Yi and Wang Ze got angry and climbed up.

The iron door fell with a "bang", which aroused the echo of metal, and shut down the sound of chasing underground.

There was a fierce knocking sound from the iron gate, and it was knocked loudly. The iron gate trembled with the knocking sound, stirring up layers of dust accumulation.

The two pressed down on the iron door that was still shaking, and put their entire body weight on it.

Two minutes later, it seemed that the people below also realized that they were doing futile work, and stopped shaking and attacking the iron gate.

Mo Yi let out a long breath, and sat down on the iron door with his own strength. The feeling of soreness and pain spread up instantly, engulfing his senses like a flood, almost making him tremble uncontrollably.

"It was just below, thank you."

Wang Zezhi looked at him half gratefully and half worriedly, and asked with some guilt: "How is your injury?"

Mo Yi shook his head with some difficulty, took a few deep breaths, and tried to calm himself down.

Wang Zezhi looked at the place where he was injured: the sleeves under Mo Yi's arms were almost stained red with blood.

He couldn't help but feel his heart tense, and an unconcealable guilt surged up.

Wang Zezhi rummaged through his backpack, found a bottle of painkillers, poured two in his palm, and handed them to Mo Yi: "Take it and you'll feel better."

Mo Yi swallowed the pill, and although his complexion was still pale, he seemed to have calmed down a bit.

Wang Zezhi held up his injured arm, took out his portable knife, and cut open his sleeve, revealing the scarred, bloody skin. He frowned, and said:

"I'll help you remove the sawdust and treat the wound, otherwise it will be inconvenient to move later... However, the effect of ordinary painkillers is not strong enough to make people's nerves ignore this type of pain, you can only endure it. "

With a pale face, Mo Yi nodded.

Ten minutes later, Wang Zezhi wrapped the remaining bandages on his arm, ending the painful treatment.

Mo Yi was panting heavily, the unlined clothes on his body were already drenched with sweat, his face was pale, his black eyes became darker and darker, as calm and clear as ever.

Fortunately, his tolerance for pain is not low. If he put it on an ordinary person, he might faint from the pain.

Mo Yi tried to move his arms, turned his head and said to Wang Zezhi, "I'm worried that he's coming out, so help drag some heavy objects to hold down the iron gate. I'll sit here and press down first."

Wang Zezhi nodded, and said with some concern: "Shout loudly if something goes wrong."

Mo Yi smiled and nodded.

Wang Zezhi's figure was gradually swallowed up by the dim light in the corridor, Mo Yi moved his shoulders, his sweaty clothes due to pain seemed chilly in the cold corridor at this moment, which made him flinch involuntarily.

At this moment, the iron gate under him shook again!

Mo Yi hurriedly stabilized his figure, supported his body with his hands, and pressed down on the shaking iron gate under him with gravity.

However, due to his lack of weight, Mo Yi felt that under his own struggle, he was being slowly lifted up...lifted up...

lift it up……

Mo Yi let go of his voice in embarrassment and shouted: "Wang Zezhi! Help!"

——He will not only go back to the gym this time, but also gain weight!

Wang Zezhi ran out, helped him hold down the iron door, and then raised the object in his hand and shook it at him: a big lock, it was the iron door that should have been locked before the timeline returned to the past. There are locks.

With quick eyesight and quick hands, he pressed down on the trembling iron door, then fastened the lock, and turned the key to lock the iron door.

The metal lock fell heavily on the iron door, making a loud sound.

The two let go of their hands, took a few steps back, watched the iron door return to calm, and then let out a long breath.

Mo Yi took a step back, feeling that something was wrong with the touch of his feet, he looked down and saw a piece of paper was stepping on his feet.

He bent down, picked up the note, and saw that it was still written: "FINDUS"

Mo Yi flipped the note over, and he couldn't help being shocked. There was also a word on the back of the note, which read:

"HELPUS"

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Mo Yi's brain—just now, in the hall!The chuckle in the air when Sun Xiaoyan was tortured and killed jumped into his mind again.

Mo Yi raised his head abruptly, and said very fast: "The mastermind behind the scenes decided to kill the child in order to cover up the evidence, right?"

Wang Zezhi was a little confused by his sudden question, thought about it, and nodded.

Mo Yi continued: "If this is the case, wouldn't simple execution be more convenient and quicker? Why bring the orphans to a room in the basement and torture them to death?"

Wang Ze was taken aback, and a pensive look flashed in his eyes.

Yes...he didn't think of this question before.

"Do you still remember the document that was just signed today?" Mo Yi pursed his lips, his eyes flickered in the dim light, and continued:

"Maybe, the real dean wants to break up the group, maybe to make a last fortune, maybe to please some people who gave him blessings——so he arranged for a rich man with this special habit show."

Carnage show.