Fifteen minutes later, the fire was brought under control.

After half an hour, the fire gradually extinguished.

The night sky was no longer as bright as before, and the black smoke was getting thicker and thicker under the cold moonlight, which actually meant to obscure the stars and the moon.

Zhang Xiaojian had to suspend his plan to smash the wall, firstly, because his body really couldn't bear it, and secondly, he smashed enough walls.

When he lay beside Zheng Jiaxuan like a dead dog, many people behind the cordon recognized him, and they cheered and applauded Zhang Xiaojian from the bottom of their hearts.

It's just that Zhang Xiaojian, whose consciousness was a little confused, did not turn his head and wave his hand, but kept panting heavily, like a blower.

Hong Xinshu's lips were still trembling.

I don't know if it's because I'm afraid, or because I saw Zhang Xiaojian's indomitable picture of smashing the wall.

Zheng Jiaxuan sat down and asked, "Are you tired?"

Zhang Xiaojian was so tired that he almost stuck out his tongue and gasped, but of course he didn't reply.

It took a long time for him to ask, "How's it going?"

Zheng Jiaxuan understood that this sentence was not asking him how he was, so he replied: "It's under control, it should be extinguished soon, but it seems that there are still people..."

The fire came so quickly and violently that the dead seemed to be a matter of course.

It's just that after hearing the news, Zhang Xiaojian's emotions still inevitably fell to the bottom.

As soon as Zheng Jiaxuan's words fell, he saw a group of people walking out of the broken door of the bar, which was originally resplendent and was now blackened.

They worked in pairs and twos, carrying a single shelf, on which was a white cloth, and the pitch black could be faintly seen under the white cloth, which was burnt skin.

One, two, three ....

Zhang Xiaojian sat down with his hands on the ground, there were no tears in his eyes, but he was sluggish again.

Human life is so fragile.

Under natural and man-made disasters, the fragile is like an ant that you inadvertently step on on the road at will.

Zhang Xiaojian couldn't imagine how the families of the people lying on the single frame would react when they learned the news, let alone who needed to bear the follow-up responsibility for this incident, and even he didn't even know why the fire happened now.

He just felt stuffy, his chest felt like a big rock was crushed, and his breathing began to become difficult.

Zheng Jiaxuan saw Zhang Xiaojian's expression, and she said exceptionally calmly: "Do you know what I do?"

Zhang Xiaojian shook his head, not understanding what the meaning of Zheng Jiaxuan's words at this time was.

Zheng Jiaxuan said: "I am a forensic doctor in the criminal investigation team, as long as I work, I have to face cold corpses, after a long time, I began to feel a little numb, and now it is difficult for me to even imagine that the corpses I see have fresh life before." ”

Zhang Xiaojian looked at her and seemed to understand why she liked to play at night.

Because the night scene is lively enough, there are enough fireworks, and enough to make people feel the freshness of life.

Zheng Jiaxuan pressed Zhang Xiaojian's shoulder with his elbow and said: "So when a person dies, he is dead, don't think too much, just remember to cherish every day of life in the future." ”

Zhang Xiaojian can understand the perception and understanding that Zheng Jiaxuan has gained through his work.

It's just that I understand it, looking at the corpses on the single shelf, I still feel depressed.

So he coughed again, only this time with blood.

The blood stains were particularly conspicuous on the ground.

Zhang Xiaojian's body was like a shrimp and continued to cough.

Coughing a little confused, he only felt someone patting him on the back behind him, and the anxious words in his ears were a little inaudible, and then he fell, and then fainted.

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There was the sound of a fire burning in my ears, and a fiery red in front of me.

The scorching sensation made the whole body feel as if he was being pricked by needles, and Zhang Xiaojian woke up from pain.

With the white sheets, the strong smell of disinfectant water, and the curtains blown by the wind, he found himself lying on a hospital bed, which was supposed to be a hospital.

Glancing out the window, I found that the sun was rising in the east, and the dawn of the morning was a little red, and even the whole sky seemed to be burning.

Zhang Xiaojian hated this color now, he sat up straight, and found that Hong Xinshu was sleeping on his left hand side, saliva wetting the sheets.

Feeling as if there were small worms scratching his lungs, Zhang Xiaojian couldn't help but cough out, first saw the hospital gown he was wearing, and then saw the mobile phone key and other items placed on the bedside.

Picking up his mobile phone and confirming that it was the morning of the second day after the fire, Zhang Xiaojian did not disturb Hong Xinshu, carefully put on a pair of slippers, and then walked out of the ward.

When he came to the ward and closed the door, Zhang Xiaojian coughed twice, feeling extremely comfortable, and felt a little pain in his lungs.

The voice sounded on the left hand side, and Zheng Jiaxuan, who was sitting on the bench outside the ward, raised his head and said, "If you can bear it, you have to endure more, you can't smoke from today on." ”

Zhang Xiaojian turned around and saw Zheng Jiaxuan, who had changed into civilian clothes and placed a cane next to the chair, and said, "Did I faint yesterday?"

Zheng Jiaxuan nodded and said: "The physical strength is overdrawn, and when you exert yourself, you hold your breath until you hurt your lungs, you are afraid that there is no one before you, and there is no one to come, there is nothing serious, you just need to recuperate." ”

Zhang Xiaojian said: "That's good, I'll go buy breakfast." ”

"I said I was going to recuperate. “

"I want to go home and recuperate. ”

"No, at least for two days. ”

"I can't skip dinner in the morning. Saying that, Zhang Xiaojian's stomach began to scream, and he glanced at Zheng Jiaxuan's tight ankles wrapped in gauze and said, "I can't count on you lame." ”

Zheng Jiaxuan seemed to prove that he was not a cripple, stood up on one leg, held on his crutches and said, "Then let's go together." ”

Zhang Xiaojian: "...... I felt that if I walked to the breakfast shop, I would starve to death. ”

"You can't go too fast, you have to pay attention to your breathing, in fact you are the real lame. With that, she took a step forward with her crutches in support of her body.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and after rubbing his sleepy eyes, Hong Xinshu, who was still a little dazed, walked out.

Looking at Zhang Xiaojian, he said, "What are you going to do here?"

Zheng Jiaxuan saw that Hong Xinshu woke up, so he sat down again and said, "Go buy some breakfast." ”

Zhang Xiaojian also sat down, and then coughed twice in a low voice.

Hong Xinshu heard Zheng Jiaxuan's words 'oh', then went into the ward and took out his mobile phone and wallet, came to the elevator and pressed the button, but soon his head was not too clear, and he suddenly thought of something.

So when the elevator door opened, he didn't walk in, but returned to the bench in front of the ward, looked at Zhang Xiaojian and said seriously: "Brother, do you need to buy you a bag, 100,000 up?"

Zheng Jiaxuan didn't understand, what bag, what 100,000 up? What does this mean?

Zhang Xiaojian could understand, he couldn't hold back his laughter, he couldn't help coughing when he laughed, so he finally coughed with a smile and didn't say a word for a long time.

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