It's my favorite time of day again.

In the dead of night, even the few young couples next door have already vented their excess youthful vitality and fallen asleep. I still can't sleep. Since I lost my job, I suddenly feel like I'm back to the way I was at home a few years ago, with nothing to do all day, as if I couldn't find anything else to do but surf the Internet.

The money in my pocket is spent quickly, and in such a provincial capital, even if I save again, the daily cost of living will be about 50 yuan, and 3,000 yuan will not last long.

But I don't want to look for a job. Every time I am looked down upon or reprimanded, I have the urge to slap those people's ugly faces, what's wrong with this society? As long as you don't have money, power, and don't look good, it seems that you waste food while you live. I don't want the money I earned by sacrificing my dignity.

I need to live, I want to live well.

After being away from home for many years, I thought that when I couldn't get along in H City, it would be time to go home. I don't know if after so many years, my only son has not been heard from, whether they are doing well, have they ever looked for me.

At half past four in the morning, the alarm clock woke me up, took a shower, changed clothes, shaved, and dried my hair, then put the hair dryer on the bed, opened the door, and quietly left while the others in the hotel were still sleeping.

The school was dead silent in the early morning, and it seemed that young people nowadays did not like to get up early, and even the businesses around here were accustomed to following the school's schedule.

I was very hungry and didn't have dinner last night, although a pack of instant noodles can be solved in one meal, and I can still eat enough to save money. But on the way out to buy instant noodles, I saw many teenagers and girls younger than me, walking in groups towards the restaurants next to the school, some of which were obviously very well decorated, and at first glance they knew that the prices were expensive, they sat inside, eating and drinking, and when they left, they were left with only a few chopsticks or a chicken that had eaten only one wing.

I could clearly hear myself swallowing, as if I hadn't eaten meat in over a month. Last time. Or the co-worker was happy with his grandson and bought a few meat dishes for everyone to eat. Not to mention the food on the construction site, I earn less, but I spend a lot of money. Plus the foreman's grandson never paid his salary on time.

I suddenly lost all interest. Sullen return to the small hotel. While others are enjoying material life. I had to live with all my might. Going round and round, I'm still who I am, nothing has changed.

Small hotel in a dark and damp room. The bedding was piled up in a mess, and it smelled musty. I collapsed limply on the bed, my mind confused. Across the wall, those students can sit in the brightly lit classrooms with peace of mind, using the most advanced Apple mobile phones, eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, wearing branded clothing, and making happy rice worms, as long as they eat, drink and have fun, everything has someone to provide them with everything.

It was probably at that time that I especially wanted to rush back to that poor clanging home, and ask the pair of unproductive parents, why did they give birth to me in this world to suffer, they didn't have the ability to give me a good life, why did they have children so irresponsibly?

I hate these parasites, I hate them to death.

Even the nearby breakfast stalls hadn't opened, so I had to wrap up my thin coat in the chilly wind of the early morning and walk farther away.

It wasn't until I walked out of Erlidi that there was a small breakfast stall supporting the shop, and only the owner was lighting a fire in it, and there were no diners.

At half past five in the morning, it was quite early, and I hoped he would have something to eat immediately, and I was so hungry that I was about to faint.

A bowl of thickly boiled millet porridge, four buns, and a plate of small pickles. I waited for half an hour for these foods, which were so simple that I was so hungry that I began to devour them as soon as the food came up.

The wind swept away, the food on the dinner table disappeared at a rapid pace, and when I finished my last mouthful of porridge, I finally heard the long-lost sound of a fire truck outside.

At 6:10 a.m., the fire brigade received an alarm call that a hotel next to the Vocational and Technical College of H City was on fire, and by the time the fire truck arrived, the fire was already raging.

The prime location next to the school, the golden rooster in the eyes of local residents, every household will rivet their only land to cover it, three or four floors are common.

The result of this cover is that the buildings in this area are seriously over-standard, most of the covered floors are all materials are flammable, only chasing the minimization of economic investment, a blank in the fire prevention facilities, the road on both sides is narrow, and there is almost no gap between the covered houses, not to mention the fire trucks are so big, even the slightly larger electric tricycles can't get in.

The fire started at a cozy hotel. At first, only the smoke wafted out, because it was early in the morning, and most people were still asleep, but the owner got up to make some simple breakfast and waited for the customers to come down and make reservations. Warm hotel is one of the few hotels in the neighborhood that integrates food and accommodation, the innermost room on the first floor is the kitchen, so there are some fireworks, the boss didn't take it to heart, and thought it was the kitchen floating out.

No one knew how the fire was burning, and when the fire began to burn, everyone woke up from their slumber, and they didn't even bother to put on their clothes, and huddled into a pot of porridge and poured out of the narrow stairs of the hotel, for fear that they would become a barbecue if they ran slowly.

Most of the people in the cozy inn ran out, but a few small hotels in the neighborhood were not so lucky.

There was a northeasterly wind of level 3 to 4 early this morning, and the fire quickly spread downwind by taking advantage of the wind, and none of the seven small hotels near the warm hotel ran away, and all of them were surrounded by fire within half an hour.

When the fire truck arrived at the scene, it had to be parked at the entrance of the street of the small hotel, and the firefighters picked up the water from nearby, picked up the fire hose and began to spray the fire.

The hose was not long enough, the water pressure was not high enough, and the fire on the third floor and above that had been privately built by the hotel was still raging everywhere. A large number of hotels were engulfed in flames, and all the firefighters could do was to hold a few intersections and spray water to prevent the fire from spreading further, but the damage to these hotels was determined anyway.

This is a contest between water and fire, this is a duel of patience and perseverance, and the firefighters are desperately defending one defense line after another, trying to minimize the losses.

Columns of water rushed into the fire, the fire parted on both sides, and did not fight the water head-on, but they still tirelessly surrounded the water column from all sides, the enemy advanced and retreated, the enemy came and I went, the enemy went and I returned, they insisted on not extinguishing, they did not let go of everything that could be burned, and constantly grew their ranks to compete with the natural enemy water.

On that day, smoke could be seen rising from the sky for ten miles around the school, and the students and nearby residents had a sense of apocalyptic immediacy, and the face of Jiang Zhou, the owner of the cozy inn where the fire started, was darker than the smoke coming out.

He knew that the little money he had earned over the years might not be enough to compensate, and he only hoped that when the fire was extinguished, he would not find out that there were dead people from inside.

He tried to remember if all the people who had just lived with him had escaped, but he couldn't think of anything, and his mind went blank. He couldn't erase the image of a few corpses from his hotel from his mind, how did he start a fire? How so?

The fire burned for 12 hours, and it was not until it was dark that the fire was suppressed with the efforts of the firefighters.

When the firefighters entered the scene to search and rescue, everyone was clear in their hearts, and the so-called search and rescue was just to find the remains of the victims.

The fire that affected seven hotels took five lives. Fortunately, it was early in the morning when the fire started, and people were gradually waking up, although the fire developed to be very fierce, but people ran relatively fast, seven hotels, five dead, less than expected.

However, the five lives are unique in the history of H City.

The Cozy Hotel, which caught fire in the first place, has collapsed into ruins, and this one alone has burned three people to death. After waiting for a day, Jiang Zhou finally waited for a disastrous result, and immediately collapsed to the ground.

Wen Mo has been at the scene for 10 hours, she is not wearing a police uniform, she is quietly in the corner to take pictures of the surrounding onlookers, based on the psychological characteristics of the arsonist, the possibility of the murderer staying at the scene to watch his masterpiece is very high.

After all, arson is different from other violent crimes, and even the murderer himself cannot predict what the destructive effect of the fire will be, and staying at the scene to watch it unfold is as indispensable for the murderer as the process of the painter completing his masterpiece. He was so immersed in it that he couldn't extricate himself, and he certainly couldn't resist the temptation of fire.

Until the fire was extinguished, Wen Mo took a total of more than 150 photos, 12 hours, even if the fire is a big thing, for people living normally, as long as the scope of the fire does not include their own home, or no relatives are trapped in the fire and can't get out, their lives will go on, they should eat and drink, the meaning of the fire for them is just a catastrophic event that is not usually common, they can watch the excitement, but it is impossible to have the energy to guard from beginning to end.

But the murderer is different, he will not be willing to miss even a little opportunity to appreciate. The person who was at the scene from beginning to end was likely to be the murderer.

The fire has been extinguished, the body bag on the ground has not been carried away, the crowd surrounded by the inner and outer three layers has not dispersed, Wen Mo's arm is no longer a little lifted, she quietly observed the people around her, and found no abnormality.

Luo Qin's phone suddenly called: "Wen Mo, there is a new video on the Internet, I'll send it to you!" ”

A large file of 300M took 20 minutes to be sent, and Wen Mo couldn't wait to open it.

What appears in the video is a dimly lit room, and on the white-washed blue and green quilt cover, there is a working hair dryer plugged in to the quilt cover, and it is trying to blow hot air on the quilt cover.

I believe that women with long hair have used hair dryers to blow on a certain place without moving, and as long as it takes a little longer, you should be able to experience the burning sensation, right?

What's more, now the hair dryer is simply running at full power and blowing in the same position?

It didn't take long for the quilt cover to finally get tired of the heat of the hair dryer, and slowly emitted green smoke, and soon an open flame burst out. (To be continued......)