June 19, 2014, 21:55.

No. 19 Anxi Road, the second floor of the murderous house, the boudoir of He Qingying's girlhood.

"What if there is a tomorrow? How do you want to dress your face? If there is no tomorrow? How do you say goodbye? ”

Suddenly, the familiar ringtone of a mobile phone rang in the room.

Si Wang didn't understand what this meant, and although his mouth was sealed with duct tape, he sang along with Xue Yue in his heart.

Ouyang Xiaozhi sensed something, his eyes widened in horror, and he struggled with his last strength.

The bell rang for ten seconds, and then there was a violent sound, like a cannon thrown by a child during the New Year, and sparks splashed in the room and fell into those gasoline barrels.

Did Lu Zhongyue deliberately design this mobile phone ringtone?

In the blink of an eye, flames spread through the room, burning to Si Wang's trouser legs.

He was screaming in pain, but his mouth was covered with duct tape, which was worse than death. Simply close his eyes, and just burn him to death with the twig, if the two charred corpses can still be tied together.

The murderous mansion, which had been empty for more than thirty years, had long been crumbling, not to mention that most of them were wooden structures, and the whole building was soon surrounded by flames, and hot tears with black eyeliner continued to flow on Xiaozhi's face. Seeing that he was about to be burned to death, he had to catch up with the nineteen-year-old Si Wang. The fire was filled with smoke, choking her violently, but she was so sealed with duct tape that she couldn't open her mouth. Usually, people killed in fires are suffocated to death by toxic gases, and it is super unlucky to burn them alive.

But she didn't give up, and moved the foot of the chair so hard that she finally let herself fall to the ground.

The flames burned to her hands tied behind her back, almost scorching the skin of her hands and breaking the ropes. Fighting through the pain of her burns, she struggled to break free.

Free.

Si Wang also opened his eyes, and there was hope in his eyes. She didn't even tear the tape off her mouth, and immediately threw herself behind him, trying to untie his ropes even though her hands were burned. But Lu Zhongyue tied Si Wang more tightly, such a complicated knot of death was not something she could open at all. She pushed Siwang to the ground, trying to burn the rope with flames. What is desperate is that the material of the rope that binds Siwang is completely different from the one that binds the twigs, it is actually a professional fireproof rope, and it will not break no matter how it is burned.

She could only tear the tape off Si Wang's mouth first, and then tear off the tape on her own mouth. She saw that the boy's mouth was covered with blood, and kissed him on the lips in distress, as if this would relieve the pain.

Si Wang opened her mouth with the top of his head, and his mouth, which had been sealed for more than ten hours, spit out the first sentence in pain: "Xiaozhi, you go quickly!" ”

"Nope."

Blood also flowed from the corners of her mouth, mixed with her own blood and that of the boy. At the same time, a terrible sound was heard overhead, and the fire was burning the beams of the house, and the whole building was about to collapse.

If, now, she rushed out alone, she might still have a chance to escape.

21:59.

Twig heard the sound of glass shattering, and immediately grabbed the chair that bound Si Wang, and rushed desperately to the window that was scorched by the flames.

Before he could say a word, he was already flying out with a chair.

God knows where she got her strength? A man of more than one hundred and forty pounds was pushed out of the window into the air.

Si Wang, with wooden window frames and broken glass on his body, his trousers and his head burning with flames, flew over the night sky of Sabbath.

Then, falling.

Falling from the second floor to the first floor, the wooden chair was shattered, and the rope on his body was naturally loosened.

Almost a second when he flew out of the window, the fierce mansion surrounded by fire behind him made an earth-shattering loud noise. The roof and beams collapsed completely, and the entire house, along with the raging fire, was reduced to a mass of rubble, along with the sprigs that had not had time to jump out of the window to escape.

Si Wanggang wanted to get up and go back to rescue Xiaozhi, but his right leg was so painful that he couldn't lift it, it turned out that the whole leg had been deformed, and he must have been broken into a fracture.

Many people screamed and watched, but they didn't expect that a young man would fly out of this abandoned empty building.

Seeing that the wall was about to fall on him, fortunately, two bold men quickly grabbed Si Wang's arms and dragged him across the road.

Si Wang, who was lying on the sidewalk, saw the air window in the basement, the dirty glass that had been covered with dust, suddenly shiny, and illuminated the burning house opposite—it was only a small half of its height, and the rest road was covered with broken wood and bricks, and there seemed to be the smell of burnt human flesh.

Suddenly, as if there was a phantom of a teenage girl, squatting on the doorstep in front of the murderous house, hugging her shoulders and sobbing.

June 19, 2014, 10 p.m. sharp.

The bean-sized raindrops fell overhead, turning into a torrential rain in the blink of an eye, drenching all the onlookers and running away.

Si Wang watched the flames on the other side weaken little by little, and wanted to shout her name loudly, but his throat was damaged by the smoke, and he couldn't make a sound anymore.

By the time the fire trucks roared to the rest of the road, the fire had almost been extinguished.

A few minutes ago, before the heavy rain had yet to fall on the flames, Ouyang Xiaozhi had been crushed under the rubble—nothing could be seen or heard, everything had vanished, waiting for the long silence to pass.

Another burst of flames burned, surrounded by garbage and planks, and in tattered clothes, he suddenly became so thin. Twig touched his hair and chest, only to realize that he was eleven years old.

1988, Nanming Road.

Just as she was blankly facing the blazing tongue of fire, the man appeared in a moment, like the legendary hero of the world, stepping on the seven-colored clouds, picking up the young bride and rushing out of the flames......