"His death, the death of your husband Zhang Ming, is your fault!"

The sound is piercing, and the words are heart-wrenching.

The surrounding police and fire fighters looked at Feng Yin with disapproval and even accusation, wanting to stop her, but her speed of speech was too fast.

"You're wrong!"

The woman froze.

Sitting on the fence, she froze.

"Up!"

With a bang, the wind roared and the first one flew out.

She had an extra lifebuoy attached to a rope in her hand, threw it out vigorously, and put it on the woman's body accurately.

At the same time, the fire department next to it was not slow to respond, upstairs and downstairs, acting at the same time, saving children and hugging women.

At the last moment, the woman came to her senses and struggled!

"Ah———-h

"Kid!"

The swaddling clothes are loose.

A gap was made under the swaddling clothes, and the child slipped out underneath.

"Rub your ancestors!"

Feng Yin dragged the rope in his hand, and the movement was faster than his mouth, and he jumped over the fence, rushed down with his big head, and jumped down!

"Wind Whispering ——-"

"Boss ———"

"Boss!"

The trio and Officer Wang rushed upwards at the same time, reaching out in mid-air, trying to catch Feng Yin, even though they knew that their efforts were futile, how could they do nothing.

The woman was the first to be held by the firefighters and pulled down from the fence, and the movement of the wind flying downward, as if in slow motion, played in front of her eyes, repeated.

"Child—My Child——-"

The wind groan, which jumped down, grabbed the child's little feet in mid-air, one big and one small, rushed down with their big heads, and swung a swing in the air.

The lifeguards at the downstairs window, acting at the first time, tried to catch two people.

"Save the child first!"

Feng Yin calmly commanded the firefighters and said, "You stand up, don't move, I'll send the child over to you." ”

At this time, the wind groaned, supported only by a rope.

The rope was wrapped around Wind Moan's left foot, without any protection, without any knots, just simply wrapped.

Wind Moan's entire body is vertically downward, the child is in her right hand, and her left hand is trying to grab the rope upwards.

Waist and abdomen exert force, pull-ups, bend, and the left hand is stretched out, and it is about to reach the rope.

"Don't ———"

The rope on the wind moan's feet loosened, and it flickered down by a fraction of a second, causing the timid man to cover his eyes and scream.

At this critical moment, Feng Yin's left hand grabbed the rope, and the whole person swung in the air with one arm.

The firefighters had already jumped off the rooftop, only a meter away from the wind moaning, and were trying to catch her.

On the rooftop, the rope pulled by Feng Yin was tied to the waist by Officer Wang, and Li Sanyi, Zhang Boer and others were dragging the rope to death, and there was no way to do it, which was their common belief.

"Wind Groan—"

Feng Yin looked at the firefighter who called her, smiled slightly, and even said with a little comfort: "Don't worry, it's okay." ”

"I handed the child to him, and his position was a little safer."

Wind Yin looks at the firefighter on the windowsill and tells him not to move, she will swing over.

The left hand was holding the rope stiffly, and the hand that was already wounded, the sutured wound had cracked, and the blood soaked the rope.

What a pain it must be!

The wound was rubbed by the hemp rope, and her own force deepened again and again.

The wind groaned, and the hemp rope swayed slightly, a little, a little, a little closer.

"Ready, after three times, the child will be in your hands."

The firefighter on the windowsill nodded heavily, and a large net pocket stretched out from under the windowsill in preparation for that bad prediction.