The reddish-purple security door was opened, and thick smoke billowed on.

The firefighters put on their masks and walked in without the slightest hesitation.

Li Sanyi was asked to stay downstairs because of his unprofessionalism, and his mobile phone was held in Fengyin's hand and continued to broadcast live.

As for the wind chant, although he is not a professional either, this person just has a magic that makes people believe.

Besides, she has so many great achievements.

The wind was the last to enter, and the room was filled with smoke, and a smell spread through the air.

Not like the smell of fire.

Fire has a taste.

About this, Wind Yin knows and is familiar with.

"This way!"

A firefighter shouted loudly, and several firefighters who had dispersed to inspect came out one after another after completing their own inspections, but did not find the point of fire.

When everyone gathers in one room, get it.

No wonder the taste is so big.

At this time, in a room arranged as a mourning hall or shrine, a bundle of burning incense was the source of the smoke in front of them.

As for the open flame mentioned by the policeman, they also found a reasonable explanation.

Electronic candle flames.

A row of electronic candles, placed in front of the window, behind the electronic candle flame is a shrine blackened by incense, dedicated to an unknown god.

There were futons, tributes, all kinds of incense and incense, and most dangerously, a pile of paper shells.

"Boss, it should be this lit incense."

A firefighter points to the glass wind chimes hanging in front of the window, and the large diamond-shaped glass surrounded by small wind chimes in the middle is illuminated by the sunlight and immediately turns into a prism.

It was hot enough to light a finger-thick incense, and the burning incense ignited the incense next to it, and a bundle of incense emitted smoke.

Although there are no open flames, this room can really write a hundred firefighting violations.

Open windows, ventilate, and disperse smoke.

The police also arrived.

The police comrades contacted the owner of the house as soon as possible, and the owner was on his way back.

Half an hour later, the owner got off the elevator panting, looked at the footprints all over the house, and instantly felt dissatisfied.

"What is this for! Who let you in! Have you gotten my consent? ”

"It's all footprints, you guys clean it up!"

"I'm sick of it! I'm at work, where it's on fire, where it's on fire! ”

The woman grumbled and entered the room where the shrine was enshrined.

"Ah——- what the hell is this!"

Obviously, she didn't know this room was like this.

"Ahh

The woman's anger instantly shifted to the owner of this room, and a phone call went out.

"Xu Zichang! Don't you care about your mother! A good room is made of people and ghosts, what the hell is she going to do! She almost burned down our house, and I tell you, she has to move out, this house has her without me, with me without her! ”

The woman yelled at the other end of the phone, venting, and afraid.

She thought that there was nothing going on at home, but the scene in front of her made it difficult for her to continue to feel like this.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was like this—I was yelling at you guys——— right——-"

"Oh, what is this for! How my stuff is on the ground! My paper shell can still be sold for money. ”

"My incense! You will be rewarded for this. ”

An old lady carrying a bag containing drink bottles, paper shells, and foam boxes.

Needless to say, she went to pick up the trash. (End of chapter)