WARNING: MTL
Prologue
The Scene of the Xiangyang Fire
Three years ago.
The old-fashioned color TV in the living room crackled, and the host’s originally sonorous and powerful voice, mixed in the radio waves, sounded somewhat unclear.
Fortunately, there were still subtitles.
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“Now we have arrived at the scene of the Xiangyang Department Store fire. You can see that the scene has already been cordoned off, dozens of fire trucks are standing by, and the first batch of firefighters have already entered the fire scene. Now, let’s interview the on-site commander…”
The camera focused on the face of a young firefighter.
The person in front of the TV “popped” open a can, and the beer rolled down her not-so-obvious Adam’s apple, wiped off carelessly by the back of her hand before it fell onto the sofa, which She then rubbed against the sofa a couple of times.
The ashtray in front of HER was already full of ashes. She lit another cigarette and leaned against the back of the sofa, her combat boots, covered in mud, propped up on the coffee table, with last night’s leftover instant noodles beside them.
As the spicy gas exchanged into her lungs, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
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Those were very beautiful eyes, with a glass-like purity even in the dim light of the room, only now, they had a hint of gloom.
The host’s broadcast on the TV continued: “According to our report, the number of casualties at the scene has risen to fifty-four people, and the number of casualties is still rising…”
“We have just received some very sad news. Among the list of victims, there is one of our outstanding firefighters. Now, Jinzhou News will bring you a live report from the scene…”
A female reporter was running while holding a microphone: “Doctor, doctor, is this firefighter really beyond saving? Doctor?”
The person being asked was just kneeling on the stretcher, continuously performing CPR without a moment’s rest. Because his treatment was interrupted, he seemed a bit impatient, and when he looked up, there was an inexplicable hint of menace in his eyes.
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“Please step aside.”
“Zzz—” After a piercing static sound, the old television screen went black, finally reaching the end of its life.
The phone of the room’s owner lit up instead, showing a familiar name. She pressed the answer button.
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