Chapter 467 (1/2)

It turned out that there was a fire on the third floor of the supermarket building. The third floor is a clothing store, which is written about inflammables. The fire spread very rapidly. Before the fire brigade arrived, the third floor store of thousands of square meters was already a sea of flames, and the air was filled with thick smoke.

The fire alarm kept ringing, and the supermarket staff fled from the safety stairs in a panic. Fortunately, it's only ten o'clock in the morning. There are not many customers in the supermarket and fewer people shopping in the clothes mall, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable.

Liao Huaqiang and I came down the stairs. When we passed the third floor, we looked in from the entrance of the stairs. Inside, there was a roaring flame, black smoke, crackling sparks from some burned electrical appliances, and a choking smell filled the air.

”Shit, who caused the fire so carelessly? Fortunately, it's morning, or it'll be miserable.”

I scolded and prepared to escape from the safety stairs. But when Liao Huaqiang and I were about to turn around and leave, we suddenly vaguely heard the faint cry of a child inside, and a mother's voice with a crying cavity: ”Er Bao squats over there, don't move, don't come over, it's okay, mother will come to save you immediately.”

It turned out that a mother and son who bought clothes in the mall were trapped inside. A little boy of three or four years old curled up at the foot of the wall and sobbed. A woman in her thirties fell at the door of the fitting room. Her left foot was hurt by something falling. She was bleeding and couldn't stand up, but she struggled to climb in the direction of her child.

When she climbed over, her hands touched the burning sundries falling on the ground and immediately blistered her hands. However, if she hadn't noticed it, she still recklessly climbed into the sea of fire and wanted to save her son.

I saw this through the red flame and black smoke. In fact, I was afraid of death in my heart, but seeing the woman struggling to climb into the sea of fire to save her child, I was sure that she could not save her son, and even herself would be buried in the sea of fire. Her stupid and great maternal love made me think of my just lost mother Xiao Mei, so I couldn't help but rush in.

Liao Huaqiang also saw the trapped mother and son. He hesitated to turn around and run for his life from the safety stairs, but when he saw that I rushed into the sea of fire recklessly, he couldn't help opening his eyes and said, ”Hey, are you crazy and don't want to die?”

He watched me stumble to save the woman, and then he stopped hard and looked at the three or four year old boy whose cry was getting weaker and weaker in the corner of the wall at the other end. I don't know whether he was infected by my behavior or whether the little boy's dying inspired his father's love. He scolded: ”crazy, all fucking crazy, I'm crazy!”

He picked up a piece of plastic board around him and protected the top of his head. He also rushed into the sea of fire and ran towards the child.

When I came to the woman, she was already unconscious. I took her on my back and ran out of the sea of fire. I put her down at the exit of the safety stairs. At this time, my pants were burned by the fire, burning my right foot. I quickly put out the flame on my right trouser leg and went to see the mall. The flame inside was even worse.

Liao Huaqiang went in later than me. He just picked up the little boy and ran back.

Before he ran far, there was a loud noise over his head, and a group of huge chandelier frames suddenly fell from the top of his head. He quickly raised his head, and then was scared to death. At the critical moment, he made a subconscious action, held the little boy tightly in his arms and guarded the young life with his body.

Seeing that the group of chandeliers, which were burning hot and weighing more than 30 kilograms, were going to hit Liao Huaqiang hard.

”Be careful!”

I just rushed over at this time, then opened my arms, firmly grasped the chandelier iron frame, roared, and forcibly raised the heavy chandelier frame above my head.

The lamp holder became hot because of the fire. When I forcibly held and raised the chandelier iron frame with both hands, there was a cone-shaped pain in my palm. My nose even smelled the burning smell of my skin, which made my tears flow out. With red eyes and a hoarse voice, I shouted to Liao Huaqiang who had not recovered: ”stop writing, don't you run with a child?”

Liao Huaqiang woke up and hurriedly rushed out of the fire with the little boy in his arms.