First Frost ( Requested )

Chapter 13

I don't know when it started to rain, and it was so densely cold that it was mixed with ice slag.

The fire broke out in House B on the eighth floor of Building 6. The tongue of fire exploded the glass windows, rushing out like a devil, and spreading upstairs. The fine rain did not have any effect, and it evaporates when it falls.

The house where Sang Yan lives is directly above this one.

He looked up, the tip of his tongue touched the corner of his lower lip, and his eyebrows twitched slightly.

Wen Yifan could probably guess why he reacted that way. It is estimated that the person who called him is not very reliable. In addition to this sudden incident, he probably didn't take it to heart.

After a while, Sang Yan walked aside to answer the phone.

Qian Weihua carried the camera and took pictures of the surrounding situation.

The vehicles were flashing red and blue, and firefighters came and went to fight fires, rescue people, and control the order of the scene. There was no free time.

The rain was getting heavier and the light-colored concrete floor was stained darker. The cold is intensified by night and rain. The surroundings are noisy and messy, with mixed voices and movement, like a disaster in a movie.

Wen Yifan approached the crowd and went to interview the residents who had escaped: "Auntie, I'm sorry to disturb you. I'm a reporter from the "Communication" section of the Metropolitan Channel of Nanwu TV Station. Are you a resident of Building 6?"

The aunt she interviewed held a child and spoke with a heavy accent: "Yes."

"What floor do you live on? How did you find the fire?"

"On the fifth floor, I was shocked when I heard the explosion suddenly! I thought there was a fireworks display!" Seeing the camera, the aunt was extremely enthusiastic, "There is also loud movement outside, so I ran out to see ."

The uncle next to him interjected: "Yeah! Several times! The current situation is already under control-"

"boom--!"

Before finishing speaking, a loud noise came from the burning eighth floor. The orange-red flames stretched out their hands vigorously, accompanied by thick smoke billowing, as if to illuminate the night, and as if to swallow it.

There was an uproar and gasp.

Qian Weihua quickly raised the lens and aimed it at the screen.

Wen Yifan looked along, his eyes stopped on the ninth floor. Afterwards, she subconsciously looked in the direction of Sang Yan. He stood there, watching the burning fire quietly, and put the phone down from his ear.

She retracted her eyes, and came to her heart in sympathy.

...

Fortunately, the damage caused by this explosion is not too great.

Only one firefighter was slightly injured.

All the residents in the building have been evacuated, and a child under ten years old is trapped in the elevator and has been rescued by firefighters. It took nearly an hour before the fire was completely contained.

The fire department is still cleaning the scene.

The cause of the fire is still unclear, and the contents of the house are almost completely destroyed. The houses on the same floor as well as the upper and lower floors were also slightly damaged. The nine-story B house adjacent to it was the most affected. The kitchen and living room were burned beyond recognition.