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As the doorbell rang, Liang An looked up sharply and saw a disheveled figure running towards the cashier.
It's Wen Zhi!
He strode out from behind the cashier and caught Wen Zhi as he rushed towards him.
In that instant, he actually felt that Wen Zhi's appearance was a kind of salvation.
"Where is A-Yao? Where is A-Yao?"
Wen Zhi's face was pale, and he felt weak all over, as if he was about to collapse at any moment. The strength from his palm became his only support, and he leaned tightly against Liang An.
Despite her disgust, Liang An grabbed his arm, her grip tightening unconsciously, and asked urgently, "How did you get here? Where is A-Yao?"
At this moment, detective Xiao Fang and his wife Liang Xiaohui also arrived at the cashier. They were also surprised to see Wen Zhi.
Xiao Fang stopped the two people who wanted to come forward and said, "He doesn't look well. Let's help him to sit down in the living room first, and then we can ask him what's wrong."
Xiao Fang and Liang An helped Wen Zhi through the courtyard and into the living room, where they sat down and handed him a glass of warm water.
Wen Zhi took the water with trembling hands, slowly brought it to his lips, took a sip, and caught his breath before he felt he could speak again.
He tried to describe the escape process in concise language, emphasizing the dog hole and the escape route.
"Before I escaped, I smelled a strong odor of gasoline, and the room was probably filled with wood both inside and out. Chen Yao... she fainted, I can't take her with me."
Upon hearing this, Liang Xiaohui burst into tears and threw herself at Wen Zhi, pounding on his body, crying, "Give me back my Ayao! You jinx, you kidnapped my Ayao!"
Uncle pulled Liang Xiaohui away, "Now is not the time to make trouble. We need to hurry to the lumber mill to rescue Ayao. The place he just mentioned should be in Anshan, but I don't know which path it is."
Xiao Fang has contacted the criminal investigation team to explain the situation, and the police have quickly dispatched officers to Anshan Timber Factory.
Instead of waiting passively at home, Liang Xiaohui and her husband got into a police car and drove with Wen Zhi along the route he had escaped.
Liang An borrowed a mountain motorcycle from his neighbor and followed the police car closely.
Upon reaching the intersection of the asphalt road and the mountain road, the intersection was so narrow that only one motorcycle could pass at a time. The police car could not drive up the mountain and had to get out and walk.
They stopped at the intersection to plan routes and deploy police forces to ensure the safety of people.
Suddenly, the roar of the motorcycle exploded like thunder. Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, Liang An twisted the throttle to the limit, and the motorcycle flew past the crowd like an arrow, speeding up the winding mountain road.
He would rather die himself than let Ayao suffer in his place.
The wind howled, the mountain road was narrow and steep, and one bend after another came crashing into him unexpectedly. He bent down and pressed himself against the motorcycle's fuel tank, struggling to control the handlebars, his palms trembling rapidly.
The gravel was crushed by the tires, instantly breaking into flying debris that scattered in all directions with a sharp whooshing sound.
The engine roared out of rhythm, howling like a wild beast on the verge of losing control. The fuselage trembled violently, and every jolt made one wonder if the tires would burst at any moment.
He gripped the handlebars tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, his body swaying violently as the bike tilted, the hem of his clothes fluttering in the wind.
The feeling of weightlessness came frequently, as if I would be thrown out of the car by the huge inertia at any moment.
Finally, a few drab factory buildings, stretching along the mountainside, came into view.
There were no flames or thick smoke!
Liang An seemed to have found hope for survival in his desperate situation.
The motorcycle, braving the steep slope, wound its way along the narrow dirt road to the back of the factory and stopped beside a clump of wildly growing bushes.
The bushes are flanked by steep slopes, almost at a 70-degree angle to the ground, with exposed rocks gleaming coldly in the shadows of the trees.
The hillside is covered with pines and cypresses interspersed with other trees, and there is only one narrow path leading from the back to the dark factory building.
The only path was hidden deep in the bushes, completely obscured by the wildly growing branches on both sides, allowing only one person to pass sideways.
As soon as the bike came to a stop, still trembling from inertia, Liang An abruptly released the handlebars, braced his left hand against the fuel tank for leverage, and quickly straddled the seat with his right leg, slamming his foot heavily onto the ground.
He stumbled two steps as soon as his feet touched the ground, bent his knees slightly to regain his balance, and then his other leg swung off the side of the car, causing him to almost "pounce" onto the ground.
He didn't stop, crawling forward on his hands and feet, quickly regaining his balance, hunching his back to stand up, and immediately and roughly pushing aside the overgrown bushes with his hands, rushing toward the half-hidden dog hole ahead.
Branches kept scratching across my palms and arms, leaving countless tiny scratches.
Finally arriving at the dog hole, the strong smell of gasoline wafted into my nose and mouth on the mountain wind, making it difficult to breathe.
The cave was quiet; not a sound could be heard.
Suddenly, a piercing beeping sound came from my ears, like a countdown to death.
Liang An calmed himself down, quickly lay down in front of the dog hole, curled up, and used his fingertips to dig into the soil to propel himself forward, crawling into the dog hole with all his might.
With his waist and abdomen twisting and rubbing against the rough soil, he pushed off with his legs and finally slid smoothly into the wooden house by the momentum.
Liang An closed his eyes to adjust to the dimness of the room. After a moment of dizziness, he quickly crawled forward, bypassing the piles of wood that blocked his way on both sides, and saw Chen Yao lying unconscious.
He crawled to her side, used his folding knife to untie the ropes binding her hands and feet, embraced the little girl in his arms, and gently patted her cheeks.
She struggled to open her eyes, mumbled a few words unconsciously, and then collapsed into Liang An's arms.
Liang An could only leave Chen Yao aside for the time being and get up to observe the surrounding situation.
He arrived at the door but saw no one.
Gently shaking the wooden door, one could only see through the crack that two large iron locks tightly closed the two doors together. The area around the door was piled with wood, and the smell of gasoline was even stronger.
"Beep~beep~beep be ...
The ticking outside the door suddenly became urgent and loud, like a final alarm bell.
Liang An quickly circled the house and found that the dog hole was the only escape route.
He picked up Chen Yao, lay face down on the ground, and kept crawling towards the dog hole.
The logs on both sides were constantly being squeezed and bumped, and occasionally a few logs would fall from above.
As the pressure intensified, the stacks of logs inside the room began to shake continuously, as if they were about to collapse and block the only exit at any moment.
"Beep-------Boom------"
A raging fire instantly erupted outside the wooden door, with flames shooting continuously into the room.
With all his might, Liang An pushed forward, and Chen Yao was led through the dog hole into the bushes, rolling down the path until she stopped at a gentler slope some distance away.
At the same time, the wooden door burst open with a roar, and waves of orange-red flames rushed into the room like a ferocious beast—the flames licked the door frame and shot upwards wildly, climbing up to the top of the beam in an instant.
A scorching heatwave, carrying the smell of burning, swept over us, instantly making the air scald.
The resin in the log pile sizzled when heated, and the oil droplets that seeped out made the fire burn even more fiercely.
The logs, unable to withstand the intense heat of the fire, collapsed one after another.
Liang An only had time to push Chen Yao out of the dog hole before several thick logs pressed down on his back.
The chest suddenly tightened, the air in the lungs was instantly squeezed out, and the excruciating pain spread from the spine to every part of the body.
The scorching heat of the logs burned his skin through his clothes, and the heavy pressure made even breathing feel like a tearing pain.
He was unable to move and could only watch helplessly as the flames drew closer and closer to him.
My skin felt like it was being pricked by tiny needles, and the whole room had become an airtight oven, with the temperature rising at an alarming rate.
Before losing consciousness, he seemed to hear the wailing of sirens, followed by a huge explosion.
It felt as if I had been thrown into boiling lava, and every pore on my body was expanding as if it were being burned.
The instant the explosion ripped through the air, it wasn't pain, it was shattering...
The entire body was as if it had been chopped and torn apart by an invisible giant axe of fire, with the skin cracking inch by inch and charred flesh flying outwards.
Some pieces shattered into flaming fragments and were swept away by the blast wave; others sizzled and stuck to the scorching hot logs, and even the bones trembled and made a creaking sound as they succumbed to the weight.
Before he could even fully experience the excruciating pain, his consciousness was swallowed up by the overwhelming burning and shattering sensations, leaving only a crimson chaos.
Liang An felt himself turn into burning dust, sinking into an endless abyss of darkness with excruciating pain that tore at his soul.
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