Chapter 143 Chapter 143 Taolin Village
Thank you, Qi!
He Junxia suddenly opened his eyes, his chest heaving violently.
He quickly scanned the surroundings and breathed a sigh of relief after discovering it was a small, enclosed single apartment.
【Xiao Si, send the mission information.】
The familiar crisp mechanical sound did not sound in time, but a stream of memories still flooded into He Junxia's brain as usual.
【Xiao Si, Xiao Si? 】
[System 444?]
Without having time to look at the extra memories in his mind, He Junxia called the system several times but received no response.
Did you break the rules again and get locked up in the dark room?
He Junxia was suspicious.
After waiting for several minutes and still receiving no response, he began to check the wisher's memory and his request.
No matter what, completing the mission is the first priority.
The wisher is named Xin Xiangyang. He was born in a dual-income family in a remote small town. He just graduated from a top 985 university this year and has passed the civil servant political review. In a while, he will be able to report to the Yun City Tax Bureau.
Xin Xiangyang also has a girlfriend he's been dating since his sophomore year. They're in a harmonious relationship and have met each other's parents. He plans to buy her a ring and propose to her as soon as he gets his first paycheck...
Judging from the wisher's memory, he is a true winner in life, possessing both family love and love that most people in the world cannot obtain at the same time.
But the strange thing is that I didn't receive any task requirements.
He Junxia rubbed his eyebrows.
This was the first time he encountered such a situation. Even when Xiao Si was locked up in a small dark room during his internship, the task details were still released as usual.
Is there a bug in the Space-Time Administration?
Or has the Minister of the Disaster Department and several senior leaders come up with a new way to torture the task force?
It shouldn't be.
Failure to provide the tasker with task details will only significantly reduce the completion rate of the task, hurting the enemy by 800 and hurting one thousand of your own, and the disaster department will not benefit in any way.
Even if the top management had a brain storm, they wouldn't come up with something like this.
For now, we can only take it one step at a time. If it doesn't work out, we can just treat it as a rest and vacation.
Anyway, if the problem is caused by a bug, the Space-Time Administration will not only not deduct points, but will also have to compensate the tasker.
No matter how you look at it, it's a waste of money.
The only person who suffers is probably the wisher, who finally waits for the tasker only to encounter a strange bug. If the task fails, who knows how long it will take to wait for the next tasker.
However, the person who makes the wish is also considered Party A.
Although it is currently a seller's market with supply exceeding demand, if the disaster department wants to develop in the long run, it will certainly not ignore the losses of Party A.
"Crackle, crackle..."
He Junxia was startled by the sudden explosion-like sound. He walked to the balcony and looked down, and found that two boys in their teens were playing with firecrackers.
That’s right.
The Chinese New Year will be here in half a month.
He Junxia didn't think much about it and turned around to start checking the supplies in the room.
——According to senior taskers in the disaster group forum, most C-level and above tasks will involve non-scientific factors, and the remaining disaster worlds will also experience large-scale natural disasters.
Therefore, stockpiling daily necessities is of utmost importance.
Unfortunately, He Junxia walked around this apartment of about 30 square meters, but only found a very small amount of bread and biscuits.
Not to mention rice and cooking oil, there wasn't even a pack of instant noodles.
He Junxia held his forehead with his hand.
He recalled the life experience of the wisher, which was very good. He was a young master who had never done housework and relied on canteen takeout and restaurants for meals.
He Junxia opened his phone and checked the time. It was half past ten in the evening, not too late. He could go to the convenience store downstairs to buy some daily necessities.
He Junxia picked up her phone and keys and took the elevator downstairs, thinking about what supplies to buy, but she smelled a strong smell of smoke on the way down.
“Cough cough cough…”
More and more smoke entered the elevator. He Junxia was choked and coughed several times. He quickly covered his mouth and nose, realizing that something was wrong.
He looked up at the floor display screen in the elevator. The wisher lived on the 23rd floor, but the elevator had only gone down to the 17th floor.
I was afraid that before the elevator reached the first floor, he would be choked to death by the thick smoke pouring into the elevator, or be thrown to death by the out-of-control elevator in the fire.
He Junxia immediately pressed the button for the 16th floor and the door-opening button. After the elevator door slowly opened, he quickly ran out, running upstairs along the emergency passage while talking on the phone.
He is just a tasker, not a god from heaven.
There is nothing we can do about this kind of fire and we can only hope that the fire rescue truck will arrive soon.
The call was connected and He Junxia quickly explained the situation.
He opened the door and returned to the apartment to wet all the clothes of the wisher, and used the wet clothes to stuff the door frame and door gap to slow down the spread of smoke.
After doing all this, He Junxia hung up the fire alarm and immediately ran to the window and shouted outside.
"On Fire" "On Fire"
"There was a fire in the apartment"
As he roared with all his might, incandescent lights lit up one after another, and the panicked voices of countless people lingered in his ears.
The two boys who set off firecrackers slipped away immediately.
But no one noticed their departure at this moment. Everyone in the apartment was struggling to survive. The fire station's emergency line was almost overwhelmed with calls and was always in an overloaded and busy state.
He Junxia turned on the faucet in the bathroom, dragged the warm quilt into the bathroom to soak it, and filled all the containers that could hold water.
Thick wet cotton was used to block the small door of the bathroom. He Junxia stayed in the bathroom, her mind still a little confused.
C and the difficulty of the task far exceeded his imagination.
Even if he rushed downstairs as soon as he entered the mission world, he might not be able to avoid the thick smoke and escape from the apartment successfully.
He Junxia frowned.
He always felt that something was wrong. It was impossible for the Space-Time Administration to set such a task insertion point that left no reaction time for low- and mid-level taskers.
He must have overlooked some details.
He Junxia carefully recalled what he had seen and heard since entering the mission world.
If the fire happened in the middle of the building, could we just run downstairs through the smoke from those floors?
Or stop the two boys downstairs from playing with firecrackers?
He Junxia shook her head slightly. If it was the first case, it would be too late to go downstairs now.
And if the fire was caused by two boys setting off firecrackers, does it mean that he should speak out to stop them as soon as he entered the mission world?
No, that's not right.
The smoke on the 16th and 17th floors had reached a terrifying level. A fire caused by a small firecracker would not have spread so quickly.
Even if the smoke rises due to inertia, a fire caused at the bottom will not make the smoke in the corridors of middle and upper floors thick enough to choke people in a very short time.
Therefore, the fire point is most likely located in the middle of the floor.
He Junxia felt helpless.
He was sitting in the elevator when he went downstairs, and he had no water to wet his clothes, and it was a building more than ten stories high.
Except for some foolish young people, normal people would run upstairs first when encountering this situation, but who knows that the way out is downstairs.
However, even if he chose to rush downstairs like a fool, he would most likely be trapped by the rapidly spreading fire and be unable to move forward or backward.
He Junxia shook his head helplessly.
This is an escape mission that relies more on luck than hard work.
He Junxia suddenly seemed to think of something, pushed open the toilet door, walked to the window, and observed the outer wall of the building.
It’s a pity that perhaps because they are afraid that people will jump out of despair, the windows of the apartment are strictly restricted and can only be opened to a distance less than the length and width, and there are no air-conditioning unit guardrails on the outer walls on both sides to rest your feet.
As for the rooftop, forget it.
Because of an accident many years ago, the road leading to the rooftop has been completely blocked by a thick concrete wall.
He Junxia really wanted to curse.
The Fire Protection Law stipulates that high-rise buildings with 10 floors or more must have a fire refuge on the top floor. How did this operation of blocking the passage with concrete walls pass the inspection?
It’s killing people!
At this point, He Junxia could only return to the bathroom and wait quietly for the arrival of the firefighters or death.
After all, even if he had tools to break down the concrete wall blocking the passage, how long could he last in the thick smoke? The top floor was one of the places with the highest smoke concentration.
The raging flames broke through the outer security door, and thick smoke swept into the house. Even the hot and humid quilt could not resist the invasion of the smoke.
He Junxia looked down at his phone screen. It had been less than three minutes since he left the elevator.
Did the fire spread so quickly?
This apartment has property management, and there are no flammable materials piled up in the corridor. Moreover, the wisher lives on the 23rd floor and is protected by a security door, so he should be able to hold out for about ten minutes.
"Sizzle" "Sizzle"
The ferocious flames licked the quilt mercilessly. He Junxia quickly raised the basin and bucket to pour water out, but it was still no use.
The thick smoke choked He Junxia so much that he couldn't open his eyes. He thought he would lose consciousness in the smoke, but he didn't expect the flames to hit him first.
Pain, pain, pain
It hurts so much. It hurts so much.
□□The pain of being burned by the flames made He Junxia scream miserably, and the scorching heat seemed to melt her soul as well.
A strong hatred surged into his heart along with the pain.
He hates it!
He hates it so much!
He hated the property management company for sealing off the rooftop, hated the fire truck that was late in arriving, hated that God had given him a happy life but then cruelly took his life away, and even more hated the culprit who caused the fire.
The voice surging from his heart lingered in the young man's ears, and strong hatred quickly took root in his heart.
[Xiao Xia, Xiao Xia, wake up!]
[Xiao Xia, wake up!]
In a daze, the young man seemed to hear the familiar mechanical sound again.
Who is Xiaoxia? Who is Xiaoxia?
The dazed brain was thinking in a trance.
…
"Meow meow meow?"
The person who performed the task this time turned out to be a fat blue cat?
He Junxia reluctantly received Blue Cat's memories, but found that there were no hints related to the mission at all.
By the way, where is Xiao Si?
It won’t be locked up in the dark room again, will it?
"Fire, fire, fire..."
A shrill scream was heard a few minutes later, and the fat cat, which was obviously well-raised, was buried in the fire along with its owner.
…
strangeness?
He had clearly checked the option not to accept missions from female wish-givers, so how could he turn into a girl, and a 12-year-old girl at that.
Could it be that the Space-Time Administration has gone crazy again?
He Junxia was completely confused and had to call Xiao Si to send him the task information.
But he called out for several minutes without any response. Only the little girl's memories flooded into his brain, and he didn't even say what the specific task was.
What should I do about this?
He Junxia's brows were furrowed as if they could pinch a fly to death. He looked at the little girl's parents sleeping on the big bed in the family room, and guessed that the task should be related to this happy couple.
But before He Junxia could think about it, a noisy and harsh sound was heard outside.
"Don't sleep, there's a fire, run!"
The couple woke up suddenly, grabbed their daughter from the rattan chair and tried to run out. But the B&B they had booked was on the 14th floor, so where could they go?
The raging fire mercilessly devoured the happy family.
…
who I am?
I am Ling Ziang, that’s not right, I don’t think I believe Ling
emmmm……
My brain was so confused after sleeping that I even didn't recognize my own name.
I give up.
"Help, there's a fire, help me, help me."
The desperate young man lost consciousness in the painful burning of the fire.
…
The hatred in his heart, after being engulfed by the flames again and again, quickly grew into a towering tree, as if it was going to engulf the young man's sanity as well.
He Junxia just felt like she was going crazy.
[Xiao Xia, can you hear me?]
[Xiao Xia, end the mission. Click to agree to end the mission!]
The electronic screen and familiar voice that suddenly floated in the air awakened He Junxia's chaotic brain, as if it had grabbed a life-saving straw and awakened her dormant memories.
who I am?
I am... I am Xiao Xia? ... I am Xiao Xia
I'm He Junxia!
I am a tasker from the Space-Time Administration!
He Junxia suddenly opened her eyes, and the hatred and fear in her eyes seemed to be overflowing from her tear-filled eyes.
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