Chapter 101
"Are you still taking this class?"
Seeing the three of them running to the window, Luo Jingyao asked at the right time, holding a barbell plate in one hand.
Pang Guang and the others looked at each other in bewilderment. After a few seconds, the young man scratched his head uncertainly, "We're going to go up. It sounds like there was an explosion somewhere. Look at that smoke! It's only been a short while, and it's already covered the sky."
Guo Zhen also analyzed, "Yes, the smoke is still quite a distance away from us. It almost shattered the windows of the training room. The situation in the surrounding area is likely to be even worse. I'm afraid the emergency fire department will have their hands full again."
It is obviously not their turn for the special case investigation team to step in to deal with this kind of unexpected incident. The public security department can only transfer some forces from the grassroots police stations or patrol special police to provide support.
"Well, let's start warming up, shall we?" Luo Jingyao called the three people back from the window, and soon the familiar, desperate groaning sound was heard in the training room.
An hour later.
Pang Guang and the other two had already laid out on the floor, disregarding their appearance. Luo Jingyao was leisurely gathering up the scattered equipment and gently instructed, "I bought these foam rollers for you. Remember to use them to relax your muscles after every class so you won't feel so uncomfortable the next day."
"Go back and soak your feet more and go to bed early."
The three of them thanked him one by one. At this moment, Pang Guang fumbled for his phone and said, "Wow, it was a gas tank explosion? It seems a bit too serious."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of news broadcast came from the phone.
No. 48 Yancheng Road?
Pan Chang lazily rolled over and scooted over to the young man's side, craning his neck slightly to glance at the screen. "Isn't it just two blocks away from our bureau? With such a big scene, I thought it was a chemical plant in the Binhai New Area that suddenly exploded."
"The news said that the place that was bombed was a spicy stir-fry restaurant. There were a bunch of gas tanks in the kitchen, and the fire rescue work has not been completed yet." Pang Guang shook his head and sighed.
"This wave of public opinion has become quite serious. WeChat Moments and short video platforms are flooded with all sorts of news. It's really hard to handle!"
Guo Zhen closed his eyes and panted weakly, "Luckily it's morning. There shouldn't be many people in the hotel, right? I hope everyone's safe. If there are too many casualties, I might be transferred to the scene."
After all, there are only a few full-time forensic doctors in Jinshi, so he can't escape no matter what he does.
Having said that, Guo Zhen really tried hard to get up: "I have to go back to the dormitory and have a good rest, just in case!"
The other two people thought his words made sense and struggled to stand up. Then the three of them said goodbye to Luo Jingyao one after another. In a blink of an eye, she was the only one left in the training room.
She shrugged indifferently, packed her backpack, and then cleaned the training room a little.
Before going out to turn off the lights, Luo Jingyao habitually glanced around the room, but unexpectedly saw through the window the sky in the distance where thick smoke was still billowing.
It had been a while since she had seen the so-called crime scene.
She withdrew her gaze and gently hit the door handle with her hand. A piercing chill suddenly penetrated through her palm and into the bones.
Realizing something was wrong, Luo Jingyao immediately wanted to let go of the hand, but she was a step too late. When she came to her senses again, she saw a pool of blood in front of her.
There was a familiar strong smell of blood in my nose.
Through the crimson, Luo Jingyao vaguely saw a figure wandering in front of her. The footsteps sounded leisurely, and the other party even whistled leisurely.
She blinked, but still couldn't wipe away the dark red in front of her eyes. She didn't know what was blocking her vision.
Taking a deep breath, Luo Jingyao tried to use her mind to send herself somewhere else, just like the previous two times.
It’s a pity that although it moved, it still couldn’t be seen.
The scene before her eyes changed from a bright red to a dark void. She sighed helplessly and was about to look around carefully, but unexpectedly, when she turned her head, she saw a corpse!
If Luo Jingyao hadn't been trained by going in and out of crime scenes so many times, she really couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't be scared to scream out loud.
She couldn't tell what the deceased looked like, what physical features he had, or even whether he was a man or a woman. She only knew that the other person's skin was cold and he was completely dead, and his whole body exuded a disgusting smell of blood.
The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She was not sure where she touched the corpse, but she knew it felt bumpy.
Holding her breath slightly, Luo Jingyao, feeling a little dizzy, shifted her gaze away from the corpse and finally found a light-transmitting hole on it.
The hole looked to be about the size of an adult's palm, and the brisk whistle just now was coming intermittently from the hole.
She was delighted and immediately controlled herself to float towards the hole. Unexpectedly, as she got close, the light suddenly disappeared completely.
The people outside probably didn't know what to use to seal the hole, because the clanging sound was endless.
As the air around her gradually became thinner, Luo Jingyao soon felt dizzy and returned to reality the next second.
At this moment, the door handle in her hand had completely lost its biting coldness and became warm and moist.
Luo Jingyao lowered her eyes and was stunned for a while. After wiping the sweat from her palms and hands, she left the training room without saying a word.
However, just as she crossed the compound of the Public Security Bureau and arrived in front of the gate, she heard several sirens in the yard. The next second, several police cars drove out from the parking space not far away, passed the gate, roared onto the main road, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Tsk, the police are on duty again." The security guard in the booth came out at some point, sighing as he pressed the remote control in his hand twice, and the smart parking bar on the gate slowly fell down.
Luo Jingyao watched the police cars leave and pursed her lips belatedly. She felt as if she had just seen Lin Jiafan's profile through the car window, so she subconsciously took over the conversation: "A new case?"
She and the security guard had a bit of a friendship, so he didn't hide anything. "It was the explosion over an hour ago! Coach Luo, didn't you hear it in the room? The teacup on my desk was shaking."
"I heard it. It's really scary. But is this kind of explosion also under the jurisdiction of our Public Security Bureau? I heard it was caused by a gas tank." Luo Jingyao's eyebrows jumped. Could it be man-made?
"I don't know! Maybe the scene was too chaotic, so they were temporarily called over to maintain order or something." The security guard waved his hand and turned back to the booth.
Hearing this, Luo Jingyao lowered her head, took out her phone and did a search. As soon as she typed the words "Jinshi Explosion" into the search box of a short video platform, a bunch of related entries instantly appeared below.
I randomly selected two clicks and saw live videos shot from various angles.
Amidst the billowing smoke, the alarm sounds of vehicles and the desperate screams for help from nearby residents mixed together, interweaving into a desperate and suffocating picture.
The situation is indeed not optimistic. She just clicked on two videos of only a dozen seconds and saw more than one injured person. The actual number of casualties is probably an astonishing number.
After hanging up the phone, Luo Jingyao had no intention of joining in the fun.
Besides, the crime scene she had just seen was cramped and quiet, and had nothing to do with the explosion.
Thinking of this, Luo Jingyao walked out of the Jinshi Public Security Bureau, crossed the zebra crossing and returned to the flower shop.
While crossing the street, she took the time to glance in the direction of the thick smoke. The oppressive feeling that covered the sky and the sun seemed to make the air across two blocks away tainted with a burnt smell.
As the wind chimes outside the store rang, Luo Jingyao put her backpack on the chair at the entrance and greeted everyone.
Unexpectedly, when I looked up, I saw the shop assistant sitting on the lazy sofa, holding her phone and wiping her tears.
She looked at the new male clerk with a bewildered look, and the young man threw up his hands helplessly: "I read a few news reports about the explosion on Yancheng Road, and this is what happened."
Luo Jingyao's heart suddenly tightened, and she hurried forward and asked, "Where do you live?"
The shop assistant sniffed and comforted her: "Sister Luo, it's okay, no one in my family lives on Yancheng Road."
"I just... just joined a help group in the same city. The group has been updating the situation at the explosion site. It looks so tragic!" As she spoke, the little sister raised her head and cried out loudly again.
"Such a small child was lying on the road crying and shouting for his mother!"
Silently exhaling, Luo Jingyao raised her hand and patted the other person's shoulder to comfort him: "The fire department, public security, and medical departments have all gone to the scene to carry out rescue operations. Everything will be fine."
The shop assistant nodded and calmed down.
But soon she had no time to be sad because the store received several online orders one after another.
The order requires both white and yellow chrysanthemums, and the delivery address is No. 48 Yancheng Road.
The three of them immediately started to get busy. The young store clerk was responsible for processing the flowers, Luo Jingyao packed the processed flowers, and then the young store clerk rode an electric bike to deliver them to the location specified by the customer.
When the clerk returned to the store from the scene for the second time, he also brought first-hand information to the two of them.
"The cordon has almost reached the street and the end of the street. I heard from onlookers that there are at least a dozen dead people inside! Because the rescue work on the scene is not yet completed, I can't get in at all. I can only communicate with the client and place the flowers outside the cordon."
The young man muttered that he was not the only one sending flowers at the scene. It seems that the speed of news dissemination on the Internet should not be underestimated. Before the incident had a final result, flowers for commemorating the deceased had already begun to be sent.
Upon hearing this, the shop assistant's eyes suddenly lit up, and she clapped her hands as if she had come up with a good idea: "Sister Luo, why don't we take the remaining chrysanthemums and sell them on site?! This is such a great business opportunity! Maybe the hundred or so branches left in the store won't be enough for them to snatch up!"
When the subordinate stopped cutting the outer wrapping paper, Luo Jingyao looked at him in surprise.
At this moment, there was no sadness in my sister's eyes, only desire for performance.
Sure enough, career is the permanent panacea for women when they are sad.
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