Lu Zhiwei came to a painting she had done in her early years and quietly admired it.
Perhaps he was too engrossed in watching.
She saw a small flame rising in the middle of the painting.
The flame burned a hole through the middle of the painting.
The burning ashes fell to the ground.
Lu Zhiwei thought it was just a hallucination because she hadn't been getting enough rest lately.
I rubbed my eyes.
How could a painting spontaneously combust for no reason?
Look around.
All the paintings, just like the one she had just seen, burst into flames from the center.
These works were created with painstaking effort by each artist.
Lu Zhiwei rushed over and took down the painting that hadn't caught fire yet.
I picked up two paintings.
The paintings inside the museum were engulfed in flames, burned, and fell to the ground.
Thick smoke and flames instantly filled the entire exhibition hall.
Lu Zhiwei realized that things were not going well.
Clutching the two salvaged paintings, he rushed towards the door.
The main gate is an electronic sensor gate.
The fire spread rapidly, triggering the power outage protection system and cutting off power to the entire exhibition hall, rendering the electronic sensor doors inaccessible.
Lu Zhiwei put down the painting and pounded on the door: "Is anyone outside? Open the door."
No one responded from outside.
Lu Zhiwei inhaled a lot of smoke and dust, and coughed incessantly.
Holding onto the doorknob, she quickly took out her phone, ready to dial the police.
But her phone showed no signal at all, and she couldn't make any calls; it was like a piece of scrap metal.
She rushed to the bathroom, hoping to get some water to wet her clothes and then cover her mouth and nose with a wet towel.
I went to the bathroom and turned the lock.
They discovered that the bathroom door was also locked from the inside.
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