The rescue team worked in shifts without a break, digging continuously for 48 hours, but found almost nothing.
That night, a torrential downpour swept through the area, washing away the charred ashes mixed with the steel bars, cement, and stone slabs.
This once magnificent art museum in Yunzhou has been turned into a muddy ruin.
Shen Jinmo dug through the ruins for two days and two nights without eating or drinking.
His hands were cut by sharp building bricks after being soaked in water and digging in the mud for a long time.
Both hands were swollen like pig's trotters, bloody and mangled, unrecognizable.
The white down jacket had turned a deep black, and there wasn't a single clean spot on his body.
Shen Jiarui came to his side with an umbrella and tried to persuade him several times.
The rain has been falling continuously for the past two days, like a person who can't stop crying, with tears streaming down their face.
I remember the last time I saw a scene like this was when I was a teenager.
The fire that struck the Xia family.
He thought he would feel just as dejected when he lost Xia Wanying.
But compared to that time, his grief and regret were a thousand times greater.
It was as if she wished she could give her life here and go with Lu Zhiwei.
This shows Lu Zhiwei's place in his heart.
It is now unshakeable.
"Brother, let's go back. There's a rescue team here. You're already sick. You won't be able to hold on like this." Shen Jiarui's eyes were filled with tears, and a wave of bitterness washed over him.
Seeing his older brother so dejected, he felt just as heartbroken.
Completely exhausted, Shen Jinmo was like a machine that had lost its soul.
He squatted there silently and continued digging.
Even if it means digging through the earth's core, he'll find the person, dead or alive.
Shen Jiarui stood there holding an umbrella, never leaving her side.
He had someone bring him a coat and draped it over Shen Jinmo's shoulders.
I don't care if my trouser legs get wet from the rain.
Compared to his older brother, who was struggling with illness but still persevering, he was a robust adult.
What's a little wind and rain compared to this?
Shen Jinmo collapsed 50 hours after the art museum caught fire and collapsed, succumbing to exhaustion and falling into the ruins due to illness.
The raindrops pounded heavily on his pale face.
Shen Jiarui's voice kept ringing in my ears: "Brother! Brother!"
The sound is getting fainter and fainter.
Until they completely lose consciousness.
When Shen Jinmo woke up.
It was already three days later.
When he opened his eyes, everything was pitch black, and he could hear the voices of Shen Jiarui, Jiang Jingyu, and others.
"Brother, you're awake...that's wonderful."
The sound was intermittent and very low in decibels; he had to tilt his ear to hear it clearly.
It took him a while to adjust before he could see a blurry light and shadow before the face in front of him gradually became clear.
"Where are my glasses?" Shen Jinmo asked weakly.
His hoarse voice sounded like his throat had been slashed with a knife; it was rough and unpleasant to hear.
"We've got you a new pair; the old one was too worn out to be used."
Shen Jiarui immediately handed him the cleaned glasses.
The specially made glasses allowed Shen Jinmo's vision to recover somewhat.
The hands, wrapped tightly in gauze, looked like two plump white radishes.
It's difficult to even pick up things.
"Son, are you feeling better? Is there anything else that's bothering you?" Jiang Jingyu leaned closer to the bedside and asked with concern.
Shen Jinmo gave Jiang Jingyu a cold look: "Where's An'an?"
"He's been taken to the Shen family home. He's being looked after by the family's servants. Apart from not being talkative or having a good appetite, he's in good health, so don't worry."
Jiang Jingyu feigned a kind and benevolent appearance, making it impossible for Shen Jinmo to find fault with her.
"Have you heard anything about her?" Shen Jinmo's pale lips parted slightly, his eyes filled with anticipation.
Shen Jiarui lowered his head: "No, the rescue team turned the entire ruins upside down, but they couldn't find my sister-in-law's body."
However, her cell phone and a white down jacket were found at the scene, and forensic testing revealed her DNA sample.
Shen Jiarui knew that this result was undoubtedly a death sentence for his older brother, and it was a huge blow to him.
But he couldn't very well keep it a secret.
The accident was widely reported in the news, so it was hard for him not to know about it.
"Has the cause of the accident been investigated?" After a long, long time, Shen Jinmo seemed to accept the fact and spoke in a hoarse voice.
He became expressionless and apathetic.
There wasn't a trace of extra emotion on his face.
His sinister face was terrifying, radiating a chilling aura.
Shen Jiarui swallowed hard. "The police are still investigating with all their might, and there's no conclusion yet."
Jiang Jingyu had arranged everything flawlessly, leaving no trace of evidence. Hearing Shen Jiarui's words, she breathed a sigh of relief.
She picked up a cup of hot water and handed it to Shen Jinmo: "You just woke up. The doctor said that if you want to live a few more days, don't overthink things and take care of yourself. Don't worry about An'an, I'll take care of her."
Shen Jinmo did not respond.
The strangeness of this fire suggests it was orchestrated.
Even if he is about to die, he will still find out the person behind the scenes before he dies and drag him down with him.
Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside, followed by the ward door being violently kicked open.
Jiang Zhan rushed in, came to the bedside, and grabbed Shen Jinmo's hospital gown by the collar: "Shen Jinmo, my sister went to the art museum with you, why did the art museum catch fire that day of all days?"
Give me back my sister! Give her back!
Young and impetuous, Jiang Zhan's arms were strong and powerful, and he wished he could lift up the extremely weak Shen Jinmo and tear him to pieces.
Shen Jinmo closed his eyes helplessly, letting him vent his insults.
"Jiang Zhan, let go of my brother. He's not much better off himself."
Shen Jiarui naturally protected his older brother, pulling Jiang Zhan and trying to make him let go.
"Isn't he lying here peacefully? At least he's still alive. But what about my sister? She's my only sister, the closest person I have in this world. Give her back to me!!!"
Jiang Zhan's eyes were red and brimming with tears.
Her out-of-control hands shook Shen Jinmo, as if she wanted to unleash all the anger that had been building up over the past few days on Shen Jinmo.
“Jiang Zhan, I’ve said it countless times, your sister is a jinx, a curse. Nothing good ever comes from being around her. Whenever my son encounters her, he either gets hurt or dies. What more do you want from the Shen family?”
Jiang Jingyu, indignant, immediately interrupted, her face full of sarcasm.
"Old woman? I think you set this fire, didn't you? You lost the lawsuit and didn't get An'an. You wish my sister were dead so you could rightfully take An'an back to the Shen family."
"An'an has been back at the Shen family's house for days, and I haven't even seen a trace of him. Who else could be the murderer but you!"
Enraged, Jiang Zhan unleashed a torrent of abuse at Jiang Jingyu.
Although he said it in anger, every word he uttered hit Jiang Jingyu's sore spot, and she blushed immediately because she felt guilty.
"Stop making baseless accusations. What do you mean I set the fire? Do you have any proof? If I don't take An'an back to care for her, you all just leave her on the roadside. You're all worried about Lu Zhiwei's life or death. Has anyone cared about her at all?"
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