There was finally light around, but Ouyang had drunk too much water and had passed out.
The riverbank was high, and Wang Xin had to struggle to drag her ashore. It was already dawn, but the rain hadn't stopped. People were going to work early, and someone saw two people collapsed by the river. They called 921, and both were rushed to the emergency room.
Ouyang struggled to wake up and looked at Wang Xin beside the bed. There was gauze wrapped around his head, and it seemed that he had stitches.
"Are you awake?" the nurse came over. "You're fine, you just choked on some water. Your boyfriend wasn't as lucky as you, and his injuries were pretty serious.
Ouyang stood up and checked the time: 11:20 AM. She had already slept for so long. She quickly picked up the things in her hands, grabbed Wang Xin's wallet beside the bed, and ran out.
With forty minutes left, she didn't have much time. In the adjacent ward, she grabbed a cell phone and sent several messages, including one to the police. She also called them.
However, Zhuo Qiang's phone was unreachable. "Uncle Zhuo, please answer the phone!" He then called Zhuo Qiang's secretary, "Where is Uncle Zhuo now?"
"Didn't Chairman Zhuo go to a wedding?" the secretary asked. "Ms. Ouyang, where are you now? Chairman Zhuo has been looking for you for a long time."
“Why can’t I get through to his phone?”
"Huh?" The secretary was also a little surprised. "Just now, when he got off the plane, he called the office."
Ouyang hung up the phone. Perhaps the signal in that area was blocked. In the taxi, many people sent messages: "Ms. Ouyang, the traffic over there is completely blocked."
Ms. Ouyang, the bomb disposal person has been found. Can you tell us specifically how many time bombs were at the wedding scene?
Miss Ouyang, there is no model in the wedding hall. I am outside now and have not found Zhuo Qiang, and the crowd is being evacuated.
The wedding scene was in chaos. The people present didn't know what was going on. They only heard the sound of police sirens above their heads, which made them feel scared.
There were still ten minutes left, and Ouyang could barely make it. Suddenly, a motorcycle stopped next to the taxi: “Get off!”
It’s Wang Xin.
"Can you do it faster?"
The two of them headed straight for the wedding scene: "People from the bureau and the bomb disposal experts are all there, don't worry."
She was not worried about anyone else, but Uncle Zhuo. No one knew where he was now. The one who was at the scene must be that person.
Four minutes! Ouyang rushed to the sealed-off scene. Zhuo Qiang didn't come out, so she rushed in.
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