The time returned for eight hours, and the development zone exploded and the whole city was burning.

In the chaos and panic of the whole city, Qiu Chaoyong's car slowly drove forward. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were red, as if he was about to shed tears.

Ding Yao sat in the passenger seat and gently took off her sunglasses, "Brother Chaoyong, have we done too much this time?!"

"Excessive?" Qiu Chaoyong said, facing the tragic phenomenon in front of him, his lips trembled slightly, and his eyes blinked nervously a few times.

He recharged the accelerator desperately and the car drove out of the city quickly.

In the heavy fog, the red and blue police lights did not decrease, but increased everywhere. Red and blue police cars drove to the hospital and to every corner of the city... In this cold early winter, in this chaotic city, the two cold colors of red and blue represent warmth, represent peace, and even represent life and hope...

Qiu Chaoyong remained silent, Ding Yao stopped talking. She put on her sunglasses again, and the sadness in her eyes disappeared completely.

"Well, no." The car drove all the way to the People's Hospital in the suburbs and was about to leave the city, but Qiu Chaoyong felt the red and blue killing, "No, no."

"What's wrong?" Ding Yao looked at Qiu Chaohong. In the heavy fog, the red and blue colors in the suburbs did not decrease, but increased.

Qiu Chaoyong's mouth was tugging like a nerve. After pulling it a few times, his whole face became vivid, and then a burst of laughter broke out in the carriage.

Ding Yao knew his personality and did not interrupt or ask questions, just waited for him to calm down and said it himself.

"They, they are not affected!" Qiu Chaoyong burst into tears, "With such a big explosion, the police are still guarding the intersection. They should go to the hospital and go to the most chaotic place! Rescue, rescue, and solve the case!"

Ding Yao looked at the red and blue police lights in front and lowered a gap in the car window. The conversation between the two outside was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred.

“… Check, accent? What accent?…Foreign accent? Which country…”

The intermittent conversation made Ding Yao feel cold on her face and her heart sank. She looked at Qiu Chaoyong. The neurotic smile on Qiu Chaoyong's face disappeared, and was replaced by a confident smile.

The front of the car slowly turned around, "They want to catch us, Qiu Chaoyong with a Korean accent? That's impossible! I've said a long time ago, wait until my soul is placed in heaven." Qiu Chaoyong honked the horn fiercely, as if he was about to take an oath.

...

The cars were walking through the fog. In the chaotic city, there were cars, people everywhere, smoke everywhere, and anxious and angry faces everywhere...

At the most dangerous moment, we need to watch over each other.

The most tragic moment is the most necessary to keep warm.

Ding Yao raised her sunglasses to her head, and she suddenly shouted, "Stop, stop." An old man was blocking the car anxiously on the side of the road. Qiu Chaoyong looked at her. Ding Yao's hand was directly on the steering wheel, and the car stopped slowly.

"Comrade, can you help? The taxi are full of passengers. Can you carry me to save my wife?" The old man looked sad and tears. The young couple is always with companionship. The concern for his wife in the explosion area deeply touched Ding Yao.

"Get into the car." She answered immediately without waiting for Qiu Chaoyong to answer.

The old man got into the car with a grateful face. His hands tightly grabbed the backrest of the seat, and his turbid eyes just looked at the foggy front.

Almost all the private cars in the city were rushing to the area where the accident happened. As a citizen, he spontaneously participated in the rescue.

Taxis in the whole city have also been mobilized spontaneously. They no longer raise prices when snow or holiday prices, which make people point at the back and scold them. Instead, they rush to wherever there is danger, and rush to wherever there is need, and rush to wherever there is need!

Ding Yao looked at Qiu Chaoyong, "If I were in the explosion area, could you come and save me?"

Qiu Chaoyong didn't say anything, but just put his hand on hers, and the car drove faster in the fog.

"Uncle, don't worry, God will bless you." Ding Yao looked at the old man behind, and the old man nodded with tears in his eyes.

The car was no longer able to drive to the front of the plastic factory. It was crowded with private cars and taxis, and also with family members who came to find their relatives.

"Uncle, get out of the car." Ding Yao pushed open the car door and pulled the old man up. In the thick fog, she pulled the old man toward the explosion area.

The air was filled with a pungent smell, and it was messy everywhere, and it was full of tragedy everywhere. Ding Yao's eyes dodged. She didn't dare to look at the tragic phenomenon in this world again, for fear that it would become a nightmare for the rest of her life.

"Ding Chunmei, Ding Chunmei!" The old man called anxiously, searching anxiously.

"Is the uncle here?" The old man's wife's surname is Ding, which made Ding Yao feel that this is a kind of fate, a destined fate in the dark.

"It's here, my wife called me, she said it's here, she said her legs were overwhelmed by a tree..." The old man looked around, tears were already flowing on his face.

"Ding Chunmei, Ding Chunmei!" A silent force led the old man to continue walking forward, "Ding, Chunmei... wife, I am here..." The old man was so excited that he was at a loss. He walked forward with trembling hands and feet, "Where is your cell phone, where is your cell phone?"

An old lady was sitting on the side of the road, her legs were red and she was moaning in pain.

"I can't find my phone anymore, so I still borrowed a phone to make a call," the old lady seemed to be unable to hold on for long. Ding Yao quickly stepped forward and tried hard to help the old lady up, but her slender arms could not hold on to such weight.

"I'll do it." In the heavy fog, Qiu Chaoyong rushed over. Ding Yao looked at him, his eyes were wet, and he still did not give up and ignore him.

"Thank you, thank you." The old lady leaned on Qiu Chaoyong's back, and Ding Yao followed behind her, holding the old man who was also grateful and ran towards the car outside.

But the old man and the old lady didn't know that Mr. Qiu, the enthusiastic citizen whom they thanked, was the initiator and culprit of the explosion!

...

The hospital is already overcrowded.

As soon as they got off the car, a nurse pushed the car and quickly came up. Qiu Chaoyong put the old lady on the cart, "Okay, I'm at the hospital, it's safe now."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, otherwise our house will collapse now." The old man kept bowing to Qiu Chaoyong and Ding Yao. Ding Yao hurriedly helped the old man up, but Qiu Chaoyong seemed to smile with a clear conscience.

"Are you private car owners?" The two were saying goodbye to the old man, and suddenly, a microphone reached in front of them.

Ding Yao was stunned, and the old man immediately said gratefully, "Yes, they are good people, and they don't know each other, so they drove a car to help me find my wife back from it. Good people, good people..."

"Can you interview you?" The beautiful female host has now taken off her suit and dressed in work clothes, and directly reached the microphone in front of Qiu Chaoyong.

The camera also aimed at Qiu Chaoyong, but Ding Yao's heart suddenly shrank. She felt that it was not the camera lens, but the black muzzle.

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