Chapter 351 347. The End of Little People (4)

Author: Xifeng

[Remember, as long as the temperature is high to a certain extent, anything can be burned, anything! Don't think that it's okay to use some metal wire on the curtain on the stage. They will still be ignited, or even burn more than wood.

Soon, eventually become the coffin cloth for all victims!

——Brother General Pauling Ellale Malechel, commander of Paris Fire Brigade] [1]

December 2 at 20:25 15 minutes before the Paris Opera House catches fire

Operas are performed almost every day in the opera house, and sometimes ballet, symphony, musical (light opera), pedestrians, carriages, hawkers and other people all like to gather here, and daily congestion is the norm.

In order to maintain basic order, ZF often equips some personnel here, such as Patrolman Barnes, one of them.

He has been working in this position for 7 years at the age of 40. He watches the theater and listens to the cheers that are faintly visible in his ears, and gradually he feels a strange feeling. In his eyes, he has experienced renovations.

The Paris Opera House seems to have life, and is the most important partner besides working partners.

Today, Barnes and Mason, who is 10 years younger than him, do night shifts, and patrolled from 6 pm to 2 pm before leaving. Now the temperature is gradually falling during this period, which is the most idle and boring time.

"Three more came out, and they were almost half a venue. Today's first premiere was probably failed again." Ma Sen was cold and sleepy, and quickly brought himself a cigarette, "When can we go in and listen to it too."

Opera? Enjoy their life?"

"You're thinking too much." Barnes stood beside the oil lamp post, pinched his collar to block the cold wind, and looked like he could see through life. "Standing on the street is our job."

"I've seen several people go in before."

"They are different. They are not a miserable patrolman like us. They are also close to the Earl's relationship, so I won't talk about this." Barnes took the cigarette handed over by the other party and tried to take a few sips,"

This cigarette is convenient and you throw it away after smoking, but it is not as delicious as the pipe and it is too light."

Masen listened without a word, but he was thinking about his future.

He was still young and always wanted to climb up and see the world more often. Seeing people wearing the same uniform walking into the theater with laughter and laughter, while he could only blow the night wind outside, he felt resentful: "There must be a certain inside.

A lot of food, appetizing snacks, fruits, and maybe free big oysters!”

Barnes didn't know if the oysters were really free, but he only knew that he had an old problem and sent the cigarette back: "Don't think about this."

"Don't you think this is unfair?" Masen gently stamped his cold feet and kept rubbing his hands to keep warm. "We were blowing the air outside, but they went to eat, drink and have fun. Maybe there was something delicious inside.

Champagne, even if it’s not good, it’s okay. No matter how it is, it’s better than staying here.”

"You mean the kind of champagne that has been frozen? It hurts after drinking two sips of teeth?"

Hearing the ice cold, Ma Sen shivered: "Don't, stop talking! I'm frozen to death!!!"

"Hahaha, it's really windy today!"

There were many fires in theaters in the 19th century. More than 700 theaters around the world were burned by fires, and tens of thousands of victims were killed.

The main cause of the fire is the use of a large number of highly flammable wooden building materials, and the curtains, curtains, curtains and canvas coverings and highly flammable oily coatings are also accomplices of the fire. In addition, the lighting uses open flames, some

There is also gas supply, and once a fire catches, the entire theater will instantly turn into a flaming beast that devours everything.

The Paris Opera House was burned by a fire in 1781, and now it is a new rebuilt theater.

Due to technological limitations, the rebuilt theater still follows the old path in material selection.

But the Paris Fire Brigade, composed of Royal Engineers, was not idle. Since the end of the 18th century, they would defend outside the theater every time they performed the theater.

After more than 20 years of evolution, the firefighting in the street was replaced by fire posts. There were no less than three posts around the Paris Opera House. Firefighters in the post could arrive at the scene within 5 minutes with the help of telegrams.

Of course, it is not enough for people to set up a 4 cubic meter water pump unit in the theater, which leads to all parts of the hall from copper pipes.

The end of the copper tube is a downwardly bent leather tube, equipped with a nut connector, and a water gun tip. As long as a fire occurs, the security guards in the theater can use this system to quickly release water and extinguish the fire.

The system spent a lot of money and the effect was also very significant. The Paris Opera House has been rebuilt to date, but it has never caused a major disaster.

However, the whole 80 years of peacetime life has made this largest firefighting force in Europe a little slackened.

Some of Barnes and Mason's work overlaps with firefighters. If you look at the patrol system list fifty years ago, it will be recorded: [Patrols must always pay attention to whether there is a fire in the house. If you find it, you must immediately

Find water nearby to help put out the fire, and send fire alarm messages to the fire guards at the same time]

Unfortunately, the two of them have never encountered a decent fire in the past fifty years, and this system has become a decoration in their eyes.

20:38, two minutes before the Paris Opera House catches fire

The sound insulation materials in the 19th century were limited, and some vague music could always be heard outside the opera house. Even comic operas with straight lines often had soundtracks, so there would not be no sound at all.

In particular, the opera is divided into songs, and the music between the scenes is interrupted, but the music and lyrics in each scene should be very coherent. But the music came to an abrupt end shortly after the fourth act began, even if you haven't heard it before.

This new opera can also detect the strangeness inside.

"What's wrong?" Barnes just took the wine that Marson brought, and before he could drink it, he couldn't help looking at the theater, "Why has the music stopped?"

"Maybe there was a pause in the middle."

"No, no matter how random you do it, it won't be like this. How could you pinch out half of the music inexplicably?" Barnes felt strange and walked closer to the door, "No, now even the voices are

It's gone."

"What happened?"

"have no idea"

The old policeman's experience made him realize something was wrong, but it didn't turn into action. Barnes was stunned, not knowing what was happening inside, nor did he know that he should go in and ask whether he should stay in place or stand by.

Just as the two were still trying to discuss a few words, the theater suddenly became restless, just like the oil pan when the oil temperature just started to crackle.

The more Barnes thought about it, the more he felt strange. He walked up to find the attendant and guard at the door: "What happened inside? Why did the opera stop?"

"We don't know either."

"Can it be that the six people who came in just now had a problem while arresting people?" Masen tried to find a reasonable explanation, "If things get bigger, it's really not going to end well.

It's reasonable to stop."

"Possible"

Barnes was about to come forward to ask if he could enter the venue to see the situation, but there was a loud noise outside the theater. Then a heavy object wrapped in flames was thrown out and then it hit the street next to it.

On the stone road.

Only then did a terrible shouting sound come from the theater. The first audience who left began to flee with a little flame on their bodies, and at the same time they shouted in horror: "It's on fire! It's on fire!!!"

Also at 20:38, the third floor VIP private room in the theater

At this time, the kerosene lamp was broken and the flame fell on Aisile's puffy skirt. Safitte stepped forward and pushed the Earl's daughter into the arms of the two policemen. Then he broke the gourd as he did.

Two kerosene lamps, the third one, were not subdued by two policemen with fire until he was about to rush towards the fourth one at the door.

Unfortunately it was too late.

The 19th century was the peak of the skirt-flavoring trend. Eugenie led the Krinolin-style large skirt and became the first choice for all noble women. With a bra and a slim waist that was tied to the extreme, the girls at that time were all

Revealing the hourglass body shape. [2]

It would be fine if it was an ordinary citizen. They needed to sit in the audience seat, and the hem of the skirt was quite restrained, so some of them would simply change to a simpler skirt.

But the person in front of him is the daughter of a count, and her status does not allow her to be careless about her dress. There is also a lot of space in the VIP private room, the bird cage made of rattan, tinsel and whales hidden under her clothes.

The support will appear particularly exaggerated.

Whether it is these support or the multi-layer fabric covering it is generally flammable. Just a little bit of open flame can swallow the skirt, let alone bring kerosene.

In fact, the police uniforms and Saffit's coat were not inferior. Clothing made of cotton, linen and animal hair was ignited when it encountered fire, and the flames instantly spread in the crowded VIP private room.

Aisili was tied to a stolen rack, and soon burned her skin. She screamed shrillly, and relied on the circular venue that could accommodate more than 2,000 people, spread throughout the theater. The flames swept through her whole body.

The two policemen behind him were also unable to escape and were immediately surrounded by flames and became a fireman.

Others wanted to help put out the fire, but unfortunately, all the flammable materials around them were all used.

"It's on fire, bring water!!!"

Only then did the people realize that something big happened in the private room, and people stood up one by one to see what happened. After years of peace and stability, they numbed their nerves, and not many people realized the seriousness of the problem.

But as long as you stand in the corridor outside the private room on the third floor, you can see the terrifying flame.

Several firemen broke through the door and quickly came into contact with the wood panels and wallpaper on it. The oily paint on it increased the fire by two or three levels and began to spread to both sides.

At this time, Edward, who was still intimate with Sarana next door, also heard someone shouting about fire and wanted to come out to see the situation. Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, the flames were like a hungry tiger, and they rushed towards his body and became intimate.

touch.

The poor diplomat didn't have time to speak, but just shouted a few times, and the high temperature dried the moisture in his throat.

"What's wrong. Did someone shout about the fire just now?"

"Just knocked over the kerosene lamp, just a little flame, and it will be extinguished soon."

"What are you afraid of? I have to believe that the firefighters in the theater are all experienced and will be able to return to normal soon."

"I care more about the fraudster Miss Aisile just identified. How ugly is he, you guys, dare to bully the daughter of the Minister of Police?"

The ordinary audience was filled with luck. As long as you didn't see the flame, you would assume that it did not exist or pose a threat. It was not until the staff in the theater who were responsible for safety and hygiene shouted "Go away" with a water gun nozzle in their hands, they knew that

Danger came upon me.

Suddenly, the scene was boiling, not because of the unfinished "The Beautiful City" that had not yet been performed, nor because of the upcoming "The Mysterious Girl", but for the purpose of running for life.
To be continued...