Chapter 612

Lin Qingwan's mobile phone calls Gu mingshe's phone. She shouts inside, "help me to call the police. I have a fire in the clothing store in the city center."

The mobile phone is getting hotter and hotter, and the screen starts to be scalded. You can hear Gu Mingshu shouting something anxiously inside. However, Lin Qingwan can't hear anything. As soon as her hand aches, she subconsciously throws away the hot mobile phone in her hand.

Zhang Xiuhua also took out his mobile phone and called several times, which was the same. Without saying a few words, the mobile phone broke down.

In fact, both of them knew that it was useless to make a phone call. If there was a fire here, someone must have called the police, but where could they wait for the rescue.

Because she inhaled a lot of smoke, she felt dizzy and suffocated. As soon as she was soft, she fell to the ground.

Lin Qingwan covered the wet step on her mouth and nose with one hand, pulled her up from the ground with one hand, and called out to her, "Mr. Zhang, hold on, I'll send you away."

The hot temperature around them makes the sweat evaporate, and then the sweat evaporates again.

They consume a lot of water in their bodies.

Zhang Xiuhua looks around blankly and leaves? How can I get out of here?

With a decision in her heart, Lin Qingwan pushed Zhang Xiuhua to the wall, found a window and pushed it open.

The wind poured in, which made people feel a little comfortable, but immediately made the fire inside more fierce, as if finding fuel.

"Mr. Zhang, wait here. Don't move!"

Lin Qingwan dropped this sentence and looked for the goods around him. Most of the goods were burned. Finally, he found a box of goods, and the pants stacked neatly under them had not been burned.

She tied the knot quickly. This is the height of three floors. It should be possible to put Zhang Xiuhua on the ground.

The pants here are all high-quality goods. They are of good quality, and they are not easy to be torn off. She connected the trousers, like a long rope, and dragged them to Zhang Xiuhua's side.

"Mr. Zhang, you'll have to hold tight for a while." Lin Qingwan tied her trousers to Zhang Xiuhua and motioned her to climb up the window sill.

Zhang Xiuhua was surprised a lot, "Miss Lin, what do you do?"

"I'm ok. Don't worry about me," Lin Qingwan called out. "Remember to hold on to these pants and I'll let you down."

She really likes Zhao Xiuhua. She is a simple elder sister. If she is a sinister and treacherous person, she may try to leave by herself, but she can't watch this simple peasant entrepreneur have an accident here.

Besides, there is only one way to get out of here. Someone has to stay upstairs and grab the rope with pants. Zhang Xiuhua, who can't climb, doesn't know how to go downstairs.

Zhang Xiuhua left tears in the corner of her eyes, but was immediately evaporated by the high temperature. Urged by Lin Qingwan again, she climbed to the windowsill.

Lin Qingwan firmly grasped one end of the rope in her hand and called to Zhang Xiuhua: "Mr. Zhang, hold on to the windowsill and let go slowly."

Zhang Xiuhua listened to Lin Qingwan's words and gradually appeared outside the building.

Lin Qingwan tied the pants in her hands to her arm and lowered them a little bit. As Zhang Xiuhua approached the ground gradually, the gravity was increasing. Lin Qingwan tied the pants as a rope to her waist and pulled them back desperately. She was afraid that Zhang Xiuhua would fall down as soon as she let go.

Lin Qingwan felt that her waist was almost broken. She gritted her teeth and tried to bear it. Then the strength in her hand was light. She was suddenly frightened and ran to the window to look down.

The connected trousers have been burned from the middle, but Zhao Xiuhua is not high from the ground, falling on the ground is hurt at most.

Lin Qingwan couldn't see what was going on. The fire surrounded her. At this time, a strong wind blew, and the fire inside was suppressed for a second. However, she rushed forward with stronger momentum and ran in the direction of the window.

Lin Qingwan's whole body was dripping with sweat, layer by layer adhered to his body, and the hair on his skin seemed to be burning, burning with pain. Her eyes have been unable to see things, only a piece of red, breathing more and more difficult, every breath will drive the heart in the tearing pain.

"Miss Lin, Miss Lin, hold on!" From the bottom of the building came Zhang Xiuhua's shouts. She began to cry.

In order to save her, Lin Qingwan left herself in the fire.

At this time, Lin Qingwan has no strength, serious hypoxia, let her in front of a burst of dizziness, she staggered in a direction.

No, she can't die here. She still has a lot of things to deal with. She has to find LAN Chengye to avenge the dead blue family owner.

And Huang fei'er, all this is her instigator, can't let her plot succeed.

There is also Gu mingshe, the man who is always arguing with her.

A gentle smile appeared in her eyes.

Chen Tianyi!If he knew his situation at this time, he must be very anxious!

One face after another appeared in front of Lin Qingwan, as if he had a hallucination, and a slight smile appeared in the corner of his mouth.

Even if you jump out of the window, you may still be alive. It's better than burning here.

Lin Qingwan looked around aimlessly, but her eyes couldn't open. Maybe she was stuck by sweat, or she didn't have any strength.

Her feet a soft, people straight down on the ground, any sound and scene have disappeared.

Outside the sound of ambulances and fire engines, surrounded by people, are frightened to see the smoke rolling windows.

The fire engine sprayed water on the upper floor, but it didn't do any good. The whole building burned up and the air changed shape in the heat wave.

A black car came running and the screeching brake stopped.

Gu Minghe came down from the car in a hurry. A middle-aged man from the public family came over in a hurry, "second master."

Gu Minghe looked at the fireworks upstairs and asked in a hurry: "have the people inside been rescued?"

"Second master, I'm sorry, the fire is too big to control." The middle-aged man had no choice but to say: "our people rushed to the inside several times, were blocked by the fire, and the iron door has been deformed, unable to open for a time, can only think of other ways."