Chapter 1985

Cloud painting subconsciously took a step back.

Her hands were shaking.

She kept shaking her head.

No, no, no, no, it can't be

No way.

No way!

Cloud painting back and forth, clearly there is no barrier behind, but she is stunned that her left foot caught her right foot, and the whole person suddenly lost her balance and fell down!

What a coincidence, this fall, she fell into a pile of completely burning materials, originally still maintain a little prototype of the ashes, completely smashed, dust flying.

"Cough..."

"Cough, cough..."

Cloud painting was choked and coughed, and her eyes were fascinated by dust, but she was stunned Leng is unable to stand up!

Numbness, cold hands and feet, completely lost touch.

It took her a long time to recover her consciousness.

She sat up abruptly and sprawled to the heat-proof blanket three or two steps away.

For the first time, she took a close look at the blackened mass.

When she first crawled out of the "sleeping bag" made of thermal insulation and explosion-proof blanket, she saw the mass blackened, but she didn't pay much attention to it. She thought it was the black substance condensed after the scorched mineral water bottle melted or other things burnt.

She didn't even think that it might be It could be a person!

It could be Han Fangzhou!

Cloud painting reached out to touch the scorched black.

But Her hands were shaking. She didn't dare.

She dare not!

No, no, no, it won't be Han Fangzhou.

That group of scorched black, there is no human shape at all. How can it be the Korean ark? It is impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible!

Maybe it's

Maybe it's the blonde white man!

But

Yunhua looks up slightly and looks at the location of the blonde man she killed in her memory

There, too, was a mass of scorched black, and a deformed gun.

Cloud painting slowly back to the line of sight, again looking at the front of this group of scorched black.

It's not materials. After the materials are completely burned, only ashes are left. It won't be like this Regiment.

Cloud painting shaking hands, to touch the group of scorched black.

One touch makes one know.

The skin, muscles and blood vessels become carbonized after excessive combustion.

Buried in the middle is the skull.

Her hand trembled slightly, very light and light "click".

Cloud painting in amazement.

It was

It's the spine, the position of the cervical spine.

"PATA."

Cloud painting finally saw, curled up in the middle of the skull, fell down

She also saw the phalanx.

The completely charred phalanx is bent and clings to the edge of the sleeping bag made of explosion-proof heat insulation blanket

Cloud painting in the mind of a flash of that picture.

She was knocked unconscious by him, he put on a breathing mask, he put enough oxygen into her arms, let her hold. Then, she was wrapped tightly with explosion-proof insulation blanket from head to toe, leaving no gap.

And then

The fire spread.

He had nowhere to hide, but to lean on her side and hold on to her tightly.

There was a chill on the cloud's face.

She didn't know when the tears were shed.

After a moment of silence, cloud painting trembled and madly searched.

Finally, in the dark, found a small metal card

Holding the metal card tightly, the last hope was dashed.

That's the identity plate that every soldier on a special mission will have. When they sacrifice their identity in a mission and can't confirm their identity, this special coded metal card will become their identification device.

If this brand falls into the hands of others, it may just feel like an ornament. Only one of us knows that it is an identity plate.

Cloud painting has seen Bo Siqing's identity plate, which is about the size and shape of this one. There is no real name on it, only a code name

The cloud painting trembled and wanted to hold up the blackened mass. However, the over Carbonized muscles and bones would be broken at the touch, just like the burnt out carbon.

Why

Why save her?

Why not save yourself?

Cloud painting looks around

She suddenly remembered that before Han Fangzhou told her that Bo Si Qing had chosen a dead road, the temperature in the safe room had risen, the smoke and dust had been diffused in, the metal deformation caused the electronic lock to fail, the door was opened a little bit, and the fire was all over the sky.

What was Han Fangzhou doing at that time?

She suggested pouring water on her body and rushing out of the fire because there was no other way.But what is Han Fangzhou doing?

He searched among the supplies.

She was not in the mood to care about what he was looking for at that time. She was full of brains and occupied by the boss!

Now think about it, he was looking for explosion-proof insulation blanket.

Yun Hua did not estimate the current situation, but Han Fangzhou came in from the outside. He was very aware of the current situation outside. He also knew that it was unrealistic to run out with water on his body. He also knew that the temperature in the safe room was constantly rising, and people could not hold on for long. Once the fire spread It's hopeless!

So he was looking for an explosion-proof insulation blanket.

He found it.

There is only one

Then he told her the choice of Bo Si Qing, a dead end.

She's going to find Bo Si Qing. She's willing to die with him. At that time, Han Fangzhou could completely ignore her and let her rush out to find her death

But he didn't.

He knocked her out.

Then, he used the only explosion-proof insulation blanket on her.

Yunhua's hand held the metal plaque and pressed it hard on her heart. At that position, she trembled with pain and almost choked.

What a fool!

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Why save her?

She didn't have such a persistent belief in living, and when she knew that Bo Siqing would die, she didn't want to live. So let her die. Why save her?

Why give her his only hope of survival?

For the first time, cloud painting knew that people's hearts would hurt so much. When the pain reached the extreme, it was impossible to call out

……

Biting her lips, she cut off the explosion-proof heat insulation blanket, and carefully put his charred, shrunken and deformed corpse on the explosion-proof blanket. The bones and the carbonized muscle tissue are easily smashed.

She worked hard to pick it up and wrap it up.

At this time, a metal tube of more than ten centimeters fell out of the burning black. What is this?

Take out the cloud painting and identify it carefully.

This is A pen all the time?

The pattern on it, the shape, this is It's It was a pen she gave him back then!

He didn't give it to him alone, but he sent several students. Some of them were notebooks, some were CDs, some were books, some were Pen.

For so many years, he has kept it and carried it with him all the time

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