My mind was so confused that I knelt down on the ground. Suddenly, a figure on the side flashed. Before we could react, we saw the stuffy oil bottle rush to the front of the fire room and roll into the space under the stilt building. The fat man and I were shocked, you know, in such an unprotected situation into the fire, is absolutely severe burns, no mercy to say. It doesn't mean that you will be fine if you don't touch the fire. The temperature in the center of the fire is as high as thousands of degrees, and you will be ripe in an instant if you stay inside. The fat man immediately shouted for help! He and I rushed over immediately, and when we were five or six meters close to the house, the boiling heat wave came to us. My fine hair was immediately curled, and my eyebrows and hair made a snapping sound. I gritted my teeth to hold back the burning pain of my skin, rushed to the edge of the house, squatted down, and immediately found that it was impossible to get in. The high temperature inside was like the breath of a fire dragon. I lay down to see that there was wet mud on the ground, and the stuffy oil bottle was covered with wet mud and was climbing in. We couldn't take a closer look. We couldn't open our eyes because of the heat wave, so we had to roll and crawl out. The fireman next to us rushed up and pulled us. As soon as he was helped up, he heard a loud noise of things collapsing in the fire, and then the stuffy oil bottle rolled out from the space of the stilt. With white smoke all over his body, he stumbled up and ran towards us. Someone immediately went up and splashed water on him. Someone on the side said he was crazy. I rushed over and saw that he was covered with mud under the house. I don't know if he was burned or not,artificial coconut palm trees, but I could see that his left hand was covered with black ash in several places. It was obvious that he had gone all out with his hand. I scold: You don't want to live! The fat man picked him up and asked, "How's it going?" His face was expressionless. "It's all burned," he said coldly. Then he looked at the people who were busy fighting the fire. "It was all kerosene, and even the floor was burned through." The meaning of this action is self-evident, the fat man also looked at the person who put out the fire, looked at me with a bad face: "Xiao Wu, it seems that there is something wrong with this village.". www.ifanshu.com I looked at the stuffy oil bottle and had no time to think about it. Someone on the side shouted to me,faux ficus tree, "Take him to the village office to find a doctor. The burns can be big or small. No one lives in that house. How can you learn to save people?" We found an onlooker to lead the way. After taking the stuffy oil bottle to the village office, the child asked me to stay and he went to call the doctor. I remembered that I was still afraid just now, and I couldn't help complaining about the stuffy oil bottle. The fat man told me to stop annoying people and be careful not to be heard. I just shut up, my heart was a little out of breath, and I didn't know what to say. The stuffy oil bottle did not seem to care about the wound on the body at all, just stood there in a daze, not knowing what to think, and the atmosphere solidified. I don't want to describe this kind of depression. No one thought it would happen. If I had known this, I would rather have been caught and beaten on the spot than go in and see it first. It's too late to say anything now. It took four hours to put out the fire. Many people were burned. Soon after, a barefoot doctor came to treat the wounds of the wounded with herbs. As soon as the stuffy oil bottle was checked, it was fine, probably because of the underground silt insulation. Although his burns were many, they were not serious. Only his left hand was burned a little badly. The barefoot doctor seemed to have seen strong winds and waves, silk ficus tree ,fake ficus tree, and was not nervous. He slowly gave them herbal medicine, saying that as long as he insisted on changing the dressing, there would be no scar left. Mountain fires are frequent here in summer, and villagers have had a lot of experience with burns since ancient times. Several of us did not speak, and when we returned to Ah Gui's house to wash, my eyebrows and hair were scorched straight down. It's horrible. The stuffy oil bottle fell into complete silence, and the room was filled with the strange smell of burn herbs, which was very unpleasant. I blamed the fat man a little and told him that if he hadn't said he would come back first, we would have gone in and taken out the pictures directly, and there would be no such thing now. The fat man got angry and said, "How can you blame him? Since someone set the fire, we must have been targeted, and the accident will happen sooner or later.". It's an old house this time. If we see the picture, they may be burning us. And at that time, no one would bite the bullet and go in. It was too bold for you to climb into someone's room in broad daylight. I was also sulking, and I really couldn't blame the fat man, but when the fat man said that, I was so angry that I resisted the impulse to quarrel with him and hit my head against the wall a few times before it eased a little. The fat man gave a tut and said to me, "I don't think we can do anything about this. I guess his mother has already designed it. Otherwise, we can't be so unlucky.". The madman who stole the box, I think it may have been installed by someone else, and also by the group of arsonists. You think he made a lot of noise when he stole the box, and he deliberately knocked on the floor to get our attention, which must be to draw us out. He paused. "Then his accomplices are outside. As soon as we go out and see them, we will not dare to go in again. As soon as we leave, they will set fire to the house." Damn it, that's what's going on. That makes sense. I nodded. So they should have found us at the last minute and lured us out in a hurry. If they had known about our plan, they would have taken measures long ago. They would not have been so eager and extreme. If that's the case, it's probably the villagers who were watching us on the hillside. Who are they? I've never met them, and they shouldn't know me. They certainly don't know what we're looking for. If they know we're looking for pictures, they can just take them away and burn them. They don't need to burn the whole house. The fat man said, "But these people are not smart. When they show their faces, I don't believe we can't do anything about them.". Do you remember what they looked like? I have some vague impression, but such a long distance can not be recognized, there must be some difficulties, so I can not help sighing. If the stuffy oil bottle had not suddenly remembered the box, we would have seen the picture directly, and this would not have happened, but in this way, the box would be buried under the charred ruins and never come to the fore. I'm a little relieved to think that we didn't fail completely. There was no way out, and as soon as the house burned down, I knew one thing: someone in the village must know something,fake blossom tree, and it wouldn't be a common thing, anyway, it was a clue. hacartificialtree.com