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010 Burning Corpse Night Mass Grave

Life itself is a painful thing. Life refuses freedom and dullness. Therefore, "Life is precious, and love is more valuable. If it is for freedom, both can be thrown away." Therefore, "mundaneness is happiness."

Life will never allow you to be happy for too long. When you are happy and complacent, you must be careful. The pain mailed to you by life has already arrived at your door.

Life won't let you suffer for too long. If you suffer enough, life will put you to sleep, let you dream, and then wake you up when you least want to wake up.

The cold drizzle made Mo Buxiao wake up from his coma. Looking at the Quanjude roast duck that fell to the ground, and the ruins a mile away, Mo Buxiao felt like he was in another world.

The coldness of the raindrops on my face is real, and the bursts of pain from my fists covered with blood and scabs are also real.

The sharp pain in my chest was real, and the thick smell of blood in my throat and mouth was also real.

Then everything in front of you should also be real.

The sky collapsed and the earth collapsed, and sixty-eight buildings were destroyed in an instant. The piles of ruins like hills in front of us seemed to express how completely the collapse was.

When the house collapsed, it was the time for every household to make dinner. Almost everyone was in their own room. The cook was cooking, the person doing homework was doing homework, and the person watching TV was watching TV. This sudden and tragic disaster had a great impact on

What does it mean to them?

When his eyes turned red, he almost burst into tears. After sobbing a few times, he suddenly ran forward, crying and shouting: "Don't die, you don't want to die..."

His running speed is astonishing, faster and more agile than a horse running on the grassland.

The entire Honghua New City has been completely reduced to ruins. The tall buildings no longer exist, and the broken walls have piled up into hills. Under the broken bricks and cement, you can actually see pools of minced meat and bodies.

Incomplete body.

The smell of blood assaulted your nostrils, and it seemed that this place was a slaughterhouse and had become a hell on earth.

The police arrived unexpectedly quickly. Hundreds of police officers, fully armed, quickly set up a cordon and used electric batons and water cannons to keep the surrounding people at bay.

There is only one community in Honghua New City nearby. Those who want to enter despite the police's violence are usually residents of the community. Some of them come home late because they work overtime, and some eat early.

We happened to be taking a walk outside the community during dinner. In any case, they became one of the few survivors of this disaster.

The survivors are not lucky. Seeing their loved ones killed is more painful than dying themselves.

The police did not let the survivors enter the cordon because of the danger. It was indeed dangerous inside. A small vibration would cause more collapses. Bricks, cement, and corpses would roll down together, and new corpses would be exposed.

I don't know who cried first, then more people screamed and cried, and then there were people who fainted and fell to the ground while crying.

It was getting dark, and the police turned on the emergency lights and carried the unconscious man to the grass aside.

Soon, the ambulance arrived with dazzling lights. The doctors did not enter the cordon, but carried the fainted people into the ambulance and left.

The rain was getting heavier and faster in the night. The cold rain poured down from the sky like basin after basin, soaking people's clothes.

The rain washed the piles of high ruins, and the rainwater formed streams flowing down from the piles of bricks and stones. The water in the streams was red, blood red.

More than 20 large trucks rushed in amid the sound of rain, and the shrill lights crossed every pale or cold face. The rain in the lights was like a sharp arrow. From the car

More than 200 armed police officers jumped out and expanded the cordon in a circle.

A chubby colonel walked up to the police leader and exchanged greetings for a while. He held a loudspeaker and shouted: "Folks, folks, please be quiet! We are from the Baiyun City 101 rescue team, and we are here to participate in disaster relief. This

This accident caused a huge disaster. We are all sad about this, and we understand everyone's feelings very well. However, rescue is a highly professional matter, and we cannot provide substantial help here. On the contrary, we may give

Rescue brings obstacles! Please get on the train, we have prepared accommodation and food for you! Please cooperate with our work, we will do our best to organize the rescue and tell everyone the news in time. The rescue motorcycle is here

We are about to arrive, please cooperate with our work, thank you!"

As the colonel spoke, military police came up and pulled the residents into the trucks one by one.

Mo Buxiao was unwilling to get into the car, but he was held up by three or four strong military policemen and carried into the car. Maybe they were right, and they couldn't help much by staying here. Maybe they should wait for professional rescue.

Wait for the accident investigation team to arrive, and be mentally prepared to accept any outcome if necessary - this is what the experts on TV teach people.

The truck started quickly, the motor roared, and the speed quickly exceeded one hundred and sixty yards.

Although there were waves of fear and uneasiness in his heart, Mo Buxiao could only force himself to calm down. For some reason, the scene of tall buildings collapsing to the ground that he saw with his own eyes today appeared in Mo Buxiao's dream. He described this dream

I told my parents, but they were busy with their own affairs and didn't care about such a ridiculous dream.

What will be the next result? Mo Buxiao felt chills all over his body, couldn't help but hugged his arms tightly and huddled in the corner.

No one in the car spoke or cried. Everyone was deep in thought. The raindrops pattered on the roof of the truck, and the cold wind poured into the car through the gaps in the canvas, making the whole body wet.

The people were trembling.

Mo Buxiao has a strong body and extremely powerful energy hidden deep in his body, so he has never known what cold feels like.

But at this time, the icy coldness penetrated his whole body, but the coldness did not come from outside the body, but from the heart. It was really cold to the heart.

The motorcade stopped next to a huge stadium. There were staff members standing at the door of the stadium holding umbrellas, shouting for people on the bus to enter the stadium.

In the gymnasium, twenty rows of simple beds were laid out neatly. Each row had forty-five beds, totaling nine hundred beds.

The bed was very simple, with no bed frame, just a layer of sponge mats on the floor, and then sheets and quilts. But no one cared about this. Everyone numbly listened to the staff's arrangements and queued at the door to receive the government-issued tickets.

Things: a number plate, a set of cheap autumn clothes, two buckets of instant noodles.

Mo Buxia found his bed by pressing the number plate, and sat on the ground beside the bed for a while. Then he heard the staff shouting loudly. They seemed to ask everyone to put on dry autumn clothes. The men and women sat on the bed and took off their clothes.

Put on your own clothes and pants and put on autumn clothes.

At this time, who would think about the difference between men and women? Everyone has lost their usual spirit and speech, and they are like walking zombies who have lost their souls.

Mo Buxiao felt that he was one of the walking dead. People were so weak and vulnerable in the face of disaster.

I took the instant noodles to the end of the gymnasium to get some boiling water, and ate a few mouthfuls. I really had no appetite, so I threw the instant noodles aside, fell on the bed, pulled the quilt over, and fell asleep.

On one side of the city, on the ruins of the original Honghua New City, giant excavators and bulldozers rolled over the ruins over and over again in the harsh roar. The bodies in the ruins, whether they were lifeless or not, were

He was thrown into a huge pit. When the ruins were flattened by machines, the huge pit was filled with corpses.

All road sections within five kilometers around the ruins are blocked, and no vehicles except special vehicles are allowed to enter.

A total of 14,896 corpses. According to the latest household statistics of Honghua New City, there are 15,665 people living in the community, and there are only 769 survivors!

Fifteen barrels of 500kg gasoline were transported to the ruins, and then lifted one by one by a crane and poured onto the 14,896 human bodies in the pit. The strong smell of gasoline filled the air, making people dizzy.

Everyone retreated a mile away. As a military policeman with a cold face pressed the button in his hand, a huge fire swept through the billowing smoke and swallowed up the huge pit filled with human bodies. The fire light covered all the people within a three-mile radius.

Everywhere was as bright as day.

Smelling the smell of burnt meat, the policemen who had thrown the bodies in the rubble into mass graves bent down, knelt on the ground, and vomited desperately...

There seemed to be extremely shrill screams coming from the burning pit, and those guys with blood on their hands couldn't help but feel waves of coldness on their bodies...

With a sound of "Ah——", a slightly fat policeman fell to the ground, his whole body convulsed, and spit out streams of black fishy liquid from his mouth. The ambulance personnel were too scared to step forward. In less than a minute,

The policeman could no longer move...

It is said that the fire in the corpse pit burned for five days.

The next days were spent in long waiting.

I have nothing to do every day, I am confused every day, I am always paying attention to the reports on the rescue work on the 3D TV on the wall, and eating, drinking, and eating are restricted to the gymnasium... Mo Buxiao deeply realizes that waiting is the most important thing in the world.

Painful things.

There was no substantial news, and no more survivors were brought here. Mo Buxiao noticed that only a little more than half of the 900 beds were occupied.

Six days later, a long "List of Victims and Survivors" was delivered to the stadium.

It was extremely quiet in the gymnasium. More than 700 people did not make a sound. It was eerily quiet. Three staff read the names of the survivors twice, but there was no name of Mr. Chen and his wife. With the last glimmer of hope, I listened attentively to the staff.

The names of the victims.

"Wang Yi, Meng Jianying, Wang Tong... Mo Yuanqing, Huang Ying..."

Mo Buxiao was stunned for a moment, his six-year-old body shook, but he did not fall down after all.

Let's check again. We walked to the huge 3D TV and saw the densely packed names on the "Victim List" page, including "Mo Yuanqing" and "Huang Ying". Everyone looked at the gloomy sky outside the stadium with a smile.

A smile appeared on the pale face, but a pair of big eyes were full of sadness, disappointment and anger. His throat was rumbling, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out like a gorgeous fire tree and silver flowers.

land.

He didn't understand why this was the result. Hundreds of police and professional rescue teams worked for a whole week, but not a single survivor was rescued from the ruins! He didn't believe that there would be such a disaster in this world!

Mo Buxiao has long understood that the vitality of human beings is even stronger than ants in rotten wood. Some people can survive even after being buried underground for dozens of days. Why are there more than 15,000 people, except for those who have such and such reasons?

Those who were not at the scene for some reason and survived, all the others were killed?!

Thinking about the possible reasons, Mo Buxiao trembled all over, not because of fear, but because of anger and despair!

Despair for a world that treats human life as nothing, anger for a profit society full of conspiracy...

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