Chapter 391: rescue scene
On the other side, Su Ci left the courtyard and walked towards the entrance of the village.
He left overnight, tossing and turning all the way, until it was almost ten o'clock in the night, and finally arrived at the airport.
Sitting at the airport full of modern facilities, completely different from the simplicity of the farmyard, the boy's embarrassment seemed to slow down a little.
The nearest flight back to City A is at three in the morning.
Su Ci bought the ticket, and ate something to bolster his stomach. After all this was done, there were still four hours before the plane took off.
He was very calm, as if the person who almost cried a moment ago was not himself. He went out to the airport, called a car, and found a room at the nearest hotel to rest.
Everything went smoothly, and I never faced the setbacks of Mu Haoshi again.
Sitting in the taxi, he looked blank and stared blankly at the moonlight outside the window.
Until the sound of sizzling came from the radio station that was originally playing music, followed by the host's slightly dignified voice: "Now a news is inserted, two hours ago, there was a landslide in the village of XX, which coincided with the annual bonfire of the local villagers. There were a lot of tourists at the party, and what can be confirmed at present is that two tourists happened to belong to the landslide center when the landslide happened…”
"...It was too dark, which brought great difficulties to the rescue work, and there was a stampede incident when you retreated. Now the specific casualties are still being counted..."
"It's a sin... This is the middle of the night..." The driver muttered a few words.
Su Ci suddenly returned to his senses. When he heard the location of the incident, his body was shaking. He said, "Master, go over there, go to that village."
The driver looked back at him in surprise: "Young man, you're crazy..."
The boy who was originally cold and alienated suddenly said sharply: "Turn around! I'll pay you how much you want! You can't go! How much will your car cost if you don't go! I'll buy it!"
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Five minutes later, the car turned around and headed towards the village where the landslide occurred.
At 1:30 in the morning, Su Ci returned to the village. He rushed to the rented farmyard and pushed in the door: "Su Ce! Mu good!"
But no one answered him, and the entire courtyard was empty.
Heart sank, he ran out of the courtyard.
It was late at night, and the road was full of people, reporters, tourists, aboriginal people, and rescue workers. Knowing the specific location of the landslide from their mouths, Su Ci went all the way.
Until they reached the venue where the party was held, the outermost periphery had been cordoned off, indicating that the danger zone ahead could not be penetrated.
As if he hadn't seen it, he lifted the bright yellow warning line and bent over to enter.
It was busy inside, and the rescuers were working intensively. Someone saw him and stopped him: "I can't go there, there is danger ahead."
Su Ci was in a panic all his life. He seemed to grab a life-saving straw: "Have you seen a boy who looks exactly like me with a very beautiful girl? They are also here for the party, have you seen them!"
There are people everywhere. At this time, who would pay attention to whether he is beautiful or not, but seeing the look on his face, the rescuers knew it, and they didn't say more, just said: "The treatment area is over there."
He pointed in a direction: "A person has been rescued, and there are a few passengers who were trampled unconscious. Go there and see if there is anyone you are looking for."
Su Ci didn't even have time to thank him, so he flew in the direction he pointed, only to feel the blood in his heart and lungs.
The rescue area was also in chaos, but there was only one place, surrounded by more than five rescuers.
Su Ci pulled them apart. When he saw the little girl who was covered in blood on the stretcher and was extremely embarrassed, his whole body seemed to have been taken away. He sat down beside her as if in prostration, and held her hand tightly. :"well…"