The fast-traveling girl has no feelings for her

Chapter 575 The Day of Reincarnation ([-])
In Bashi at night, a fire broke out in an old-fashioned residential house located in an abandoned neighborhood, burning down a whole group of houses.

Many reporters who heard the news and came here to obtain first-hand news materials were blocked by yellow cordons before they got close to the location of the latest fire.

The ones who received the news earlier than these journalists were naturally the police officers in Bashi.

They were on the night shift, but when they received a report from a resident that the block was on fire, they quickly arranged for people to rush here.

Arriving here almost at the same time as them, there was also a carload of firefighters.

Those old police officers who have worked in the Bashi Police Department for a certain number of years recognized where this place was as soon as the car drove into this block.

When the first police car stopped, the three police officers who pushed open the door and stepped out of the car looked at the houses that were burned to the point of deformation and emitting twisted black smoke, and then looked at each other. A few glances.

All three are old police officers.

They all knew that this neighborhood used to be a gray area with considerable influence, and it was also a big cancer entrenched in the city of Baba.

If it wasn't for the new female mayor who took office a few years ago and spent a lot of money to eradicate the power of local snakes here, they probably wouldn't dare to come here easily now.

Because even if it is a policeman with a gun, the other party can't guarantee that he can escape from this place alive.

After the old police officers got out of the car, several young police officers who followed them also ran over to check the situation.

Due to the location where they parked, less than ten meters away from the fire point, the acrid smell mixed in the thick smoke kept penetrating into their nostrils, making their brains ache.

Among them was a young policeman with an allergic constitution who accidentally choked on a pungent smell.

"Cough cough...cough cough..."

He covered his nose with one uncomfortable hand, and massaged the front of his neck with the other hand, trying to relieve the discomfort in his body.

After coughing for a while, he finally recovered a little.

But the extremely unpleasant smell that he inhaled into his nose just now remained in his olfactory memory, lingering.

He rubbed his nose subconsciously, and complained, "God, what the hell did I smell just now? Why is this smell so bad?"

Several young police officers standing beside him shook their heads when they heard this, saying that they didn't know what the smell was.

However, the fact that the young people didn't know it didn't mean that the old police officers in front of them couldn't smell what it was.

If these young police officers have a few more years of experience, until they have witnessed the scene of thugs pouring gasoline on the living people and setting them on fire, or they watched their dead relatives being sent to the crematorium to burn After one scene, they would probably be able to guess what the smell of burnt grease wafting in the air meant.

It seems that someone died in this fire, and more than one.

The three old police officers who realized this at the same time all had heavy expressions on their faces.

While the firefighters not far away started to put out the fire, they immediately ordered a few young police officers to set up a cordon around the area to prevent citizens who watched the excitement or some tabloid reporters who liked to make up things from running in to make trouble.

Therefore, when a group of journalists came to the scene of the fire, they were greeted by the yellow cordons that had been pulled up.

Facing the blockade from the police department, some bold reporters directly bent down and passed through the warning lines blocking the road, rushed to a place closer to the fire scene, and quickly took a lot of shutters with their cameras.

Before he could check how many photos he had taken, a police officer who spotted him immediately came over to him.

The former was not in a hurry to run away. Instead, he directly took out the pen and paper on his body and started interviewing the young police officer who was walking towards him.

"Hello, Mr. Police Officer! Excuse me, what happened here?"

"Why is there a fire? Is someone setting the fire artificially? Has your police department found anything so far?"

The young policeman, who had been greeted in advance by the old policeman, did not reveal much information to the bold reporter.

He only said "everything is still under investigation", and then made a calm and courteous gesture, asking the reporter to go back outside the cordon.

At that time, on the outside of the cordon, some reporters were interviewing surrounding residents who were also attracted by the fire.

Some people said they heard a dull sound before seeing the flames appear.

It was also said that a large vehicle drove into the block at night, which may be related to the fire.

Some people also speculated that this block used to be a den of drugs and crimes, and it has not been completely peaceful until now. Maybe it was because of two groups of people fighting here, which led to the current tragedy.

However, the question that reporters are most concerned about is whether there were any casualties in the fire scene.

But the existence of the cordon and the silence of the police officers made them unable to find any real and usable clues. It seems that if they want to find out the truth, they may still have to go back to their own newspaper office and rely on the higher-ups to contact the police department. negotiated.

When the night gradually deepened and the flames of the abandoned blocks disappeared completely in the overwhelming water curtain, everything seemed to return to calm.

The scorched black ash residue mixed with the water droplets sprayed by the fire engine water gun turned into puddles of gray-white powder floating and flowing unknown liquid.

After the fire was extinguished, the firefighters evacuated one by one.

Looking at the mess left in front of them, a group of police officers from the police station gathered together and began to discuss the follow-up report.

At this time, in Meng City under the same night sky, Lin Shu was walking back to the office alone after dinner.

On the flat road, the doors of the shops on the left and right sides were closed.

Lin Shu was the only person walking on the road in front of her.

The night wind here is not as cold as in Bashi. She walked the night road without fear or rush, with her hands in the pockets of her coat, showing a bit of leisure.

As Lin Shu walked, she looked up at the sky from time to time.

The cloud cover is relatively thin tonight, and the moon has become a small bud, and the color is also hazy, as if a layer of ivory-colored gauze is placed on it.

Not long after, she returned to the office, closed the outer iron fence door and the inner glass door, and walked to the desk.

As expected, she would stay here for the rest of the evening to read the remaining files, and by the way, look for any clues Qiu sweater had left for her in other corners.

Lin Shu plunged into reading her work and completely forgot about the passage of time.

When she put the watch dial on the table and the hour hand was about to point to twelve o'clock, there was a strange noise outside the door of the law firm.

(End of this chapter)