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I know this fire is definitely not going to end anytime soon. It will be extinguished naturally only when all the corpses and souls are burned away. Ordinary water cannot stop it from continuing to burn.

Firefighters seemed troubled by this, too. Several people gathered around the fire truck discussed with each other and used walkie-talkies from time to time to communicate with other firefighters.

My parents just stood quietly with me and didn't speak. The aunt couldn't hold herself back. After asking a few onlookers around her about their situation, she yelled and tried to cross the cordon.

Immediately, police officers came forward to stop him.

"Comrade police, we live in this building. It's just downstairs. What's going on now? Will it burn to other places?"

"Firefighters are still putting out the fire. Even if it burns to other places, you can't go in. The most important thing is that everyone is fine." the police patiently advised.

"There are so many things at home." The aunt wanted to say something else.

"Forget it, forget it. It's okay as long as everything is fine. They are also thinking of a way." Her mother stopped her.

"If you can't go back today, you have to stay in a hotel. Do you need an ID card to stay in a hotel?" Auntie became worried about our family again.

"We brought out the ID card. It's okay." Mom said.

"Oh... should we arrange a temporary place?" The aunt turned around and asked the police again.

The policeman replied: "Our leaders above are also coordinating and communicating. If it doesn't work, we will help contact nearby hotels." As he said, he seemed to remember something, "You live downstairs in their house? What's going on in their house? Do you know if you saw anyone before the fire?"

The aunt was the first to answer: "In Xiao Wang's family, they are the only couple in the family. Their sons are all married and have children. What did Xiao Wang want to talk about before..." She looked at my mother and asked her for confirmation, "Many people have Let’s go. I haven’t contacted anyone yet. Are they all at home?”

Mom didn't answer.

"How many people are there? What do they want to say when they gather together?"

"I don't know how many people there are. As mentioned in the group, I didn't go, and I don't know who went." The aunt took out her phone and showed the chat history on her phone to the police, "Well, this is Xiao Wang Wasn't the internet disconnected before? It seemed like it was disconnected once before. My daughter told me that it was not peaceful, and I didn't understand what Xiao Wang was talking about last time. The time someone played a song sung by a foreigner in the community, she called a lot of people, and she seemed to have invited someone to give a lecture or something. Did you go there? Got up with my mom.

I had never heard my parents talk about this before, so I couldn’t help but look at them too.

"No. She introduces people to buy things every time, so I don't go." Mom replied calmly, but her expression was a little stiff, as if she was avoiding my eyes.

I looked at my father again. He was indifferent to this. He glanced at the burning building from time to time and said nothing.

The policeman asked some more questions, took photos of the chat logs, recorded the contact information between my aunt and my family, and went to other places to maintain order.

The aunt raised her head and looked at the burning window, worried, and kept sighing from her mouth.

"Xiao Wu, let's book a hotel first. You should also go home early."

"Ah?" The aunt was surprised, "Why are you booking a hotel by yourself? I think it will take a long time. Someone will definitely arrange it by then, so you don't have to spend money yourself."

"I'm a little tired. It's better for us to find a hotel by ourselves. I don't know when we will go there."

"They just do things slowly."

Mom smiled, said hello, and prepared to leave.

I followed my parents silently.

After walking for a while, we saw a few reporters. They stopped people for interviews, but they didn't pay attention to the three of us who were leaving.

I also saw a live broadcast vehicle that just drove over at the gate of the community.

This strange fire finally attracted attention.

Our family of three walked along the sidewalk, turned two corners, and arrived at the door of a nearby small hotel.

Such a hotel is in poor condition and has not many guests.

When my father booked a room at the front desk and took out his ID card, he took out the ID cards of our family of three.

I saw the ID in the inside pocket of the coat. In addition to ID cards, passports, social security cards, and real estate certificates, they are all there.

They also took out my ID.

I watched this scene without saying a word.

When it came time to pay the deposit, I took out my mobile phone to pay.

"Fortunately, I came here first. There are not many rooms here. If we really have to arrange it, we might not be able to arrange it," said my mother.

I took the key card and went upstairs with them.

Both rooms are standard rooms and are very small. The desks, lockers, and wardrobes found in chain hotels are not available here. The air in the room is not very good either. All you could see was that the small window that was opened a crack was covered with dust. The bedding and the like looked quite clean.

"You should go back to your room and rest for a while. We will eat outside later." Mom said to me.

I looked at the two of them, thought about it, and then said directly: "Dad, Mom, there are some things I want to ask..."

It's hard for me to speak, but I know that if I don't speak now, if I try to speak again after dinner, I'm afraid it will drag on until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, and we will never be able to have a conversation.

Mom pursed her lips and looked at me with complicated eyes.

Dad sat down directly on the edge of the bed, "Okay, if your son wants to talk, let's talk to him."

Mom looked back, then at me, then walked to sit next to Dad.

I looked at the wrinkles on their faces and the silver hair mixed in their black hair, and felt sour in my heart.

I sat down on the bed opposite them, put my hands on my knees, lowered my eyes, not knowing how to continue talking.

It was impossible for me to cross-examine them. Even if I just asked, I would be afraid of touching their sadness.

This kind of fear is completely different from guessing about taboo contents and fearing God in the future world.

In the latter, what I fear is only death - my own and that of others.

But now, I hesitate to move forward, my heart is tightened, and I feel empty and fearful.

"What do you want to ask?" Dad asked proactively.

I looked up at them, and they were as gentle and kind as usual.

"I...are those uncles and aunts and uncles in our family...are they still there?" I asked with difficulty, still not daring to directly ask the key question that went straight to the core.

Neither my parents answered immediately.

Mom looked sad.

Dad sighed, pondered for a long time, and then said: "What I told you is true. Back then, when you were not born, your mother and I were not happy with the family. This kind of relationship between brothers and sisters Quarrel between two people is... quite normal. When your uncle got married, your grandfather hosted a wedding banquet. When your second uncle got married and there was an extra wedding banquet, they were not happy either. Situation. Just talking about it... When your grandfather and your grandpa died and they wanted to divide the family property, it was true that everyone refused to give in and wanted to file a lawsuit and call the police. For a deposit of two thousand, everyone must be present..."

Dad smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"No, everyone is making trouble like this, right?" I asked.

The two were silent again.