C position study, God chooses the way

Mu Heng suddenly woke up.

He may have inhaled more smoke because he was a little taller than Ke Han, and his consciousness did have a certain degree of laxity.

"You said."

Ke Han gritted his teeth, feeling that he would fall down and be buried alive, and said seriously: "I am from the West Eighth District. I am the former reserve captain of the PAYM Alliance. My former name was 'Gram'."

I already knew that.

Mu Heng said silently in his heart.

The fire burned the city, and it was so hot that even the air was distorted. In this absolute noise, Ke Han's heart suddenly calmed down.

Empty.

He confessed.

After confessing, it seems that I have nothing to worry about.

In addition to the sound of flames burning and exploding in the air, Ke Han suddenly heard Mu Heng say: "If you don't want to encounter too many dangers and accidents, you can stay away from me. "

Ke Han: "Huh?"

Mu Heng chuckled lightly: "It's really dangerous around me, not only because I like looking for trouble, but also because of some other reasons."

Ke Han: "I'm not afraid."

"Aren't you afraid?" Mu Heng felt a little headache, the environment was so smoky, it's really not something ordinary people can stay in.

As he spoke, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Hey—Ke Han!"

Ke Han: "Huh?"

"The child is silent?!"

"No..." Ke Han stretched out his hands to grab the child lying on the ground, coughed, and found that he had passed out at some point.

Completely unconscious, his face still smudged.

Ke Han has no experience in first aid.

Mu Heng has a little foundation, but it also depends on the place. They are in the fire place now, the top is burning, and the bottom is burning and collapsing. The thick smoke billows beyond expectation, and they can't use any skills at all.

"Move him to a place with better air, cover his mouth and nose with a wet coat, and now it's the only way..."

Mu Heng's voice was steady, slightly deep, and sounded strangely reliable.

Ke Han was so smoked that his eyes were blurred with tears, he reached out and hugged the child, and did everything he could do for him according to what Mu Heng said.

When Mu Heng found that the debris in the corridor was trapped, he first tried to kick them away. At this juncture, in the whole building, only this small space where they were sheltered was left.

It's not safe, it's just that the chances of survival are slightly higher.

"I'm going to die... this time it's really..."

Mu Heng felt his consciousness further loosen.

Ke Han's breathing was obviously panting: "Keep awake..."

"Downstairs... Maybe it's the kitchen downstairs or the gas burst in the upper place... We're not on the main ventilation, the situation... should be better than other places."

Mu Heng's mind flashed back to what he had done for many years, and it took several seconds before he returned to reality, with stars in front of his eyes and dizziness constantly.

He really felt like he was dying.

"I have a question...Ke Han...you must answer me...I have to be a smart ghost..."

Ke Han didn't feel right.

"You ask……"

Mu Heng looked at the flames that were about to dry his retinas, and said word by word: "Are you... Leibniz doesn't understand functions?"

Ke Han: "..."

The most serious situation finally came.

He was silent.

This question is different from admitting that he is Graham. This question is actually about what he did before forcing him to admit himself—teach the trumpet by playing the tuba, teach others by playing the tuba, brag about himself by playing the trumpet... It’s okay, basically You can die socially on the spot.

Mu Heng smiled.

He laughed very loudly.

Some questions don't really need to be answered. As long as you keep silent, the answer will become obvious.

Then, Mu Heng was choked by the billowing smoke.

"Cough cough cough..."

There was a white light in front of his eyes, and Mu Heng felt like he was going to pass out for a moment.

However, just as he was about to faint, Ke Han's bracelet rang.

A voice came from inside: "Ke Han Ke Han!"

"exist……"

Ke Han reluctantly raised his hand and answered.

"Try to retreat as far as possible toward the fourth floor. The electricity in the area has been cut off there. You are going to use a high-pressure water gun to put out the fire in your building."

"Because the structure of the house is unstable, you should try to pay attention to the safety of your feet."

Mu Heng rolled over and changed from lying on his side to lying on his stomach. He grabbed the unconscious old woman and tried to bring her up a few steps in this position.

Ke Han moved faster than him.

After he moved forward for a few meters, a jet of high-pressure water fell from the sky and hit the wall of the corridor burned by the fire within minutes. After less than a minute, the jet of water rushed away and the side was already burned. The hot wall landed on Mu Heng's body with a "wow".

Mu Heng cursed.

But he was indeed awakened by the water all at once, sober.

The water only rushed for a few seconds, and after barely controlling the flame, it stopped.

The next thing that needs to be done is to arrange a ladder to take people out.

Under the dual effects of water and fire, the building has actually shown the initial characteristics of a dilapidated building. At this time, every second counts, and serious problems may appear in the next moment.

"anyone there?"

When the firefighters in orange-red fireproof uniforms appeared on the ladder, Mu Heng was really relieved.

He did do some very risky things occasionally, but he never felt that subtle fear.

It's not that he hasn't been in danger with others before, but this time with Ke Han, he really regretted it.

Ke Han shouldn't be involved.

He slowly stood up against the wall in the white steam, and when he turned around, he saw Ke Han with a child in his arms. Ke Han's shoulders were exposed, and the clothes he had just used to barely filter his breath were torn apart. messy.

Without even thinking about it, Mu Heng took off his coat and handed it to him with one hand.

"Put it on."

The tone he used this time was beyond doubt.

Ke Han reflexively took his coat after he finished saying this, and put it on casually, his temperament suddenly came up.

If just now he looked like a little white flower that had been ravaged by wind and rain, now he looked like a raccoon cat with different eyes who had just finished a group fight.

Squinting his eyes, as the winner, he seemed to be too lazy to even give a "meow" alms, and it would be a paw if he came up directly.

Mu Heng thought for a while, and in his dictionary, there is one item that must have enough praise for friends.

What's more, Ke Han's biggest problem that has always troubled him is his different pupils.

So he said, "You're so pretty."

Ke Han: "?"

Mu Heng laughed, dust was rubbed on the tip of his nose, in the white mist rising from the ground, he looked strangely touching.

Behind him are the bright lights of the firefighting equipment, and the window wall half-collapsed by the high-pressure water column to expose the sky. A string of drones is like a galaxy between the dim red and the snow, slowly being blown up and down by the wind float.

Mu Heng's brain twitched for some reason.

Perhaps because he was afraid that Ke Han would be embarrassed by being guessed earlier, he hastily added: "I am 'I don't like studying'."

The author has something to say: [Thanks to Dan Ran Youruo for your reminder, it has been revised. 】