The Sapporo City Fire Department's phone lines are already busy.

After Yuki Izumi sent his daughter to a clinic in the service area to get a sling bottle, he called 119. It turned out that the person who connected the phone was the fire department in Hakodate.

It's hard to imagine how many people are calling 119 at this time...at least the anxious waiting crowd in the service area square are making calls non-stop.

"Don't go, I don't know if it will explode again."

Mrs. Izumi stood by the window and tucked her daughter into a quilt. She looked worriedly at her husband, who was standing by the window to protect his wife from the wind and snow, and began to plead in a rare tone.

At this time, even the most powerful woman will show her weak side. Whether it is her daughter who is having a fever or her husband who wants to take risks, she feels at a loss and deeply powerless.

The windows had been shattered by the shock wave of the explosion just now, and the ground was covered with glass shards, and there was no time to clean them up.

After putting the sling bottle on Izumi, the doctor was already busy running around. From time to time, vehicles with varying degrees of damage were driving backwards to the service area to seek treatment from the doctor. All the wounded were wailing inside and outside the door.

The explosion of a tanker truck can affect houses several kilometers away, and vehicle debris will be blown up everywhere within a few hundred meters. At this time, during the evening rush hour, there are so many vehicles on the road that the losses and casualties have exceeded

The cognition of ordinary people throughout their lives.

Frightened women huddled in a convenience store to keep warm with their children in their arms. The oden inside was the only thing that still warmed their hearts.

He looked at the tragic scene in front of him and couldn't bear to look straight at it. When he turned around to look around, he discovered that the highway railing had been deformed by the impact. There was a car stuck there, and the iron piece of the railing had penetrated the windshield and inserted into the driver's seat.

The officer's chest... The poor man was lying on the steering wheel, and the vehicle's horn was blaring.

"Hey! Don't sleep! Don't sleep!"

Murata was still shouting, but Amamiya Konma could no longer hear clearly.

"Naoki is behind, I'll call him!"

The closer he got to those soaring flames, the more frightened Izumi Yuki became.

"My leg, my leg is stuck!"

Because the front of the car crashed into the green belt, he could only see that Amamiya Konma's upper body was stuck by the air bag. If nothing else happened, the blood on the air bag should be caused by the seat belt squeezing his chest.

There is a green belt between the two highways. The front of Amamiya Konma's Mercedes-Benz bumped the guardrail and hit an evergreen tree in the green belt.

"Damn, the car door is deformed...can someone come and help me!"

At the outermost edge of the car accident, almost all the cars that could still be driven had backed up into the service area, causing a congestion. Only the deformed cars and the drivers and passengers inside who were unable to move were left at the scene.

Amamiya Konma's eyes widened and his voice trembled: "Mr. Izumi... my wife and my daughter... how are they..."

Amamiya Konma was hit on the head and was groggy, so he was hanging here with just one breath to wake up.

"Izumi...Mr. Izumi," he was very weak and felt the pain of his chest being squeezed every time he spoke: "Please, take my daughter and wife away!"

Izumi Yuki hesitated for a long time. He now felt much more awake, and he also thought of Konma Amamiya, who was chatting and laughing at the wine table.

The small steps of hesitation turned into a steady pace, and finally the chaotic footsteps of a group of people echoed in the wind and snow, ringing in each other's ears.

This situation has completely exceeded the psychological bottom line of an ordinary person.

"Don't move the chair yet. It's most likely that the ribs have been broken and there may be a hemothorax." The young Natsume Naoki looked serious and ordered in an orderly manner: "Uncle Murata, please bring someone to hold the car against the door first.

Move away, be careful when prying the door, and first make sure the condition of your lower body and how much your chest is squeezed."

No matter how rich Mr. Amemiya is, he is fair to others in the face of natural and man-made disasters.

Because the village was so close, they came directly from the fields through the maple forest instead of taking the main road. They arrived faster than the fire station's helicopter!

The man named Murata is a neighbor of Natsume's family. Because he is a carpenter, he is very strong and he is also very down-to-earth, so now all the men in the village are following his orders to save people.

The person next to him was probably his wife, because they looked about the same age...she helped him rush into the clinic and called the doctor.

A noisy conversation sounded behind him. Izumi Yuki was stunned for a moment, then turned around and shouted: "I'm here! Help! Come and help me, please! No matter what you ask for, I will agree to it!"

Izumi Yuuki was still shouting, as if instinct was whimpering and roaring in his throat.

Izumi Yuki searched all the way. He stood on the hood of a car and looked ahead. He could already see the burning wreckage of the oil tanker and a large crater with a diameter of more than 20 meters. There was almost no trace further forward.

There are still silhouettes of people standing... I'm afraid there's no one alive there anymore.

The doors on both sides of the rear seat were completely deformed by other vehicles, and Mrs. Amamiya's back could be seen through the shattered windows——

But looking at the gasoline on the ground around him and a burning car that was already making a crackling sound in the distance, Izumi Yuuki knew that he could not wait any longer. Even if he moved the injured casually and removed the obstacles that were squeezing the injured, it might cause

In case of secondary injury, we absolutely cannot let their family stay in a place like this and wait to die!

"Someone help me!" Izumi Yuuki desperately begged for help around him: "Help! Help!!"

Little did he know that this was just the first dead person he saw tonight.

After giving all the instructions, Natsume Naoki's expression was still not relaxed. He shouted to Murata: "Uncle Murata, I leave this to you! I will continue to look for Mao... If you see Uncle Asai's car, you must call me!"

The rest of the uncles come with me!"

In fact, among the people who came back to save people, there were not that many warm-hearted people. Most of them came to save people because their relatives and friends were still inside.

Even when he understood that he would not be able to escape today, he did not show any cowardice, and even begged Izumi Yuki to take away his wife and daughter.

As long as there are no flammable and explosive items in the car, the car will generally not explode violently when burning, because the fuel tank and overall structure of the car were improved to avoid this situation at the beginning of the design.

But what he will remember is neither the elegance of talking freely nor the arrogance of spending a lot of money.

"You heard that right?"

But I didn’t know who was making the noise and quarreling. Someone shouted, “My dad hasn’t come back yet” and hurried out.

"Two people, a boy and a girl, in the driver's cab and in the back... The girl can be carried out. According to what Xiao Naoki said, if there is no obvious external injury, try to carry her out as much as possible. Don't change your position to prevent internal injuries from getting worse!"

"good!"

Those horrific car accident scenes were unbearable to watch even in the video, and the visual impact in reality made him feel sick to his stomach.

Izumi Yuuki was still struggling to open the deformed car door, and his fingers had been cut.

But when he heard Izumi Yuki's answer, he finally couldn't help but sob softly.

Everyone looked at each other and watched as the man rushed towards the scene of the car accident with his friends who were chasing after him.

Praying it’s just a coma!

There were pieces of glass everywhere, the windshields of almost all vehicles were shattered, and many vehicles were burning with raging fires.

Amamiya Konma burst into tears instantly.

The last image he remembered was of these men jumping out from behind the vehicles one after another, and the young man with firm eyes that seemed to have blue light spots...

She firmly held Chizuru Amamiya in her arms, quietly and gracefully as if she had fallen asleep.

While the two were talking, accompanied by a woman's cry, a man with a shard of glass stuck in his shoulder broke into the infirmary with blood all over his body.

Within seven minutes after the car burns, the tires will first be unable to withstand melting and explode. The power of the exploding tires is not small, and nails and wheel hubs will explode due to air explosion.

"You can't hear me wrong!"

"Uncle Murata, don't move yet!"

The deformed vehicles were huddled together, and sometimes they even had to climb over the front hood of the car if they wanted to continue moving forward.

"I...I'll continue to look ahead..." Izumi Yuuki straightened up and pointed tremblingly at the crowded scene in front of him.

The entire car body was squeezed in by several cars and hit the guardrail of the highway.

Izumi Yuki couldn't bear to look straight, and turned to look out the window. He saw more and more people starting to pour into the service area.

"Mr. Amamiya..." Izumi Yuki whispered softly with trembling lips.

Perhaps Mr. Amamiya died young in the wreckage of a car he passed by!

But just when he was about to turn around and decide to quickly return to the service area, he finally found Amamiya Konma's car!

On the way back, he drove alongside Amamiya Konma for a while. He was very familiar with both the license plate number and the commercial Mercedes-Benz!

"Are you okay?" A kind man behind him who had rescued people in the river came up and asked.

"I know, you go find it quickly!" Murata watched Natsume Naoki lead the people away, turned to look at Amamiya Konma in the cab, gritted his teeth and smiled: "Don't worry! I will definitely rescue you.

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Second, he left quickly, escaping before the fever came over, and then spent the rest of his life imagining and imagining the final misery.

Their purpose is very clear. They haven't even rescued their own relatives yet, so they have no time to care about others.

Tonight, he was about to leave his living life behind and had no choice but to do anything about it!

"Hey, there's a cry for help over here!"

After the first person who rushed to help shouted several times, Izumi Yuuki went to help, while the others continued to walk towards the car accident with expressions of unbearable expressions on their faces.

At this moment, a very childish voice sounded.

This scene was illuminated by firelight, with only the black outlines of these men standing behind the light. It would be a scene they would remember forever.

"Mr. Izumi, please take my daughter away!" Konma Amamiya may have felt the increasingly hotter temperature and the constant explosion sounds in his ears.

"Okay!" Murata nodded solemnly, and then began to call on the stronger young people in the village to lift the car: "Yanagi, Yusuke, come here and help!"

"Let's work together to move the seat away for him first so that he can take a breather," the strong man suggested.

How could she be strong enough to relive all this when she would be so sad that she couldn't even express her tears when she occasionally went to pay homage to her mother?
To be continued...