When she woke up, her eyes were dark.

This must be hell, or a place very close to it. The air is turbid and heavy like water. Every breath turns the weak numbness in her body into tingling pain.

Emma Page lay somewhere as quiet as a tomb, with only her own faint breathing echoing in the darkness.

Her mind was in chaos and she couldn't remember how she got here.

No, actually she remembered...a moment ago, she was sitting on a bench in a quiet corridor, waiting for the result of something...

Then the whole world suddenly turned into a ball of fire, everything became bright and dazzling. Emma didn't know whether it was the loud noise or the falling rocks that hit her first.

It's an explosion.

She remembered.

She brought those investigative reports to see Boss Juventus, and then the Duke of Night's palace suddenly exploded.

Fear and pain came with the memory. Emma immediately realized how lucky she was, and at the same time how helpless she was...

She survived the explosion but was buried alive under rubble and rubble.

Emma tried to move her hands and feet, but as soon as she moved, severe pain spread from her limbs throughout her body.

The pain on the left side was the most intense. She gritted her teeth, but tears poured out of her eyes uncontrollably and flowed into the wounds on her face, causing bursts of burning pain.

My mouth was dry and astringent, and the stinging pain caused by breathing became more and more intense.

She is completely awake now, but she can't do anything... She was on the third floor of the palace when the explosion occurred.

In other words, she was buried under two floors of rubble.

If surviving the explosion required a lifetime of good luck, what would it take to escape from here?

Emma just wanted to scream, but she didn't even have the strength to breathe.

Click, click.

She was stunned immediately, thinking that she heard it wrong. But the sound was getting closer and closer. It was the sound of footsteps. Someone was near her, and they were trying to clear the gravel on the road.

Emma knew she had to do something. She had to make some noise to let the person know that there were survivors here. But she really had no strength at all and couldn't do anything except breathe... Her limbs were limp, as if they had melted.

Entering the gravel and becoming a part of them.

She listened desperately to the footsteps gradually walking away.

Darkness shrouded her head, and this seemed to be her grave.

However, the footsteps suddenly stopped, and the man turned around and walked in her direction. The footsteps stopped in front of her, and then she heard the sound of stones being moved.

A ray of light shone into the darkness. If she still had the strength, she would have cried with joy.

"Miss? Madam?" a man's voice asked, "Are you still alive?"

She moaned weakly with difficulty.

"Great...wait a moment, I'll rescue you right away."

The man dug very carefully, obviously afraid of damaging the stability of the rubble pile. She waited patiently, and she had probably never been so patient in her life.

When she finally saw the face of the man who saved her, the fear came back. He had an ordinary face, with only two eyebrows left on his bald head. He smiled at her, but his mouth was full of blood.

Make the smile look particularly ferocious.

"Don't worry," he said, "you're saved. I'm a doctor."

He quickly dug up the rubble around Emma and dragged her out from under the rubble. Emma couldn't help but tremble in pain, and fear made her tremble even more.

But the man seemed to be a doctor. He took out a medical kit from somewhere and skillfully took out gauze, bandages and splints. Emma also smelled the smell of disinfectant.

He briefly checked and then nodded, "The left arm is broken," he said to himself, "but it's not serious. It seems that you were in a good position during the collapse and were not hit by too heavy a stone.

"

Breathing in the fresh air allowed her to regain some strength, and at least she could make a sound, "I...did I..."

"What? What did you say?"

"...Have I ever..." She began to cry again, "...I can't feel my legs."

"Oh, this." He showed a bloody smile again, "Don't worry, at least it's still connected. If you really want to know, we can do an experiment. Just like this."

She felt a stabbing pain in her right leg and couldn't help but groan.

"Okay, yes, it seems to be only temporary." The doctor looked at her lovingly, "Gods have mercy, you are so lucky."

Emma didn't think being trapped in the ruins could be considered lucky at all, but she really didn't have the strength to argue, so she had to force out an expression similar to a smile.

The doctor fixed her fractured left arm and then wiped her face with disinfectant. Emma winced in pain, but she did not let herself scream.

"How do your legs feel? Can you move them?"

"...No!" She gritted her teeth and endured the severe pain.

After the emergency treatment, the doctor put a ball of rags under her head, which looked like a curtain. "You lie here for a while, okay? I can't move you by myself, I have to find someone to help."

Emma raised her head and looked at him. She was in a trance where the pain had just subsided, "Okay."

He left quickly and returned not long after with a brown-haired man. The man was tall and strong, dragging a simple stretcher made of door panels behind him.

"Be gentle, she may have a slight concussion." The doctor said to the brown-haired man. The latter snorted disdainfully, but when he moved Emma onto the stretcher, his movements were indeed very gentle.

They worked together to lift the stretcher and carry her through the corridors that had been reduced to ruins. Part of the palace's outer wall collapsed in the explosion, but miraculously the structure was maintained.

Through the gap in the outer wall, Emma saw the city outside the palace. Thick smoke was slowly rising from the ruins, like a black finger reaching into the sky.

"Gods..." Fear gripped her, "Please, I have to go over there," she pointed to the ruined slums, "I have to go to the slums."

"You can't go anywhere," the doctor said. "You can't even stand still."

"You don't understand, my daughter is still there!"

"I really don't understand this. But I understand that if I put you down now, you can only crawl forward."

Although she was reluctant to admit it, Emma knew he was right. She had just been rescued from the rubble, and now it hurt even to talk. She would definitely not be able to go far with such a body, let alone find her daughter.

Night star...

"My husband, have you seen my husband?"

"How do we know who your husband is?" the brown-haired man said in confusion.

"His name is Ye Xing, and he works for the boss of Juventus. I was with him when I first came here, but we just separated before the explosion..." She suddenly felt a wave of fear again.

What if Ye Xing wasn't so lucky? What if he had...

No, you can't think like that now, she told herself, you have to be strong, for the sake of your husband and your daughter.

The brown-haired man shook his head, "If he was with the Juventus boss when the explosion occurred, then he probably had"

"Shut up, Steele! If you can't speak a fucking human language, then stop talking." The doctor interrupted him sharply, "Listen, Mrs. Nightstar, we do know your husband. He belongs to the boss of Ewings.

Bartender, right?”

Emma nodded.

"Then we are talking about the same Night Star. We did not see him after the explosion. The only thing that is certain at present is that the observation room of the Juventus boss has been blown up to the sky. I respect our Duke of the Night very much.

, and I am very grateful that he gave me this job, but I am afraid that my allegiance has changed from him to his daughter."

"...I don't want to know this," Emma said softly, "Do you really have no news about Ye Xing?"

"I said, we haven't seen him since the explosion. At this time, no news may be good news."

She lay weakly on the door panel, her mind in a mess. Ye Xing's life and death were uncertain, and Larry was still at home in the slums. From such a distance, Emma couldn't see the situation in the apartment building.

Don't guess, don't think wildly. You know what to do, Emma, ​​you have experienced this before. Calm down, think, regain your strength, and wait for the opportunity...

"Please cure me as soon as possible, doctor." She said, "My family may be in danger, and they need me."

The bald man sighed, "A kind reminder, Mrs. Night Star, I am a doctor, not a wizard. I cannot make your broken arm heal immediately. You may have to rest for several weeks to recover."

She looked at her left hand that was fixed on her chest. The doctor's method of applying bandages and splints looked very skillful. She knew that she was lucky, maybe too lucky. She survived such a collapse and only broke one hand.

.Her legs are also gradually regaining strength, and the numbness is receding little by little.

But could her family be so lucky?

"I don't need this hand to find people in the ruins," she said.

"Then can you move the stone?"

"So I need your help. Help me, gentlemen."

The doctor looked at her but said nothing.

The corridor turned a corner and they came to an empty hall. This room was not spared from the explosion. Half of it was buried in the ruins, and some survivors were placed in the open space in the other half.

Almost everyone was as dirty as if they had been washed in dust, and looked haggard, no better than the dead. Emma was about to sympathize with everyone, but then realized that she must be dirtier than them.

But she was a girl who grew up in a slum after all, and such disasters could not scare her. And after giving birth to Riley, she seemed to have become stronger than before.

"Just rest here, ma'am," the doctor and the brown-haired man put her stretcher on the ground. "I'll go take care of the others and come back to see you later."

Emma pulled his sleeve, "If you see my husband, oh my God! Ye Xing, you hurt me!"
To be continued...