She Xiaoqing immediately arranged for a vehicle to take An Xin to Xia Qingshi's cemetery in the rain. The blue granite tombstone was washed away by the rain and was spotless. An Xin stood there silently for a long time holding a black umbrella.
An Xin stood for a long time, finally returned to the car, and said to She Xiaoqing: "Two things, immediately conduct public relations with the city government, our technical staff must participate in the accident investigation, and find out the truth as soon as possible, and hold a meeting
Press conference, second, mobilize all funds to protect the market, someone must take the opportunity to suppress our stock and make a hostile takeover."
"Yes!" She Xiaoqing looked serious and immediately started making arrangements.
"Where is Liu Handong? He is familiar with the police station. It would be better to ask him to come forward to negotiate." An Xin added.
She Xiaoqing nodded and called Liu Handong's mobile phone. It rang for a long time before someone answered.
"Liu Er, something happened in the company. A tram burst into flames. Come over quickly and help deal with it."
"I have something to do and I can't get through it." Liu Handong's voice was low and he hung up the phone directly.
"This guy slipped up at the critical moment and made me mad." She Xiaoqing said, suddenly covering her mouth, "No way, that 520 was driven by Liu Handong's girlfriend."
An Xin was so shocked that she sat up straight: "Confirm."
…
Liu Handong is still searching for Ma Ling all over the world. After the accident, the official immediately launched an emergency plan, and the injured were sent to the nearest hospital for free rescue. Because most of the IDs and mobile phones of burn patients were burned, identity verification became a big problem, and the hospital could only
Take all the orders and number the injured without asking their names for easy treatment.
Zheng Jiayi caught up with Liu Handong anyway. The two searched around the Affiliated Hospital of the Medical University, but still couldn't find Ma Ling. After asking around, they heard that the burn specialist hospital admitted the most patients, so they rushed there to search.
The burn hospital is usually crowded, but today it is overcrowded. The rescue of burn patients requires a lot of manpower to clean the skin wounds. After cleaning, apply ointments and wrap bandages and gauze to prevent infection. Patients with respiratory burns are intubated with oxygen tubes. In more serious cases, they need to be put under high pressure.
The oxygen chamber was busy everywhere, no one greeted Liu Handong at all, and no one knew who the bus driver was.
Liu Handong hurried forward, suddenly stopped, and turned around to look. Through the glass of the ward, a wounded patient was lying on the bed, wrapped in a mummy, with an oxygen mask on his face, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.
These eyes are too familiar to Liu Handong, they are Ma Ling.
Ma Ling also recognized Liu Handong. He blinked and seemed to want to move, but he didn't even have the strength to lift his fingers.
There is no doubt that severe burns all over his body, although not the worst outcome, were beyond Liu Handong's ability to bear. He pushed the door into the room and was pushed out by the nurse: "You can't come in!"
"She is my wife." Liu Handong shouted.
"Your mother can't do it either. Burn patients are most afraid of infection. It's okay if everyone comes to recognize her!" The nurse was extremely responsible and stopped Liu Handong at the door.
"Have you found it?" Zheng Jiayi walked over and looked inside.
Ma Ling saw Zheng Jiayi and Liu Handong standing together, closed his eyes and never opened them again.
The nurse slammed the door.
Liu Handong didn't have the courage to open the door and go in. He didn't want to explain anything to Ma Ling at this time. His psychology had indeed been derailed. Fortunately, he didn't take any further action. It was still too late to stop now.
The phone rang again, and it was still from She Xiaoqing. Liu Handong answered: "I have something to do at home, so I'm not free."
"Liu Handong, is Ma Ling on 520? Have you found her? Are you okay?" It was An Xin's voice.
"I found it. I have burns all over my body. I don't know the specific condition yet," Liu Handong said as he walked to the doctor's office.
"That's it. The wreckage of the tram was taken away by the Public Security Bureau for inspection. I'm worried that someone is trying to deceive the stock price of Qingshi High-Tech. The tram will definitely not explode. I am 100% sure of this. You must bring our technical staff to rush
In the past, whether it was taking pictures or recording videos, in short, I wanted the truth!"
"Understood!" Liu Handong hung up the phone, walked into the doctor's office, and asked the doctor about Ma Ling's condition.
"Oh, you said the wounded person in that room is indeed a young lesbian. When she came here, her clothes were all burned, and her hair and eyebrows were all burnt. It was a severe burn, and we have already dealt with it initially." The doctor picked up the medical record.
Ben looked at it and said.
"She is my wife, and she is two months pregnant." Liu Handong's mouth went dry, "Can the child be saved?"
"Impossible." The doctor shook his head, "Burn patients need to use a lot of antibiotics. Pregnant women usually don't dare to take medicine for colds and fevers." Without waiting for Liu Handong's reaction, he went out again with a stethoscope.
Liu Handong called Ma Guoqing and told him that Ma Ling was being treated for burns in the hospital and asked him to come over immediately. After all, Ma Guoqing's husband was in the police and did not panic. He said he would arrive immediately and asked his son-in-law to call Wang Yulan.
"If you have anything to do, leave first." Zheng Jia said, "I'll stay here with you."
Liu Handong smiled bitterly: "Just don't cause trouble."
Zheng Jiayi looked at him seriously: "Believe me, I won't help you."
"Okay." Liu Handong chose to believe that if it was a normal business, he would definitely not leave Ma Ling to work overtime, but finding out the truth about the explosion on Route 520 is also his purpose. Just like solving a case, the seventy hours after the incident is the golden period.
, we must race against time.
Kan Wanlin had already received the call and drove to the door of the hospital. Liu Handong got in the car and asked him to drive to the Public Security Bureau. When he arrived at the door of the Public Security Bureau, the technicians sent by Qingshi High-tech had also arrived and were negotiating with the police.
Xu Gongtie, the director of the police department in charge of major emergencies, received them. However, Xu did not know the specific location of the bus wreckage. He made several calls in succession and found out that the wreckage had been transported to a scrapped vehicle treatment plant on the outskirts of the city.
"You guys go over there. I'll call my colleagues from the forensic department to go with them." Xu Gongtie said that if such a big thing happened, the public security department must spare no effort to investigate and hold a press conference as soon as possible to try to calm social unrest.
Song Xinxin, director of the Municipal Bureau's Forensic Identification Center, was already on standby. She led four police officers and hurried downstairs with toolboxes to get in the car. Together with Liu Handong and others, they went to the scrapped vehicle treatment plant in the southern suburbs overnight.
The scrapped vehicle processing plant is located in the wilderness. The big iron door is closed tightly. The police come to the door and knock on the door. The small window on the big iron door opens, revealing a cold face: "What are you doing?"
"I'm from the city bureau. I have a mission. Open the door." The police officer from the forensic center showed his ID.
"Wait a minute." The small window was closed, and barking dogs and footsteps were heard in the yard. After a while, the small window was opened again, and the man said very hard: "You can't come in, this case was arrested by the city."
Song Xinxin separated from the crowd and stepped forward, saying in a serious tone: "I am Song Xinxin, director of the municipal bureau's forensics center, and I have been ordered to investigate the bus explosion incident. Which unit are you from? Who is your leader?"
The man said, "If you're not allowed in, you're not allowed in. You don't care what unit I belong to."
Liu Handong was so angry that he couldn't hold it back anymore. He stepped forward, grabbed the man's hair and pulled him out. He pulled his head out of the small window and shouted: "Fuck, open the door!"
The door opened, and it was dark inside. Liu Handong let go of his hand and was about to walk in when a shadow came over him. He was hit in the abdomen by surprise, causing him to stoop in pain. Then he was kicked in the body and Liu Handong was hit hard.
Kicked to the ground.
"Stop!" Song Xinxin was extremely angry and used her body to protect Liu Handong.
The person who beat Liu Handong was a tall man wearing casual clothes and holding a rubber stick. He smiled at Song Xinxin and said nothing.
A group of soldiers with live ammunition stood inside the door, their faces hidden in the shadow of the baseball cap brim. Under the sand-colored T-shirt were tight muscles, tactical gloves, multi-functional carrying equipment, leg quick-draw holsters, and wolf brown tactical pants.
He was wearing desert boots and had an MP5 submachine gun hanging on the three-point tactical gun belt on his chest. The muzzle of the gun was pointed at the people outside the door intentionally or unintentionally.
The rain was still falling, and the soldiers' clothes were soaked, but they didn't move at all.
The big iron door was closed, and Song Xinxin caught a glimpse of the wreckage of the 520. It was left in the open air like this. The rain washed away all traces, making it difficult to extract evidence.
She immediately called Shen Hongyi, but the line was always busy. Then she called Xu Gongtie: "Director Xu, the anti-terrorism team of the Armed Police Detachment is guarding the scrapped vehicle treatment plant and won't let us in."
Xu Gongtie was surprised: "The armed police detachment also intervened? I will coordinate immediately."
This coordination took a long time. Song Xinxin and others waited in the car and waited for no news. Liu Handong also returned to his car and called An Xin: "The situation is not right. Someone has taken control of the vehicle wreckage. Even the police forensics
Even the experts are not allowed in.”
"Let's act according to the situation." An Xin hung up the phone.
Liu Handong smiled bitterly, how could he act according to the situation? If the other party was a gangster, he would have dared to drive into it, but he was an anti-terrorism team. If he rushed in, wouldn't he be seeking death?
Another car came, and an orange Swift lamppost broke through the rain and fog. Liu Handong thought in his mind, could it be Song Shuang?
It is really Song Shuang who is here, but she is not here as an intern reporter at Omi TV, but as a self-media to collect first-hand information
Song Shuang parked the car next to Liu Handong's car and got over to ask for information. Liu Handong told her that the wreckage of the car was controlled by unknown people and the police could not get in. Song Shuang did not believe in evil and said that if I knocked on the door again, they would dare to beat me.
I will expose them.
Just as she was talking, Song Xinxin lowered the window and said: "Liu Handong, take your people and evacuate. The higher-ups called and said that we are not allowed to interfere with this matter. People from the State Administration of Work Safety have taken over."
Liu Handong agreed and asked Kan Wanlin to start the car. Song Shuanghu's big eyes flashed: "Are you just going to leave like this?"
"Otherwise?" Liu Handong sneered and rubbed his ribs. He was kicked just now and was still in pain.
Several vehicles left the scrapped vehicle treatment plant, drove out a few hundred meters, and stopped behind a small forest. Liu Handong walked to Song Xinxin's car and asked: "Forensic Doctor Song, I want to go in, what do I need to bring you?"
Song Xinxin pondered for a moment: "Wait a minute, I'll go too."