"Mom..." the little boy was lying on the bed, muttering faintly.

The fire started from the bed curtain and quilt. The gorgeous purple-brown bed curtain was burnt down, and the child-wrapped silk quilt stuck to the boy's skin, pasted into charred black fibers.

The fire was so great that the strange thing was that the boy in the center of the fire didn't move. He let his tongue lick on his body and let out a desperate cry.

Fang Daichuan was startled by the smoke billowing in the room, and immediately took off his shirt to beat the flames on the bed curtain. The child lay in the fire crying desperately, did not move or run away. Fang Daichuan felt angry, ignoring the burning fire. After lowering the outer flame, he reached into the flame with one hand, grabbed the child by the shoulder from the outside, and pulled him out with the strength of one hand. In the circle of fire.

The boy's crying became more intense, Fang Daichuan angered his heart. At that moment, he didn't even feel the burning pain in his arm, but the thick smoke choked into the trachea, and he suffocated the urge to cough.

The child just pulled out of the ring of fire, Niu Xinyan immediately rushed up and hugged the child.

Fang Daichuan Yu Guang glanced at the scene and found a copper candlestick lying on the side of the bed curtain.

As soon as Yang Song came in, he rushed into the hand washing water. There was no plastic basin in the toilet. Yang Song tied his clothes into a tube, dragged the water all the way on the floor, and splashed it into the flames. It is a pity that the fire has already ignited, and the water cannot be rescued for a while.

Fang Daichuan quickly glanced around. The wooden floor was curled up by the high temperature, and was quickly engulfed by flames, and the area became wider and wider. In front of the flames that have formed a prairie fire, there is no need for combustibles or combustibles. Wooden floors, plastics, cloth cotton, man-made fibers, all things that can be ignited are its sacrifices. Fang Daichuan was a little anxious and was pushed back by the flames a few steps. He quickly realized that before the flames ignite to other rooms and truly form an irreversible situation, they must be pinched out in this room. Otherwise, if you are lucky, you will only burn down the entire villa. In case the rain seeps quickly and the wood outside dries out, it's a **** question whether this wooded island will survive.

He looked around for things that could be used. The bed curtain was like a hydrangea burnt with only its skeleton. It was charred and black. The bedside table was made of wood and burned in the flames. The dressing table was also made of wood, with several huge drawers.

drawer?

Fang Daichuan was taken aback, he reacted, squatted down quickly, and pulled out several drawers.

He was in a state of urgency and didn't feel any pain. At this moment, the burned right hand was pressed against the cabinet, and it was suddenly painful.

The burning pain is not more than a sharp stabbing, the pain is not in the skin, but in the deep muscles. The pain spread from a deep place to the skin, bounced and bounced, intensified.

Fang Daichuan was shaking with pain, gritted his teeth and pulled out several drawers. He threw one to Yang Song, picked up the other one, and started taking turns to catch the water and put out the fire.

Niu Xinyan fell into the corner and hugged her son.

The child's cry was getting smaller and smaller, Niu Xinyan shouted his name in despair, the situation was sad and weak, Fang Daichuan looked away, a little unbearable.

Although the child was weird and terrifying, Fang Daichuan said several times that he wanted to strangle him, but when he really saw a fresh life die in front of him in such a cruel way, he really felt unbearable and sad. Perhaps the deliberate care of the cubs by humans is written in their genes. Fang Daichuan asked himself that he was not a saint, but when the child was really about to die, he still felt a little compassionate.

Niu Xinyan hugged the boy tightly and pressed the boy's head against her chest, hitting the boy's scorched skin with large drops of wet marks. She was wearing a nightdress, and the deep V neckline was opened very low, revealing two half-curved white petals, and her chest was soaked with moisture from the night rain, and the boy's head was pressed by her in the gully between the half-arcs.

Yang Song saw it on the side, somehow in his heart, he frowned slightly.

The fire was finally extinguished.

This room was almost ruined, the wallpaper was burned to pieces, the floor couldn't be seen as it was, and the bed was a miserable mess.

"How do I deal with this?" Fang Daichuan threw open the drawer, took a look at the child in Niu Xinyan's arms, sighed, and offered to offer, "Cut the fabric on his body and see if we can deal with the wound. Let's Are there doctors and nurses here?"

Yang Song saw him staring at him and shook his head helplessly. She learned physics and couldn't solve it.

In the past, Fang Daichuan had the experience of props fired and burned the staff in the crew. Action movies often burned houses and cars. In order to be a gimmick at the time of release, if the plot requires it, no matter how much it burns, it will burn a lot of fire. . At that time, a staff member responsible for managing gasoline bottles improperly operated, and his hand was burned by fire. The accompanying medical staff immediately cut the clothes and rushed to the local hospital for first aid.

Now that there is no condition to be sent to the hospital, at least something must be done to try to recover.

Thinking of this, Fang Daichuan picked up a pair of scissors and handed them to Niu Xinyan.

"Don't die, don't die!" Niu Xinyan cried and cut off the cloth wrapped around the child, cursing, "Brother Nan! Come out, Brother Nan! Don't die!"

The cloth was stripped from him, revealing the burnt skin and ulcerated wounds inside. The child had been burned beyond recognition, his hair and skin were burnt, and the charred cloth stuck to his festering wound. Burning like this seems to be bad, Fang Daichuan sighed compassionately, and said to Niu Xinyan: "You, my sorrow. I'm afraid this is...not optimistic, please coax him, don't make the child too painful... …"

The child's breath is dying. Fang Daichuan guessed that it was the reason for inhaling a lot of smoke. He had difficulty speaking, swallowing the air with difficulty, and still murmured: "Mom."

However, Niu Xinyan's face changed suddenly.

"Don't call me mother! I'm not allowed to call my mother! You go away! You go back! You let your father come to see me!" She shook the child's body vigorously, her tone of grief and despair, as if trying to shake it out With another soul in the body.

Fang Daichuan's heart tightened. Li Sinian's guess was really good. In that child's body, there was indeed another personality, and it was probably his father's soul!

What exactly is going on? ! Fang Daichuan, who has always believed in atheism, couldn't help but squeezed his fists, causing goose bumps on his back.

But when the child who was about to die was crying in a low voice: "No...no father..." The little boy cried and said, at the last moment of his life, there was no mother's confession, no blessing, no relief, and he wept desperately. Then, the burned wounds on his face were torn, and blood mixed with pus came down. He cried, "There is no father, there is never a father!"

"You bullshit!" Niu Xinyan's eyes were red with blood, she gritted her teeth and cried, and then called out, "Brother Nan! Brother Nan, come out, I know you can hear you, please, Brother Nan, tell me In other words, I’m really scared, you come out and Nahan!

Her voice was stern, like a cuckoo crying blood, tearing open her throat with a loud burst of blood.

The little boy opened his eyes. Fang Daichuan remembered these eyes. They were simple and cowardly. They belonged to a child who had never been ignored. That day, the child called his uncle with this eye and asked him good morning.

He cried and said: "Mom, there is no father, there has never been a father, only me and Nan Nan. Nan Nan is pretending, he is afraid that you will drive him away, he pretends to be a father."

Liu Xiquan's voice was faint and wailed, and finally he revealed the secret he had concealed for years with fear.