When Yang Yishu arrived, the people who were rescued in the ruins were all covered in dust and looked extremely embarrassed.

He had a pale face and looked at the scene with almost weak legs: "Uncle Master... how could he be pressed into such a place?"

Fu Sichen did not answer his words, but asked, "Have you brought the things?"

"Take it." Yang Yishu hurriedly came back to his senses, restrained his emotions, and tried hard to cheer up. "I will communicate with my grandfather about the letter and let him return it to you as soon as possible.

Sorry, I don’t know about this, if I had known it before..."

"Let them check the life information of this location first." Fu Sichen interrupted him directly, pointed to one of the simulated 3D models of the factory building and said coldly.

Yang Yishu paused and looked at the man, only to realize that the man who has always been handsome and handsome was only half an afternoon, and he seemed to be a teenager.

There was green stubble on his lips, his cheeks were slightly swollen, and his eyes were completely gone.

Nothing to attract any interest from him, what kind of guarantee letter, what kind of child.

I just wanted to find Song Qinrong.

Yang Yishu's eyes were slightly red, his throat was a little sluggish, and he nodded: "Okay."

Nearly three hours have passed since the explosion collapsed.

Fu Sichen never stopped.

We must interrogate Sheng Yan's people, determine Tang Xin's traces, and then infer Song Qinrong's movement trajectory from this.

Rescue personnel must also be arranged to open the first life rescue channel, mobilize all your staff, and wait for the follow-up treatment after Song Qinrong is rescued.

Despite this, he still used the shortest time to determine where Song Qinrong might be.

Wait for the result of the detector.

The man was tense all over, standing beside him watching the detector detect the signal at the position marked by him.

Not long after, Yang Yishu ran over quickly: "I'm sure, I'll dig up this position and there are two people!"

"Two? Are you sure they are two!"

Fu Yan, who was guarding next to him, grabbed his hand excitedly.

They had tested several times before, but found no traces of two people at the same time.

Yang Yishu nodded: "There is a difference in height between the two people, and it is probably not being pressed on the same floor.

So your detector cannot measure it. After all, if the buried position is too deep, it will easily lead to deviations.

What's more, one of these two people has a weak life signal, and it's normal that it can't be found out at such a long distance."

Fu Yan's heart trembled: "What does life signal mean weaker?"

Yang Yishu frowned: "It is probably either serious injury or coma, but in short, there is a lot of danger..."

When Fu Yan heard the last four words, he shook and almost couldn't stand it: "How bad is it?"

But this result is not surprising.

Chen Yan sighed, as if he was comforting Fu Yan, or as if he was talking to Fu Sichen: "Fifth Young Master, you know that the smoke was very high when the factory caught fire.

They were trapped inside and sucked a lot of black smoke, which was already very hurting their lungs, and it was a great blessing to be able to survive until now.

They are at least on the second floor, which means we have to dig out the five-story stones, and at least we will not be able to find someone tomorrow afternoon.

For such a long time... I mean, if I say, you must hold on."

"dig."

But Fu Sichen seemed to have not heard it, and after giving the order coldly, he stepped onto the ruins without looking back.

He is not Xu Xiaonan, who doesn't know anything. He can do his best in the rescue.

What Song Qinrong and the others need most now is to race against time. The sooner it comes out, the better.

The sky gradually darkened, but more and more people gathered at the collapse of the factory to rescue.

Countless headlights shot down from the top of the head, illuminating the entire scene as bright as day.

But under dozens of layers of stones, Tang Xin's eyes were dark and he could not see anything.

She moved her fingers with difficulty: "Um..."

I wanted to speak, but I found something seemed to be covering my mouth, which made it difficult for her to speak for a while.

Where is she? Is it hell?

Tang Xin tried to get up, but found that his whole body was so painful that it was as if it was falling apart and he couldn't move at all.

Why does it hurt so much after death...

She frowned tightly.

She spread on the ground and tried to move her arms again. After a long time, she finally recovered. Then she raised her hand and took off the thing that was put on her mouth.

It seems to be a small jar.

"Is anyone?" she called in a low voice.

In the darkness, no one responded to her.
Chapter completed!