The air gradually carried a pungent scent, burnt smell, gasoline odor, the temperature within the parking lot surged wave after wave.
There were wet traces on the ground, under the illumination of the firelight, there were also reflections of shattered glass.
The fire, fierce and unrestrained, quickly followed those damp traces, burning towards them.
"Run!" Song Yi suddenly shouted.
That must have been the carriage of wine the old grandfather pushed over, spilled everywhere—
If they don't run now, an explosion could occur here.
...
On the other side.
Tang Si walked out from the trace analysis department, holding some reports, flipping through them as he walked.
The phone rang briefly, Song Yi's message was received.
He immediately ordered someone to check the phone number.
Then, he prepared to drive to the mall, but just as he reached the entrance, Ningxia Chuan approached him: "Where are you going?"
"To the mall." Tang Si spoke straightforwardly: "Song Yi is there."
