Chapter 17 the flames
The accumulated water on the ground of this three-story house has not yet receded, and there are a large number of unburned wood chips and sundries floating on the water.
I can no longer feel the scorching heat when the fire is raging. On the contrary, what I feel is the coolness that seeps in from between the sole and the upper of the leather shoes.
I should have come in galoshes, I thought.
A drop of cold liquid landed on the back of my bare neck again. When I touched it with my hand, it turned out that the ceiling upstairs was still dripping.
I couldn't help looking around at the scene of the fire, where the fire had just been extinguished less than two hours ago. The stairwell on the first floor must be the place where the fire started—all the sundries there had been burnt to nothing but ashes, and one had been burned. The completely deformed wire socket is undoubtedly the source of the fire.
The fire once raged here with thick smoke, and they left traces on the white wall. The arcs of the flames are so beautiful that I would rather believe that it is a painting by a famous artist. The Impressionist painting in my hand, but I don't want to believe that it is the imprint of the fire demon who once roared past there with a grin.
I already knew the consequences of the fire: Fortunately, when the fire broke out, there were only two families in the room, one of which lived in three female college students who were renting a house together, and none of them survived; all of them were killed; It was a sick mother and a little girl less than ten years old who miraculously survived.
The handrails of the stairs have all been carbonized, and I dare not rely on them anymore, but I can still climb up the stairs to visit the moving story that happened two hours ago.
I know that when the flames and smoke rise into the sky and turn the city's night sky blood red, the hour hand should point to five o'clock in the morning. But now, when I stand on the stairs on the third floor, the left side of the north-south corridor is the residence of the escaped mother and daughter, and the right side is the room of the three sisters who died. The hour hand only moved two frames. My footsteps stopped at the boundary between life and death, sorrow and joy, heaven and hell. I wandered for a while, as if I was feeling something, and I seemed to be considering whether I should face the tragedy of the world first, or should I share life first. joy. After a while, I decided to follow my professional instincts and walked slowly to the right. From the anti-theft doors that had been removed by firefighters, the black smoke and dust covering the walls, the furniture that was almost gone, and the location of the corpses, it was not difficult for me to deduce what happened. For a while, I was lost in time and space again, and seemed to return to the catastrophe two hours ago. The three sisters were woken up by the thick smoke pouring into the room. The slender boss should be the first to get up. She woke up her roommate and decided to open the door to see what happened. She didn't know that what she opened was the gate of hell. The flames had already caused extremely high temperatures outside the door, and the strong air convection caused by the huge temperature difference between indoors and outdoors passed through the sliding door, like a small explosion, and slammed her far into the wall opposite the door. The fire deprived her of the oxygen she needed to breathe, and the only thing she could do before she died was to tightly close her eyes (so her face was completely scorched except for the crow's feet of her eyes). The petite third child must be brotherly with the eldest, and the huge shock wave must have knocked her down, but she got up strong and tried to save her sister's life. But at this time, the open door and windows formed a natural chimney of flames, and the flames roared through the entire room. She fell on the way to rescue her companions, and her outstretched right hand was still pointing in the direction of her sister. The second child was obviously terrified by the situation. She screamed and fled to the balcony, but the flames followed immediately, and the glass of the aluminum alloy doors and windows cracked and shattered under the high temperature, so she chose to jump off the balcony. But a branch protruding in the air disturbed the direction of her landing, and the back of her head hit the cement manhole cover heavily. I knew that she was dead at this moment. I can't laugh at their instinctive reaction, although I know their reaction is almost stupid; I can also judge almost without thinking that the boss and the third child were burned to death, and there is no evil. However, I still want to laugh at those criminals who think they are smart: the method of burning the corpse after murder was no longer an unsolved case in the hands of the county magistrate Zhang Ju during the Three Kingdoms period. "Respiratory syndrome" cannot be faked even if you have supernatural powers. (To put it bluntly, this is actually the case. The flame will burn down the cilia that are usually present in the respiratory tract, and the high temperature will vaporize the edema fluid in the alveoli.) But stupid criminals repeat yesterday's story again and again. I want to say that a forensic doctor with a little experience will make you invisible.
On the left side of the corridor, I didn’t see the heaven I imagined. There were traces of the flames sweeping everywhere. Even the upper half of the wooden door that blocked the fire demon was almost completely carbonized. It easily pierced through the line of defense that the god of death never crossed. I unlocked the door, but pushing the wooden door was much more difficult than I imagined: there was a completely wet bedding under the wooden door. The wooden door opened with a creaking sound, and when I saw the downed buckets in the room, the scattered quilts, the bloody handprints in the corner, and felt the smoke and dust in the air that had not disappeared, I seemed to be hit hard by the torrent of time. , it once again sent me back to the time and space two hours ago. The sick mother was woken up by the family dog Xiao Huang, whose animal instinct and keen sense of smell won precious minutes for the owner. Feeling the smell of smoke and dust in the air, my mother hurriedly woke up Yaya who was sleeping soundly. Yaya rubbed her eyes, apparently still not understanding what happened, she walked towards the door, wanting to see what happened outside the door. Yaya's hand had already touched the hot doorknob, the hotness suddenly awakened her sleeping nerves, and she suddenly remembered everything she had seen in magazines. "Mom, mom, it's on fire, the door can't be opened!" Yaya shouted anxiously. The bedridden mother tried to get up, but apart from knocking the bedding to the floor, her efforts proved futile. Yaya went to make a call, but the phone line had been blown. At this time, Yayabo developed an animal-like instinct to defend her homeland, and this instinct gave her a strength that was impossible to achieve normally. She picked up the quilt and walked towards the door, blocked the quilt at the door, and poured a bucket full of water on the quilt. The bucket of water weighed almost as much as she did. The children's cries for help called the neighbors. The brave boys rushed into the fire with buckets and washbasins, but they were driven back by the flames within five minutes. "Jump down, uncles will follow you with the quilt!" Xia Xia shouted anxiously. "Mom won't go, I won't go!" The child yelled back firmly. The already pale mother's strength erupted from nowhere, and gave Yaya a hard slap in the face. The slap made Yaya stagger, and her hand was cut by the iron bucket, but she stood up from the corner of the wall, and she didn't even She shed a tear, but viciously picked up another bucket of water and poured it on the door. She squatted at the door, staring at it without blinking, as if the door would disappear at any moment. Finally, the fire engine arrived with sirens, but an accident happened, and the nearest fire hydrant was out of water. The temperature of the floor was slowly rising, and the child could barely stand. The hot floor even made the child's tender feet unbearable, and the thick smoke made her and her mother cough non-stop, but Yaya just dragged her feet silently. A towel came and was placed under his feet, his eyes were still looking at the wooden door without blinking, and water was poured on the door from time to time in his hand. Finally, the firefighters broke in through the back window, and several adults escaped the fire with their mother and children... I found Yaya at the house of the aunt of the neighborhood committee, and I felt that I had to pay her my respects. At this moment, Yaya has already recovered her original appearance as a child—two calamity-baptized shofar braids are naughtily upturned, while the aunt is blowing lightly while helping her bandage the wound on her hand, Yaya is booing The ground cried out in pain, and there were still crystal teardrops hanging from the corners of his eyes. I hugged the lovely child and wanted to kiss her little face covered with dust, tears, sweat and blood. Unexpectedly, my beard got stuck on Yaya's tender little face, and she giggled She kept avoiding me; I became childlike for a while, chasing her avoiding little face with my beard, and Xiao Huang seemed to know that it had done a great job at this moment, having fun around us. "You will be a promising person." I said in my heart.
In fact, the profession of forensic medicine forces me to face the demise of life almost every day. Faced with the loss of life and the pain of my family members, I used to feel powerless. But now, I have this blog, and I should thank this blog for giving me the opportunity to speak out about my experience of life and death. After all, as a forensic doctor, I know that in many cases, as long as the choice is correct, life does not have to disappear in vain. So I came up with the idea of writing a series of public welfare articles on escape experience. A report about a fire in a newspaper made me decide to start this series with "Flame". But this time, the teacher was not me, but the little girl whose mother was bedridden. It was her love, her knowledge, and her composure that allowed the mother and daughter to escape the disaster. Facing such an outstanding little girl, I feel inexplicably ashamed. I also have to thank my netizen Wuxinwanwu. When I learned that she had a fire escape experience very similar to the little girl, I called her for nearly half an hour. After all, there are many people who have personal experience. Things that we, as outsiders, cannot appreciate. In fact, I don't know if I should write this text. After all, I am not a fire expert. But I still decided to write it out. If there is something wrong, everyone can criticize and correct me. What's the point?I am also a young man, just study!Ha ha!The so-called "sage does not cure the disease but cures the disease before it", in fact, learning how to escape when a fire breaks out is worse than learning how to prevent fires from happening at all. Electrical wiring, open flames, and combustibles are the most common sources of household fires. Usually we have to be careful, don’t you think?In case these things really catch fire, the most important thing is to cut off the power supply. If the frying pan catches fire, just cover it with the lid, and don’t splash it with water. When a fire really breaks out, remember that the most precious thing in the fire is definitely human life, and money is something outside of the body, so you must never miss it. Generally, you will know that there is a fire when you hear some noise or smoke pouring in. Remember to touch the door before opening it, and learn from other girls. The door is not hot, and the body is wrapped in a wet quilt to bend over and quickly pass through the fire scene. Chemical fiber clothes must not be worn. Many times, they are burned by their own clothes, and then they cover their mouth and nose with a wet towel. Live, carbon monoxide poisoning often kills more people in a fire than actually burns. If the situation is really bad and the door is already very hot, don’t panic, the little girl’s policy is called the "island in the sea of fire" policy, and countless experiences have proved that it works. First, the doors and windows must be sealed to prevent smoke and dust from pouring in, and then a wet quilt or something should be used to block the door to maintain humidity. Experiments have proved that if it is done well, a wooden door can block the fire for an hour. The above, this period of time, is enough to build a second line of defense: the bathroom or kitchen door can be blocked for such a long time, can't it?Don’t jump off the building unless it is absolutely necessary. If there is no other way, first throw down something soft like a quilt, then grab the railing with your hands before jumping, and let your body hang down naturally, so as to minimize the impact of landing . Of course, there is no 100% life-saving method in the face of disaster. It can only be said that the more calm you are, the greater the chance of escape.
I know that when the flames and smoke rise into the sky and turn the city's night sky blood red, the hour hand should point to five o'clock in the morning. But now, when I stand on the stairs on the third floor, the left side of the north-south corridor is the residence of the escaped mother and daughter, and the right side is the room of the three sisters who died. The hour hand only moved two frames. My footsteps stopped at the boundary between life and death, sorrow and joy, heaven and hell. I wandered for a while, as if I was feeling something, and I seemed to be considering whether I should face the tragedy of the world first, or should I share life first. joy. After a while, I decided to follow my professional instincts and walked slowly to the right. From the anti-theft doors that had been removed by firefighters, the black smoke and dust covering the walls, the furniture that was almost gone, and the location of the corpses, it was not difficult for me to deduce what happened. For a while, I was lost in time and space again, and seemed to return to the catastrophe two hours ago. The three sisters were woken up by the thick smoke pouring into the room. The slender boss should be the first to get up. She woke up her roommate and decided to open the door to see what happened. She didn't know that what she opened was the gate of hell. The flames had already caused extremely high temperatures outside the door, and the strong air convection caused by the huge temperature difference between indoors and outdoors passed through the sliding door, like a small explosion, and slammed her far into the wall opposite the door. The fire deprived her of the oxygen she needed to breathe, and the only thing she could do before she died was to tightly close her eyes (so her face was completely scorched except for the crow's feet of her eyes). The petite third child must be brotherly with the eldest, and the huge shock wave must have knocked her down, but she got up strong and tried to save her sister's life. But at this time, the open door and windows formed a natural chimney of flames, and the flames roared through the entire room. She fell on the way to rescue her companions, and her outstretched right hand was still pointing in the direction of her sister. The second child was obviously terrified by the situation. She screamed and fled to the balcony, but the flames followed immediately, and the glass of the aluminum alloy doors and windows cracked and shattered under the high temperature, so she chose to jump off the balcony. But a branch protruding in the air disturbed the direction of her landing, and the back of her head hit the cement manhole cover heavily. I knew that she was dead at this moment. I can't laugh at their instinctive reaction, although I know their reaction is almost stupid; I can also judge almost without thinking that the boss and the third child were burned to death, and there is no evil. However, I still want to laugh at those criminals who think they are smart: the method of burning the corpse after murder was no longer an unsolved case in the hands of the county magistrate Zhang Ju during the Three Kingdoms period. "Respiratory syndrome" cannot be faked even if you have supernatural powers. (To put it bluntly, this is actually the case. The flame will burn down the cilia that are usually present in the respiratory tract, and the high temperature will vaporize the edema fluid in the alveoli.) But stupid criminals repeat yesterday's story again and again. I want to say that a forensic doctor with a little experience will make you invisible.
On the left side of the corridor, I didn’t see the heaven I imagined. There were traces of the flames sweeping everywhere. Even the upper half of the wooden door that blocked the fire demon was almost completely carbonized. It easily pierced through the line of defense that the god of death never crossed. I unlocked the door, but pushing the wooden door was much more difficult than I imagined: there was a completely wet bedding under the wooden door. The wooden door opened with a creaking sound, and when I saw the downed buckets in the room, the scattered quilts, the bloody handprints in the corner, and felt the smoke and dust in the air that had not disappeared, I seemed to be hit hard by the torrent of time. , it once again sent me back to the time and space two hours ago. The sick mother was woken up by the family dog Xiao Huang, whose animal instinct and keen sense of smell won precious minutes for the owner. Feeling the smell of smoke and dust in the air, my mother hurriedly woke up Yaya who was sleeping soundly. Yaya rubbed her eyes, apparently still not understanding what happened, she walked towards the door, wanting to see what happened outside the door. Yaya's hand had already touched the hot doorknob, the hotness suddenly awakened her sleeping nerves, and she suddenly remembered everything she had seen in magazines. "Mom, mom, it's on fire, the door can't be opened!" Yaya shouted anxiously. The bedridden mother tried to get up, but apart from knocking the bedding to the floor, her efforts proved futile. Yaya went to make a call, but the phone line had been blown. At this time, Yayabo developed an animal-like instinct to defend her homeland, and this instinct gave her a strength that was impossible to achieve normally. She picked up the quilt and walked towards the door, blocked the quilt at the door, and poured a bucket full of water on the quilt. The bucket of water weighed almost as much as she did. The children's cries for help called the neighbors. The brave boys rushed into the fire with buckets and washbasins, but they were driven back by the flames within five minutes. "Jump down, uncles will follow you with the quilt!" Xia Xia shouted anxiously. "Mom won't go, I won't go!" The child yelled back firmly. The already pale mother's strength erupted from nowhere, and gave Yaya a hard slap in the face. The slap made Yaya stagger, and her hand was cut by the iron bucket, but she stood up from the corner of the wall, and she didn't even She shed a tear, but viciously picked up another bucket of water and poured it on the door. She squatted at the door, staring at it without blinking, as if the door would disappear at any moment. Finally, the fire engine arrived with sirens, but an accident happened, and the nearest fire hydrant was out of water. The temperature of the floor was slowly rising, and the child could barely stand. The hot floor even made the child's tender feet unbearable, and the thick smoke made her and her mother cough non-stop, but Yaya just dragged her feet silently. A towel came and was placed under his feet, his eyes were still looking at the wooden door without blinking, and water was poured on the door from time to time in his hand. Finally, the firefighters broke in through the back window, and several adults escaped the fire with their mother and children... I found Yaya at the house of the aunt of the neighborhood committee, and I felt that I had to pay her my respects. At this moment, Yaya has already recovered her original appearance as a child—two calamity-baptized shofar braids are naughtily upturned, while the aunt is blowing lightly while helping her bandage the wound on her hand, Yaya is booing The ground cried out in pain, and there were still crystal teardrops hanging from the corners of his eyes. I hugged the lovely child and wanted to kiss her little face covered with dust, tears, sweat and blood. Unexpectedly, my beard got stuck on Yaya's tender little face, and she giggled She kept avoiding me; I became childlike for a while, chasing her avoiding little face with my beard, and Xiao Huang seemed to know that it had done a great job at this moment, having fun around us. "You will be a promising person." I said in my heart.
In fact, the profession of forensic medicine forces me to face the demise of life almost every day. Faced with the loss of life and the pain of my family members, I used to feel powerless. But now, I have this blog, and I should thank this blog for giving me the opportunity to speak out about my experience of life and death. After all, as a forensic doctor, I know that in many cases, as long as the choice is correct, life does not have to disappear in vain. So I came up with the idea of writing a series of public welfare articles on escape experience. A report about a fire in a newspaper made me decide to start this series with "Flame". But this time, the teacher was not me, but the little girl whose mother was bedridden. It was her love, her knowledge, and her composure that allowed the mother and daughter to escape the disaster. Facing such an outstanding little girl, I feel inexplicably ashamed. I also have to thank my netizen Wuxinwanwu. When I learned that she had a fire escape experience very similar to the little girl, I called her for nearly half an hour. After all, there are many people who have personal experience. Things that we, as outsiders, cannot appreciate. In fact, I don't know if I should write this text. After all, I am not a fire expert. But I still decided to write it out. If there is something wrong, everyone can criticize and correct me. What's the point?I am also a young man, just study!Ha ha!The so-called "sage does not cure the disease but cures the disease before it", in fact, learning how to escape when a fire breaks out is worse than learning how to prevent fires from happening at all. Electrical wiring, open flames, and combustibles are the most common sources of household fires. Usually we have to be careful, don’t you think?In case these things really catch fire, the most important thing is to cut off the power supply. If the frying pan catches fire, just cover it with the lid, and don’t splash it with water. When a fire really breaks out, remember that the most precious thing in the fire is definitely human life, and money is something outside of the body, so you must never miss it. Generally, you will know that there is a fire when you hear some noise or smoke pouring in. Remember to touch the door before opening it, and learn from other girls. The door is not hot, and the body is wrapped in a wet quilt to bend over and quickly pass through the fire scene. Chemical fiber clothes must not be worn. Many times, they are burned by their own clothes, and then they cover their mouth and nose with a wet towel. Live, carbon monoxide poisoning often kills more people in a fire than actually burns. If the situation is really bad and the door is already very hot, don’t panic, the little girl’s policy is called the "island in the sea of fire" policy, and countless experiences have proved that it works. First, the doors and windows must be sealed to prevent smoke and dust from pouring in, and then a wet quilt or something should be used to block the door to maintain humidity. Experiments have proved that if it is done well, a wooden door can block the fire for an hour. The above, this period of time, is enough to build a second line of defense: the bathroom or kitchen door can be blocked for such a long time, can't it?Don’t jump off the building unless it is absolutely necessary. If there is no other way, first throw down something soft like a quilt, then grab the railing with your hands before jumping, and let your body hang down naturally, so as to minimize the impact of landing . Of course, there is no 100% life-saving method in the face of disaster. It can only be said that the more calm you are, the greater the chance of escape.