Chapter 1312 Oil

Su Xiangwan just took a brief look around. There was some dust in the room, and many places were covered with covers. It seemed that no one had been here for a long time.

However, the dust is not too thick. Presumably someone will still come to clean it, but it will take longer.

Because he was anxious to find Mother Han, Su Xiangwan didn't look at her for too long.

I hurriedly found the location of the stairs, and sure enough, I saw a wheelchair thrown there.

Su Xiangwan recognized the wheelchair as Mother Han's at a glance, but didn't her actions remain the same? How did you get to the second floor?

Without thinking too much, Su Xiangwan hurried upstairs.

But after taking two steps, I felt my feet slipping.

Her steps couldn't help but stop, and when she looked down, there was a large piece of transparent water stains all over the stairs.

Su Xiangwan's pupils shrank, and he looked up again, only to find that there were many signs of being wet on the floor of the first floor and on the walls of the window frames on all sides.

When she came in just now, she also noticed that some of the furniture had different shades of color, but she only thought it was because of the age, but she didn't realize that it was simply wet.

Su Xiangwan's breathing became heavier, and he looked down again.

Those oily liquids flow slowly.

Where is the water, it is clearly oil!

Su Xiangwan's figure swayed slightly, subconsciously supporting the handrail of the stairs with one hand.

She remembered that Han Che had said in her previous life that Mother Han was burned to death just like her.

Han Che had always suspected that it was Mu Beiting who killed and silenced her in her previous life. She had no trace of what happened in her previous life, but in this life she was sure that Mu Beiting would never do such a thing!

What's with the oil?

Is there only Aunt Han upstairs, or is there someone else?

Before the fire ignited, Su Xiangwan's eyes began to darken, and his throat seemed to have started to smoke.

Looking up again, it seemed that there was already thick smoke billowing all around, and the fire was monstrous.

Su Xiangwan closed his eyes and shook his head lightly, trying to wake himself up a bit.

Ever since she was burned to death by fire in her previous life, she has always been afraid of fire, but it was not serious, and she just had to be more cautious when dealing with it.

But at this moment, standing in this room full of kerosene, she felt that her legs were filled with lead, and her heart was trembling.

After calming down for a few seconds, Su Xiangwan opened his eyes again, and the complex was still peaceful.

Su Xiangwan breathed a sigh of relief, suppressed the fear in his heart, and while walking upstairs quickly, he dialed the fire alarm and reported the location.

Regardless of whether the fire will burn or not, the oil all over the floor is not safe after all.

Su Xiangwan ran upstairs quickly, but as she got closer, she felt that the temperature was getting higher and higher. She began to feel a strong burning sensation. Her heart tightened. When she looked up, she saw that the second floor was already burning. up.

The crimson flames spit out tongues of fire like a giant dragon, gathering from all around to the center, forming a sea of ​​flames almost in the blink of an eye.

And Su Xiangwan clearly saw Mother Han leaning on the sofa, her eyes slightly lowered, as if she had fallen asleep.

On the coffee table in front of the sofa, there was a bottle of foreign wine and a glass.

"Aunt Han!" Su Xiangwan's heart tightened, and he subconsciously rushed towards the person in the middle.

If you delay any longer, I'm afraid it will be too late for everything.

All the way running, her legs were shaking all the way.

The heat waves around her rushed towards her face, reminding her of the heart-burning pain again.

Su Xiangwan's eyes were red, and he tried to calm himself down, but he still couldn't resist his body's reaction.