Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 335 The old man won't accept it.

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Taking advantage of the arrival of the spacecraft department leaders from the north to hand over command, the rescue operation on the overpass was temporarily suspended, with only two firefighters remaining to oversee the scene. The rest of the team withdrew to rest, partly to wait for the crane to arrive, and partly because they had been working all night and were physically exhausted.

Chen Shu heard from the fire department that a group of spacecraft specialists had arrived to replace the original local command post. Thinking that there might be a new mission, he withdrew with the fire department.

As the group passed under the bridge, they saw several reporters surrounding and interviewing a firefighter.

"They're from the Yangyi Fire Brigade, responsible for the rescue under the bridge. They arrived the earliest, and I heard they rescued several people. Some of the brothers even dug people out with their fingers, bleeding quite a bit!" the fire squad leader next to Chen Shu introduced, his eyes full of pride.

As they passed by, the squad leader politely greeted him as "Instructor".

Even though the instructor was surrounded by reporters, he didn't forget to give a thumbs-up to his brothers who had fought alongside him.

Chen Shu took a closer look. Although the instructor's face and body were dirty, he exuded a simple and honest air. With his thick eyebrows, big eyes, and upright posture, he gave people a strong sense of security.

"Instructor, what is the situation of the rescue operation at the scene?"

"The search and rescue operation is basically complete. Five or six search and rescue operations were conducted at the scene until life detectors confirmed there were no signs of life."

"Instructor, so that means eight hours have passed since the accident. In those eight hours, six search and rescue operations were conducted. Has the entire search and rescue operation concluded?"

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Chen Shu, who was standing next to the firefighters, was suddenly grabbed by the hand by an old man.

The old man was covered in dust and mud, and his back was severely hunched. He tried to lift his head as if he wanted to stand up, but it was all in vain.

He first looked up at Chen Shu, his eyes filled with tears, and said pitifully, "Officer, please save my granddaughter, she's still in the car. Please save her."

Chen Shu participated in the search and rescue on the overpass. Except for the entrapped rear of the train car, the entire area was searched, and all passengers had exited the overpass. The search under the bridge, according to the instructor, had also ended. They still hadn't found their granddaughter; they assumed she was either dead or buried under the train car.

Perhaps because they were afraid the elderly man wouldn't be able to handle the shock, no one has told him the truth for so long.

Chen Shu stopped and took the old man's hands in his other hand, asking with concern, "Grandpa, which carriage is your granddaughter in?"

The old man tilted his head to the side and pointed to a carriage whose body was mostly scattered on the ground, saying, "It's right there. Those seats were given to us by a kind person who saw that my grandfather and I were having trouble standing."

My granddaughter was so happy sitting in it, so I went to the back corridor and sat on the floor to wait. Then the car jolted, and my granddaughter disappeared! She just disappeared! Waaah, she's gone! Please help me look for her, please help me look for her! She's definitely still inside waiting for me!

Chen Shu thought of the one or two children on the bridge who barely reached his shoulders, and his eyes welled up with tears, unable to speak.

The fire squad leader next to him waved for the team to move forward on their own, while the person standing next to Chen Shu kept sighing.

"We found the old man's granddaughter's body immediately, but he wouldn't accept it, he just wouldn't accept it."

As dawn broke, a cold wind whistled through the air.

Zhang Yang, a local TV host from Dongzhou, arrived at the scene with his crew. Since eight or nine hours had passed since the accident, the passengers had been mostly evacuated, and the police, firefighters, and medical personnel who had been working through the night had temporarily withdrawn for rest. Standing at the entrance of the temporary command center, Zhang Yang watched the high-ranking officials inside arguing heatedly, but dared not enter and disturb them.

She was perceptive enough to notice; even the deputy governor of Dongzhou was obediently serving tea and handing over documents. What could a mere local host like her possibly do?

She was a little annoyed that she had left her phone in the living room last night, and then went to bed early, only to sleep like a log and not hear it ring!
At this moment, he was so angry that he kept gritting his teeth and stamping his feet, but he was powerless to do anything about it.

Photographer Xiao Zhao comforted her, "Sister Yang, there's nothing we can do about it. We were investigating that hot pot restaurant's use of gutter oil a while ago, and we were basically staying up all night every day to stake out the location. We just finished yesterday, so we must have slept like the dead. The station will understand."

Zhang Yang frowned his handsome brows and snorted, "I don't understand it myself!"

The thought of returning empty-handed gave me a headache, so I decided to stay and wander around some more to see if I could find anything.

Zhang Yang pointed to the most crowded spot under the overpass: "Let's go take a look there."

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the cockpit of the rear vehicle, surrounded by staff from the spacecraft department who had come from the north.

Several people saw the camera carried by Xiao Zhao, one of the accompanying staff members, and the large fill light carried by the lighting technician. Recognizing that they were media reporters, they instinctively stopped the three of them from entering.

Zhang Yang originally wanted to get close to them or shamelessly squeeze in to find out what was going on, but unexpectedly, a middle-aged man who looked like a leader waved to the staff members who were blocking the way, letting Zhang Yang and the others in.

"Let the reporters in."

Zhang Yang gave a signal, and the three of them quickly walked inside.

With a beaming smile and sweet words, she said, "Hello, leader, I'm Yang from Dongzhou TV Station. This is my business card."

"Yes, my name is Wang Ping."

Leader Wang Ping responded somewhat absentmindedly. He stood at the door of the cockpit, looking inside with a deep frown.

Zhang Yang leaned closer, and the scene inside the cabin became immediately clear.

A male corpse, dressed in a blue uniform and presumably the spaceship's pilot, was found lying across the control panel, clinging tightly to the upright brake lever.

The entire brake lever pierced through his chest cavity!
Wang Ping sighed, his voice low, and pointed to the brake lever that had pierced through the driver's chest, saying in a low voice, "Look at that brake lever, it's so blunt. Just imagine how painful it must have been to have it pierce through your chest."

He went inside, gently patted the driver's back, and continued, "If it weren't for his desperate braking, who knows how many more people would have died. Come in, be gentle, carry him out slowly."

Several young people gently pushed aside Zhang Yang, who was standing dumbfounded at the door, went inside, and stood with their heads down next to the driver, mourning silently.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but cover his mouth, a heavy feeling welling up in his chest, but he couldn't utter a single word.

(End of this chapter)