Life Dungeon Game

A burning wooden coat rack beside him tilted to one side, blocking his way. He stretched out his cane and struck it hard, breaking the coat rack in two.

The separated coat racks splashed out a few flames like unfolding flower petals. He Ao's figure stepped over the flames and walked to the front of the innermost room of the house.

The room door wasn't closed properly, so he rammed it open and rushed into the room.

This was an exquisitely decorated pink children's room, with a small bookshelf standing at the edge of the room. However, these delicate decorations had now become part of the sea of ​​fire.

He looked up and saw that the window of the children's room was now slightly ajar for ventilation.

"Cough—cough—"

A little girl in pink pajamas was curled up on the bed on the side of the room, with a thin blanket beside her.

The thick smoke made her cough violently, but she did not wake up.

The room was filled with the strong smell of liquid fuel, but it was mainly concentrated near the bookshelves and desk, not near the bed.

He Ao immediately rushed over and picked up the little girl with one hand.

Then he immediately rushed out the door.

The bookshelf in the room had been completely burned into a fiery tree, tilting and falling towards the doorway.

He reached out and used his cane to briefly brace the collapsing bookshelf. Then, he took the opportunity to slip through the gap between the bookshelf and the wall and rush out of the room.

At this moment, the little girl in his arms finally woke up. She opened her eyes groggily, "Cough... Grandpa, is there a fire? It's so hot and stuffy... cough cough cough..."

The thick smoke choked her throat, triggering an even more violent cough.

"fine."

He Ao bent over and charged forward.

At this moment, the flames in the living room outside had intensified, and the thick smoke had almost formed a black cloud, obscuring the ceiling along with the flames.

He Ao was already feeling obvious signs of suffocation and physical weakness.

Flames compete with people for oxygen, and thick smoke can suffocate people.

He could only try his best to lower his body and avoid the thick smoke at the top.

Fortunately, the house wasn't very big, and he quickly rushed out of the fire and reached the front door.

However, he did not immediately reach for the doorknob.

The smart lock used in Sito's son's home is a best-selling model from the Trison Group. It features an automatic unlocking function in case of overheating to prevent people from being trapped in a fire.

The fact that this door remains locked despite such high temperatures either proves that the Trison Group is engaging in false advertising, or that the lock has been compromised.

Pulling the door handle was useless at this time. He Ao stretched out his cane and used it to open a hidden cover under the door lock. Under this cover was a mechanical latch that needed to be turned.

He Ao glanced at the mechanical buckle; the paint on the buckle surface had oxidized and faded, proving that the lock surface was extremely hot at the moment.

"Help Grandpa carry this."

He Ao handed his cane to his granddaughter, then covered his fingers with his spiritual sense, grasped the lock, and gently twisted it.

The latch was turned slightly, and then it seemed to get stuck inside the bolt; it wouldn't turn any further.

He took a deep breath, and a faint energy gathered in his chest cavity, which he then quickly circulated and dissolved into his body.

He squatted down, trying to gather the strength from his waist and legs into his arms, and then exerted force again.

click -

The latch was turned.

The door opened with a click.

Without hesitation, he took the cane back from his granddaughter, suddenly turned to the side, hooked the cane onto the doorknob, and pulled open the door.

Just then, a huge storage cabinet behind him creaked and groaned as it crashed down on him.

Without hesitation, he rushed out of the room.

He glanced ahead; the doors of his neighbors' houses were still closed.

He raised his wristband and glanced at the time; it was a little past nine in the evening.

Most of the residents on this floor are probably still at get off work.

He looked back at the raging fire behind him; the fire seemed to have only just started.

However, with the aid of liquid fuel, it quickly became uncontrollable.

As He Ao rushed out of the room, thick smoke filled the corridor.

He Ao used his cane to pull the door shut, blocking out the smoke. At the same time, he also saw the front panel of the door lock that had been clearly destroyed.

He then walked to the window and peered down.

There seemed to be alarm sounds coming from the street below.

It looks like the fire alarm has been sounded.

Sito’s son’s house has a fire and smoke alarm that connects to the fire alarm center in St. John.

The fire department should have received the alarm and dispatched personnel as soon as the fire started.

Firefighting services in St. John's are a paid service and are not cheap.

However, the Sito family has a habit of purchasing accidental fire insurance.

Normally, after purchasing insurance, the cost of responding to a fire alarm will be covered by the insurance compensation. However, this insurance only covers losses. If the fire spreads and causes other households to suffer fire damage, and compensation is involved, the insurance will not cover such situations.

The city of St. John has a densely packed population of buildings, with many high-rises. If doors and windows are not closed, it is quite normal for fire to spread upwards.

It seems we were lucky this time; the fire alarm arrived shortly after the fire started.

After all, the efficiency of the fire alarm in St. John's is always random. Sometimes, several nearby houses have burned down, or even several floors have burned down, before the fire alarm arrives.

The apartment building where Sito's son lives is considered relatively good. Although the building is old, the fire prevention design is still quite good, and there are no obvious signs of the fire spreading yet.

However, after closing the door, He Ao didn't linger. Instead, he immediately grabbed his granddaughter and rushed through the fire door at the end of the corridor.

We followed the fire lane downhill.

The son's house is not tall, only twelve stories.

He Ao moved swiftly through the fire escape, with motion-sensor lights along the way turning on one after another.

His granddaughter, nestled in his arms, carefully grasped his collar.

Judging from the smell of the fuel, this 'fire' was deliberately set off.

Since the fire may have only started recently, the arsonist should not have gone far.

Sito had never done anything to help others or made any enemies in his life, so it was impossible for someone to deliberately set fire to his house, especially his son's house.

Besides easily flammable items like curtains, the strongest smell of liquid fuel can be found in children's rooms, such as bookshelves and storage cabinets.

Clearly, the other party was not there to burn the old man and his grandson, Sito, to death; their more important purpose was to burn certain special items in the room.

Moreover, the other side clearly didn't have that much fuel, so they could only splash it on some key areas instead of on Grandpa and Grandma Sito.

Of course, it's also possible that the arsonists were worried that pouring fuel on them would cause the flames to spread too quickly, waking the person up and preventing them from burning what they wanted to burn.

In a relatively enclosed space, suffocation is more likely to kill than fire.

It's possible that they had both, but it's safe to say that they didn't have much liquid fuel, and they probably didn't manage to break the lock to get into the house.

Because once inside the house, a couple of shots with a silencer on Sito and his grandson would solve the problem; it's just two bullets, no need to go to any more trouble.

The other party was clearly doing cleanup work, which seemed to be a gang tactic where murder and arson were commonplace.

Although the rules and laws differ from city to city, the things that gangs do are mostly similar.

This arson was likely caused by a remotely operated drone or similar device carrying liquid fuel into the room through an open window, then spreading the fuel and igniting it.

This liquid fuel is most likely the kind that leaves no trace after burning. Although it has a pungent odor, it won't leave any obvious evidence for the FBI or the city police department after it burns.

Gangs were doing this kind of thing when Reggie was young, and they're still doing it now.

However, the gang tactics in Dawn City evolve rapidly, making them among the trendsetters in the underworld.

Heo wasn't familiar with the gangs in St. John's City, or perhaps their version was older and had just been updated to this stage.

While he was thinking, He Ao had already rushed out of the fire escape and reached the ground.

The fire escape door leads directly to an alleyway at the back of the building.

At this moment, a dense crowd had begun to gather on the main street near the apartment building, with many people gathered downstairs watching the fire alarm's actions.

He walked to the edge of the building and glanced at the crowd.

In the dim light, he spotted a smiling pedestrian in the crowd, holding a wristband and taking pictures while watching the commotion.

The pedestrian looked somewhat familiar to him; he seemed to be his son's neighbor.

Then He Ao saw the smile on the pedestrian's face gradually freeze.

Um······

The man seemed to have realized that the fire was about to reach him.

I'm home.

He Ao withdrew his gaze.

At this point, there's really no need to worry too much about the fire spreading. Although the service attitude and response speed of the St. John Fire Department are somewhat unpredictable, they are still technically competent.

He looked out at the night sky through his clothes.

Typically, after the fire is set, the drone that set it will observe the aftermath.

As Sito got older, even though he exercised regularly, his eyesight was not as good as it used to be. He searched carefully for a while before finally spotting a small drone huddled in the darkness in the corner of a nearby building.

As the firefighters began to put out the fire, the drone wobbled in the night sky and started flying away from the apartment building.

Without hesitation, He Ao chased after the drone.

This is an old-fashioned point-to-point remote-controlled drone with a precise remote control distance of less than five kilometers.

Since these people are here to 'clean up the mess,' they must know something.

The unusual behavior of Sito's son, and the car accident that took the lives of his son and daughter-in-law.

The summer night breeze brushed against his graying hair and his wrinkled face.