Tokyo Sound

"You can trust my taste." Yin Ze said solemnly. He had been in the snack area for so long, but this was his first time participating in the supply session. This was really a perfect ending.

Yin Ze first counted the money to find out how much the budget was, and then on the way to the supermarket, relying on his years of experience in eating and drinking, as well as his price sensitivity in the snack market, he began to make various versions of the list in his mind.

As soon as I entered the supermarket, I grabbed things with a clear goal, and the cost was just right.

However, there were too many things for one person to carry, so he discussed it with the sales lady. Most of the residents here knew Kyoto Animation and they often bought goods from it, so the lady found him an iron cart and he could return it after transporting all the goods.

Yin Ze packed his things and pushed the cart back.

July in Kyoto is the season for cicadas to chirp, but I didn't hear any today.

There was no wind, the wind did not blow.

The sun is peaceful and hot, as quiet as pine wine.

After a while, sweat began to appear.

Some of his hair stuck to his face.

Everything is so quiet, as if you can hear the silence itself.

In the distance, there are lush green mountains, colorful wild flowers, and chirping birds.

The pores on Yin Ze's forearm suddenly tightened.

……

boom--! ! !

There was a loud noise of something exploding.

Then a gust of hot air, hotter than the outdoor temperature, blew across Yin Ze's cheek. He felt his heart skip a beat, and subconsciously sped up and rushed forward. Smoke was rising from the windows of the animation studio painted in bright warm yellow. Noise, chaos, and boiling sounds all squeezed into his ears. He heard screams and shouts, and the fiery red color spread from his vision.

Fire

No.

With the chill that made his hair stand on end, his five senses were activated almost instinctively.

Within his sight, someone was the first to escape from the main entrance, but Yin Ze did not recognize that person.

The man looked almost insane. There was clearly a fire behind him, but he did not try to get away. Instead, he quickly turned around and blocked the way out. He was holding a knife in his hand and waving it around, blocking the way out. His glasses slipped off his nose due to the violent shaking, and the man's eyes were filled with unreasonable madness.

It's arson!

The tranquility of the small town was torn apart by the sudden and serious crisis.

The white smoke and unusual noise attracted the attention of the surrounding residents.

The corridor of life is opened to the limit under stress.

From now on, every second you have to make a decision is extremely valuable.

The two entrances and exits on the first floor of the studio were too close to each other, and the arsonist easily blocked the second exit while setting fire to the main entrance.

The madman's face and body were covered with fragments of flames that could not be shaken off, but he was obviously extremely excited and ignored the burning. He howled sharply and vaguely, "Go to hell" and forcibly raised the knife to threaten and intimidate the exit, trying to stop the people from escaping.

At this time, the arsonist heard hurried footsteps behind him. Just as he was about to turn around, a bottle of mineral water was thrown heavily from behind, hitting the back of his neck and head, causing him to stagger.

Yin Ze rushed over and first kicked the arsonist to the ground, and then he grabbed the other's right wrist holding the knife. The latter struggled hard and tried to get up.

"Ahhhhh! Die! Die! Die!" The arsonist was roaring and struggling relying solely on brute strength.

Yin Ze used his weight to push the man down, and kept kicking his waist and abdomen with his left knee. He grabbed the arsonist's knife-holding hand and smashed it against the concrete floor. After two or three hits, he successfully knocked the knife down and picked it up. When Yin Ze got the knife, he didn't hesitate at all, and stabbed it straight into the front of the criminal's right wrist that had just been smashed.

The tip of the knife rotated and flipped, and in the gurgling blood, the white tendon composed of collagen fibers was accurately cut.

In simple terms, Yin Ze cut the tendons of this madman's hand.

When the tendon is ruptured and the muscle contracts, it can no longer drive the bones to move, let alone attack anyone.

"Ahhhh!" The arsonist howled in pain and struggled even more desperately.

However, Yin Ze's expression at this moment was more ferocious than the prisoner's. He punched the prisoner's head with his left hand, then quickly changed direction, held the prisoner's calf, and quickly cut it with a knife with his right hand.

Yin Ze had never thought that he would one day be able to use his knowledge of human anatomy to do this. But no matter what, he had no intention of taking it easy. The arsonist had a clear purpose and did not hide his murderous intent at all. He was clearly mentally ill, and he just wanted to destroy the other party's ability to move as quickly as possible.

Several staff members who had quickly escaped immediately came to help and pinned the prisoner to the ground.

"Ahh! Die! Die!" the arsonist screamed neurotically.

"Fuck you!" Yin Ze slapped him again. He had already cut all the tendons of the prisoner's hands and feet with a knife. No matter how crazy the prisoner was, he couldn't get up and hurt anyone.

The few employees on the first floor all ran out.

"Drag him away! Call the police and the fire department immediately!" Yin Ze shouted.

Several staff members dragged the arsonist out. Blood was oozing from his limbs, leaving four shallow bloodstains on the ground.

Yin Ze broke the plastic seal of the mineral water bottles on the ground, picked up a few bottles at random, unscrewed them and poured them out to wet himself, then put the wet clothes on his head and rushed into the building where the heat waves were surging without looking back.

……

Ordinary fires develop gradually from a small starting point, with the temperature rising until they flash over, that is, most of the combustibles in the space catch fire at the same time, and finally the combustibles are burned out and gradually extinguished. The design of normal fire protection systems is also based on this process, allowing people in the building to evacuate before flashover.

But planned, premeditated man-made attacks are different.

The fire reached flashover status at the outset.

The smoke barrier of the spiral staircase was destroyed and could not function at all. On the contrary, because it was directly connected to all floors, it triggered the chimney effect and helped the smoke spread, accelerating the spread of the fire.

The prisoner holding the weapon had lost his ability to move, and the 12 civilian staff on the first floor quickly evacuated.

The people on the second floor heard a quarrel downstairs, followed by a huge explosion. Then the alarm sounded and a mushroom cloud of smoke rose from the spiral staircase.

In the painting area on the second floor, there are as many as 31 people working hard.

The speed of smoke diffusion is beyond most people's imagination. It can reach the third floor in 5 seconds and cover the entire floor in 30 seconds. A large amount of carbon monoxide smoke rushes up like ink. People can't even see things soon. They only have a few minutes or even tens of seconds left. In the heat wave and suffocation, many people are unable to make correct reactions and judgments immediately.

"Just jump from the balcony!"

A roar came from the darkness, suppressing other sounds, as if trying to wake everyone up.

High-temperature smoke is more terrible than a flame that can be avoided. Once inhaled, it will burn the lungs, damage the alveolar mucosa, and lose the ability to obtain oxygen. The physiological reaction of the human body is to cough in order to quickly obtain air, but this can only cause more internal burns.

If you move a few steps slower, you may become unable to move due to smoke inhalation. Once you are close to suffocation, you will die in the fire.

Within a dozen seconds, it was almost impossible to see anything on the second floor. The flames spread upward from the bottom floor, and a large number of drawings carrying dreams were sucked in and became fuel for the intensified burning.

Those who are close to the window can still jump away with the faint light, but those who are farther away have a hard time.

Most tables have baffles, and there is no way to step on them. Even in a familiar workplace, it is difficult for people to stay calm and save themselves in the face of high temperatures, toxic smoke, and the threat of death.

Only one person could move around, and that was Yin Ze who had forced his way up from the normal stairwell. The Corridor of Life remembered all the layout of the second floor. Although it was irritating, his enhanced vision allowed him to see things vaguely. More importantly, he could suppress his physiological reactions and remain absolutely calm.

Yin Ze grabbed the hands of the panicked people in the dark, led them to the nearest balcony, and jumped down to escape. This height would cause injuries, but it would not be fatal. This was the only option now, because the fire on the first floor had covered the only two stairs. It was unrealistic to run to the stairs and then return to the balcony in this environment.

The third floor was farthest from the situation and was the last to realize the fire.

There are 27 people on the third floor.

But Yin Ze noticed that only 6 or 7 people came down.

The First Studio looked very small from the outside, and even though it was on the third floor, jumping down was not a difficult decision.

The fire had already spread to the stairs on the second floor. If we missed the initial escape, the fire and thick smoke would block this escape route, and ordinary people would not be able to see or hear anything, and would not be able to get out at all.

Yin Ze rushed to the third floor without looking back. After a quick glance and listening, he didn't see anyone at once. After a slight pause, he immediately ran towards the stairs leading to the roof.

The passage leading to the rooftop is almost the highest space in the building.

There is smoke and dust everywhere.

Yin Ze, who had climbed up, stiffened uncontrollably.

The small door that opens to the rooftop is in a closed state. The high-temperature smoke rises upwards and cannot escape after entering the stairwell. This is the end of the poisonous smoke accumulation.

On the narrow staircase with not many steps, nearly 20 people were squeezed alive. The teachers, students, girls, and friends who were still alive not long ago, lay silently on the stairs in the dark, overlapping and piled up. It was a scene like hell.

Yin Ze could imagine the first few scenes: dozens of people desperately rushed up the stairs, but the person in the front failed to open the door to the rooftop in time, and was then blocked by the crowd behind him and could not move. The poisonous smoke took away people's strength and consciousness one after another, and they unconsciously walked towards death.

Yin Ze trembled and pushed away the body in front of him.

He saw several young faces. Tokimori Tomoka, Kasama Yuka, Matsuura Kana... These girls who were just in their early 20s were the most lively and quirky. They liked to chat or ask for advice from the powerful and handsome teacher Yin.

Among them, he was most impressed by Ohno Moe, a girl who aspired to become a supervising animation director at the age of 25. She has loved animation and painting since she was a child, and often won class painting awards in elementary and middle school. She wanted to work in Kyoto Animation a long time ago, and she worked hard for a long time before she was successfully employed. This year, she also bought a gift for her grandfather with her salary.

There is also 22-year-old Kaneo Yumi, who is not an artist, but a production manager. Although she has the word manager, it is not an easy job in the animation industry. She is not good at art, but she loves this industry and will do everything she can to promote the project and cheer for everyone.

He saw Taishi Nishiya, who was the one who received him when he first came to Kyoto Animation. Although Taishi Nishiya was born in the 80s, he has a baby face and looks like a freshly graduated college student. He looks silly when he smiles, and his face gets red easily after drinking, which makes him look younger when he smiles. Because of his personality, he is often teased by his colleagues. He is a strong artist who works hard to improve his skills every day.

He saw Yasuhiro Takemoto, a kind animator who said he didn't like stories about people dying, so he made daily animations. Yasuhiro Takemoto is the eldest son in the family, and his parents are already 70 years old. Yasuhiro Takemoto would send flowers to his mother Chieko every Mother's Day, and his mother still keeps the roses that her son gave her 10 years ago. Yasuhiro Takemoto also has a daughter, who will hopefully be in the third grade this year.

Yin Ze has a very good memory. When he sees a face, he can associate everything about that person.

He had no way to put his feet down, so he could only climb up by stepping on his friend's body.

The person closest to the rooftop door was an old man.

Mu Shang Yi Zhi.

The old painter, who had devoted decades of his life to the world of animation and was the cornerstone of Kyoto Animation, had lost consciousness and was pinned down by the students behind him, with one hand still pointing toward the door handle.

Yin Ze finally bumped into the door and grabbed the handle with both hands.

It didn't unscrew the first time.

This door does not use a push-latch lock, but two ordinary door locks. Some employees have said before that it is difficult to open normally.

Yin Ze tried to turn it, but the feeling in his palm was strange and not smooth, as if it was stuck. He didn't rush, but calmed down and tried again and again.

In the suffocating and scorching darkness, the only sound was the mechanical sound of the door lock mechanism colliding.

Yin Ze's heart was beating wildly as he forced himself to remain calm. He was holding his breath the whole time in order to avoid losing consciousness. Of course, it is impossible for a person to hold his breath until he suffocates to death. The instinct for survival would force him to breathe, but the Corridor of Life suppressed the adverse physiological reactions in dangerous situations.

Yin Ze had begun to lose strength and feel dizzy due to lack of oxygen, and his Corridor of Life was also loosening. The related chain reaction was that he couldn't help coughing, inhaling toxic smoke, and then he could no longer maintain his condition.

boom!

With bloodshot eyes, Yin Ze punched the door.

He couldn't open it.

Broken?

at this time?

What a joke!

This dream-making place that was once full of dreams and beauty has become the junction of life and death. In a fire scene, every second is related to life and death. The fire and smoke are rising upwards. Even if he wants to carry his friends to the third-floor window, he can't do it now. It's different from a few minutes ago. The stairs are about to collapse. And there are 20 people here. With this distance and this number of people, they can only go to the rooftop. As long as you open the door and go to the open area, you can breathe and get help from the outside.

There is no doubt that the fire department is on the way here.

If there is a ladder...

Yin Ze's thoughts suddenly stopped. His chest began to ache, and his left foot began to feel a little unstable. The metal door handle was incredibly hot, and his hands were burned red. The temperature of this dead end was still rising. If it continued like this, he might be steamed to death earlier than dying from carbon monoxide poisoning.

Actually there is another option.

If I return to the third floor alone now, relying on the map from memory, closing my eyes all the way, and jumping out of the balcony as quickly as possible to protect my body, I may fall and get burned, but I can at least save my life.

When this thought came to his mind, Yin Ze moved his hand away almost subconsciously.

But a moment later, his hands were on the door lock again.

In this hot environment, any moisture will evaporate quickly. Yin Ze had doused his body with water before, and now his entire body was completely dry, including the corners of his eyes.

Yin Ze could no longer maintain the corridor of life, and his own will was no match for his instincts.

After all, I inhaled a few puffs of boiling smoke.

It was hot and smelly, my chest felt like it was burning, and my throat was dry and hoarse.

My consciousness was gradually blurring, and even the hot metal in my hand felt a chill that was out of tune with reality.

Yin Ze couldn't stand up, so he squatted, then knelt. He refused to fall back.

It's a hot pot from hell.

But to be honest, I should have gone through this trip, but I didn't remember the middle part. I saw this world after I woke up. This second trip, I have to take a good look at what the middle part is like. If there is a thief God, I must slap him in the face, I must.

Yin Ze, who was holding on without falling, finally punched the door again, a light punch.

His vision was darkening and blurring, a sweet false cold was seeping into his nerves, and it felt like his strength and soul were being drained away.

'...'

"Yin..."