Xia Zhiming said a few words about the content of the phone call and what he saw downstairs just now. He spoke in a hurry and in a loud voice. After speaking, he took a deep breath and looked at the man.

The man spread his hands calmly: "There is no other way but to wait."

"you!"

He patted Xia Zhiming on the shoulder soothingly: "I'm just telling the truth, I haven't received a notification of a new action, it means that we haven't even figured out a countermeasure, we just have to wait. It's not just you who are worried, but no matter how urgent What's the way, do you go out and die?"

Xia Zhiming couldn't help pulling at the man's collar, gritted his teeth and said, "It wouldn't have been like this! I told you that there would be fog! I told you before, you said to report it through the program. What's the result? Huh? If I believed the emergency notification I said earlier, it wouldn't be the result! There wouldn't be so many people dying outside!"

The man sighed, broke Xia Zhiming's hand clutching the collar, and adjusted the collar: "Some things are not as simple as you think, nor are they under my control."

☆、Chapter6

When Xia Zhiming challenged his immediate boss at the Public Security Bureau, Ye Zhao and Luo Xiaochen were sitting at the dining table. Like most people in the country, they were watching the news channel's follow-up report on the emergency.

On the TV screen, the news anchorwoman, who always maintains a professional expression no matter what happens, is talking to the reporters who follow the front line. Due to the foggy weather, the media were unable to conduct video tracking interviews and could only connect via voice.

The reporter on the other end of the line was talking about the current progress of the rescue. His voice was slightly panting, and he seemed to have followed the emergency rescue team to many places, but his tone was always calm: "...Through high-altitude spraying of chemicals, the government can, to a certain extent, The development of the situation was controlled. In response to this poisonous fog, the government used the latest medicine developed by a special team, which worked faster than the previous few times. After less than three hours, the poisonous fog almost dissipated Now my location is on the first floor of a shopping mall as a temporary first aid center in District K in the center of H. Since District K is a prosperous area, there are relatively many injured people. The government has organized dozens of rescue teams from nearby hospitals to deal with the injured people. Carry out emergency treatment, and I will follow up with the results of the treatment..."

Luo Xiaochen watched TV while picking up the food. Hearing what the reporter said, he swallowed his food and said, "Oh, this time it's very efficient! Why did that special group suddenly open and hang up? I remember the last time it was foggy like this. Last year, right? It took more than a day for the fog to clear up. At that time, I suspected that the fog had dissipated on its own." He squinted his eyes and glanced at the kitchen window, "It's raining a lot, but it's really nothing. It's foggy."

"Well, I hope no one dies this time." Ye Zhao frowned and picked up asparagus with chopsticks, his expression vaguely showing disgust. When he eats, he pays attention to chewing and swallowing slowly, he pays attention to eating without speaking, and he pays attention to not making a sound when the bowls and spoons touch each other. In short, there are too many rules, but only for himself. Luo Xiaochen has been complaining that he is willing to torture himself. It’s rare to be able to answer this time while eating, Luo Xiaochen immediately took an inch: "I said, you are so picky about your own fried dishes, what do you do with other dishes? I have known you for so long, only Nie Renyan has not seen anything made by you. You picked it."

Ye Zhao paused for a while, and only glanced at Luo Xiaochen, he shrunk back in desperation and kept his mouth shut.

In fact, when Luo Xiaochen first met Ye Zhao, he was completely a standard noble son who didn't touch the sun with his fingers.

At that time, he only lived in the dormitory for about a year before moving out and rented an apartment with Nie Renyan in a nearby residential area outside the campus. Nie Renyan was responsible for three meals a day. Occasionally, when he was in the mood to think about something to eat, he would kick Nie Renyan out of the kitchen, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. No one dares to call the dark cuisine second.

Luo Xiaochen once had a lesson when he went to eat. He sat at the table and stared at the dishes for a long time, but he didn't dare to stretch out his chopsticks. At that time, he wondered why Ye Zhao looked so gentle and clear-headed. To be able to make such a crazy dish, of course, he wondered how much Nie Renyan's taste was so strange that he could eat it so much that it was said that he added an extra bowl of rice than usual.

It wasn't until later that Nie Renyan left and Ye Zhao started to cook by himself, but after only two or three tries, he could make the dishes in a decent manner. At least, in terms of appearance, it was getting closer and closer to the textbook level, and Luo Xiaochen suddenly realized ——He was used to Nie Renyan before.

The rain gradually stopped outside, and only occasionally a few drops of water from the eaves of the top floor fell, making a crisp sound on the flower stand. Luo Xiaochen looked at the kitchen again, the fog outside the window was no longer there, and the calm tone of the reporter on the TV was faintly relieved, still reporting the progress of the rescue in real time, and everything seemed to be fine.

Ye Zhao swallowed the last mouthful of rice, and was about to reach out to take out a cleansing tissue, but suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Luo Xiaochen asked with some doubts when he saw that his face suddenly became extremely serious.