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The dead leaves fell off the branches, let the evening wind drag them, and fluttered on the soil. They were then crushed by the wheelchair and turned into mud and dust. Chief Inspector Geng was sitting in a wheelchair, with an unhealthy blush on his originally pale face, and said in a vague voice: "Xiaomeng, my heart just had a bypass. It beats a few times and has to be slowed down. There is also a tumor in my head. The doctor said it is good or bad. It is hard to say yet..." Ji Meng interrupted impatiently: "Thank God, all ten of my fingers are still growing on my hands now. If you have any questions, just tell me, dad." "... Ahem... I just want to say, if you don't hurry up, I won't be able to support your marriage..." The scene was frozen on his father's helpless face. Ji Meng sighed leisurely, took out the last cigarette from his body and threw it into his mouth. He originally wanted to look for a lighter on his body, but after looking at the blazing flames around him, he felt that this idea was too stupid. He simply put the cigarette butt close to the burning furniture, then took a deep breath and said: "Dad, I'm sorry, I have to go ahead of you." With a bang, the long-disrepaired tube building slowly collapsed in the flames. The fire in Linmu City claimed the lives of countless people, including Ji Meng, who was only 20 years old.