I Can Solve Cases, And I Have Become A World Treasure (Volumes 6-9)

Chapter 227: Water rescue, God's will

Is one minute a long time? It is only sixty seconds, and every second passes quickly.

For Vilia, this minute was a long one. She experienced from life to death, and from death to life.

The first second she fell into the water, she had a great fear of water. She knew exactly what was in the water, and this fear was amplified. She wanted to stay on the water and grab the fresh air. But her hands were tied, so she couldn't do it.

Vilia had learned to swim before. She did not sit still and swam quickly to the edge of the tank. In her imagination, she could knock the glass open with her body or slap the glass with her palms. In fact, she could not. The water was very gentle and turbulent. She dived over, her strength being relieved by the current, and she was completely relieved of more than half of her body.

At this moment, Vilia was desperate.

"Is there...is there anyone...help me..."

She wanted to open her mouth to call for help, but when she opened her mouth, the cool water poured into her throat, scrambling for help. At the same time, the water pressure in the water tank not only caused her panic, but also squeezed her heart. She struggled hard and it was really painful to hold her breath.

He couldn't even stop his body from sliding down.

In this minute of life and breathing gradually passing by, Vilia collapsed with extreme anxiety. She heard every cell in her body shouting "I'm so young and I don't want to die." Her heartbeat was also very fast, which was inconsistent with her desire to survive. What was running counter to her was her body: she couldn't stand the cold water, the blood all over her body seemed to be frozen, and her teeth were chattering.

I don't know if too much water entered the eardrum, and she also lost her hearing.

Or maybe she had a mental hallucination when she was dying.

She heard a faint siren sound, blurred from far to near, and before she could catch it, the waves hit her face leisurely, diluting these unrealistic fantasies. Ask yourself, how could the police know she was here? Even if he knew she was here, could he save her in time? The longest time she could hold her breath was about the same as that of an ordinary person, and there were only a few seconds left before death...

Vilia regretted it. If the concentration of pain and regret at the moment of being kidnapped was ten times, the pain and regret in the water now is a hundred times, one degree. It's deeper than once, and it can get thicker and thicker as you go up layer by layer! Thinking of what she had done, Vilia cried miserably, her eyes filled with tears, and strings fell from her cheeks.

Mixed in the water, it's hard to tell whether it's tears or sea water.

God, please give me another chance! If you give me a chance! I must be a good person! Jesus, did you hear that?

On the verge of death, her subconscious screamed with the strongest desire! Perhaps it was because her thoughts must have echoes, but at this moment, she really heard the footsteps in a trance. What is it? She also heard the sentence "Shoot! Save the hostages!"

This was familiar Chinese and a long-lost local accent.

The other party seemed to be concerned about her safety, and his voice was so intense that it soared into the sky. Did someone come to save her? Isn't it a fantasy she spun because she was about to die?

Vilia opened her eyes drowsily in the water, and the scene before her was unforgettable for the rest of her life - countless armed policemen pointed their guns at her. To be precise, her neighborhood.