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In the pitch-black night, a huge excavator, like a giant beast, quietly approached Bai Sitian and Huang Wei's factory.

Under the weak moonlight, the outline of the factory is vaguely visible.

It is now 3 o'clock in the morning, and the lights in the factory have been turned off. It seems that the workers have all gone off work.

The driver kept his voice as low as possible and drove the excavator outside the factory.

In the darkness, there was a hint of cunning and fierceness on his face.

As the excavator started, driven by powerful mechanical force, the huge bucket was raised high and then slammed against the wall of the factory.

A solid wall is as fragile as a biscuit in front of a steel machine.

With just one hit and a slight hook of the bucket, the entire wall collapsed, raising a cloud of dust and gravel.

In just a few minutes, a bungalow was reduced to rubble.

As the walls collapsed, the interior of the factory was exposed.

Those machines and fabrics were all crushed under the rubble, and they were in a mess.

The excavator driver had a satisfied smile on his face. He made money so easily.

But he didn't notice that there was a bed in the corner of the ruins, with the quilt spread out.

Two hours later, the sun has not yet fully risen, and the sky is glowing with a faint fish belly white.

The little native dog raised at home grunted in front of Xiao Ming's bed, reminding him that it was time to go out and solve his internal crisis.

Xiao Ming was annoyed by the fuss, so he stood up in a daze, picked up the dog leash and led the puppy out.

The little local dog was so lively and active that it broke free from the leash and ran wildly up the mountain.

The air in the mountain forest in the early morning was as fresh as lemons. Xiao Ming took a deep breath and suddenly felt more energetic.

The little native dog ran happily in front, looking back at Xiao Ming from time to time, as if waiting for him to catch up quickly.

"Oh, slow down!" Xiao Ming shouted with a smile and quickened his pace.

He ran after the dog into the woods, but the sight before him suddenly stopped him.

The house that was fine yesterday has turned into a pile of ruins now.

Xiao Ming felt a buzz in his head and his heart jumped suddenly.

Xiao Ming came to his senses and hurriedly turned around and ran home.

The little native dog ran after him.

As he ran, he shouted: "Mom and Dad! Something's wrong! The house collapsed!"

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Soon, the early morning tranquility was broken by the sharp sound of sirens.

The police rushed to the scene quickly and set up a cordon around the perimeter. The atmosphere was extremely tense for a while.

Workers in the garment factory came to work one after another, but were stopped one by one by the police.

Anxiety was written on their faces. On the one hand, they were worried about being late and their wages would be deducted. On the other hand, they were even more worried about Boss Huang's safety.

Boss Huang has always been very kind to them, and everyone is willing to work for such an employer.

An older worker asked the police: "Comrade police, can you let us go? We have to go to work. It's not okay to be late!"

The police asked, "Where do you work?"

"It's the clothing factory in front."

The policeman frowned and replied: "You can't go, the factory has collapsed."

As soon as he finished speaking, the workers exclaimed and looked at each other, unable to believe this fact.

I didn't leave until 10 o'clock last night after working overtime. I only left for a few hours. Why did it collapse?

The older worker continued to ask: "How is our boss Huang doing now? Is she not injured?"

The policeman paused. He seemed puzzled by this question: "Boss Huang? What does the collapse of the factory have to do with Boss Huang?"

"Boss Huang...she slept in the factory last night!" The company commander's voice was trembling.

The policeman's expression suddenly changed, this news was obviously beyond his expectation.

"Huh?! Really?! This is terrible!"

He immediately used the walkie-talkie to report to his superiors and also called the fire department.

The people who demolished the house acted in the dark and carried out the demolition rashly without verifying whether anyone was in the house.

Poor Huang Wei was buried under the rubble.

When the news came out, it was like a bolt from the blue.

Television reporters also caught wind of the incident and rushed to report the accident.

The TV reporters had their cameras and microphones ready. They stood on the edge of the ruins, with the ruins behind them, and the smell of dust in the wind.

The camera captured Charlie, and the keen reporters felt from Charlie's dress and temperament that he might be an overseas Chinese.

At this time, Charlie's eyes were red and swollen, and he had obviously cried.

"Sir, what is your name? Where are you from? Why are you crying?" the reporter asked cautiously.

Charlie stared at the reporter with his eyes red from crying and said: "My name is Charlie Qian, from Hong Kong City. The girl buried here is my girlfriend."

This was beyond the expectations of the reporters and actually had something to do with compatriots from Hong Kong and Macao.

Another reporter asked: "Mr. Charlie, what do you think of this accident?"

Charlie took a deep breath and tried to calm down his emotions.

He looked up at the camera with a firm light in his eyes: "I am very sad. Huang Wei is a kind and innocent girl. She should not suffer such a fate. I ask the government to save her as soon as possible!"

At this point, Charlie's voice was trembling, but he still held back his tears and continued: "As Huang Wei's boyfriend, her family and I cannot lose her."

Reporters were also affected by Charlie's emotions.

Charlie knew deep down that words were not enough.

He quickly walked to his car and asked the driver to drive in the direction of the Public Security Bureau, preparing to make a request to the government as a Hong Kong businessman.

He knew that this method was not the best, but for Huang Wei, he had to do something!

After Charlie left, the reporters turned their cameras to other people at the scene.

Huang Hongsheng usually came to the factory in a wheelchair to work. When he heard about this, he felt like he was struck by lightning and almost couldn't hold on.

He had experienced the haze of an earthquake, and the days when he was buried deep in the ground were his lingering nightmares.

Now that his daughter has suffered such a disaster, how can he not be heartbroken?

Huang Wei's mother He Fengzhi cried so hard that her heart was broken.

She was such a caring little cotton-padded jacket, but now her life or death was uncertain. How could she not be heartbroken?

A reporter suddenly remembered that Huang Hongsheng was the hero who saved the amputated child in last year's earthquake!

He quickly reported the news to his superiors, and half an hour later the news was broadcast on TV stations and radio stations.

This was like a fire, instantly igniting the hearts of the people in the city.

Countless citizens called the public security bureau, asking the government to help save the hero's daughter and not to let the hero with white hair give away the black hair.

At the site, the excavation work was carried out nervously and orderly, and every brick and tile was carefully rummaged through.

People are expecting a miracle to happen.

But after all the ruins were sorted, Huang Wei was nowhere to be seen.

Did she disappear out of thin air?