"What happened?" Mom replied quickly, "He went to give a lecture. Can I help?" and went to put on slippers.

"You woman's house is like me, it's useless!" Mrs. Wang was still gasping, "As soon as I approached the door, I smelled a familiar pungent smell. I hurried to knock on the door, but the old lady in the room didn't react at all. I was afraid that the stove fire would extinguish the gas leak, which would cause a big disaster! But the bolt inside was put and I couldn't get in. It was so anxious!"

"That's an anti-theft iron door? Even two or three big men can't open it." Mom was so anxious that she lost her mind.

"Yes, yes, I'm so anxious!" Mrs. Wang couldn't help crying and shouted, "What should I do, what should I do?"

"Have you ever called 110?" Ling Xiaowen asked.

"I've been beaten long ago, but the police said it would take ten minutes to arrive. But this kind of thing cannot be delayed. If the old lady gets poisoned for a long time, it will be a death!" Mrs. Wang showed an anxious expression.

"Yes, yes." Mom also comforted her and said, "Girl, don't be anxious, don't be anxious!"

"I'm not anxious, but I feel uneasy!" Mrs. Wang was still anxious because she kept thinking about that terrible thing in her mind.

A week ago, an old man in the alley suffered a heart attack at 2 o'clock in the middle of the night. His wife called the "120" emergency number and said that he had arrived within 20 minutes. However, there was a road that had not been completed so he had to take a detour. As a result, he got lost like a ghost hitting a wall. The ambulance was delayed for twenty minutes. The sick man died halfway through the way to the hospital.

Ling Xiaowen looked at Mrs. Wang who was so anxious that she was ramming like a fly, and suddenly she felt a sudden thrill in her mind and took the divine ball and ran out.

The iron door of Mrs. Wang’s house is thick and bulky. Even if the police come, it will probably take a lot of time to open it. It is on the tenth floor and the windows are closed tightly, so maybe I can’t get in after a long time.

"Time is the life of the old lady!" Ling Xiaowen thought about taking a look around and had an idea in his mind.

This property has been built for more than 20 years. At that time, the developer did not have the attention of the front line. The internal structure of the house was not reasonable. In order to make full use of the space, many residents moved the kitchen to the side of the public corridor, and the outlet of the range hood was knocked out of the wall. In this way, many fume hoses were hung above the corridor to discharge the air to the outside of the corridor. Mrs. Wang and Ling Xiaowen's family also did this. The owner had to violate the rules, and the property owner had no choice but to issue rectification orders. However, no matter whether the hole was close or at a height of ten floors, it was irrelevant to the god ball.

"The only one who can enter Wang Dasao's house now is the hole that is the size of a bowl of the drainage smoke pipe." Ling Xiaowen immediately went home and took a chair, stood up, quickly removed the hose, let the hole be exposed, and then issued an order to the divine ball: "Enter the hole, turn forward, turn right, forward, descend, stop, and remove the latch."

The Divine Ball did not move at all. He stretched out his mouth and rubbed the head of the bolt a few times, moved to the left, and heard a "click" sound, and he actually pulled the bolt away from the insertion tip like a human.

Seeing that there was something going on in the house, Ling Xiaowen quickly pushed open the iron door, covered his nose and rushed into the house, opening the windows.

Several neighbors saw Ling Xiaowen at first, and thought he had something wrong, but when they saw the door open, they felt inexplicable. Then they seemed to understand something, so they followed them into the room and carried the unconscious old lady on the bed to the corridor.

The old lady foamed at her mouth, her face turned purple and blue, and she seemed to have fainted. Her eyes were closed but she had a faint breath and heartbeat. She probably won't do it in a few minutes.

My mother learned life-saving knowledge at work and immediately gave her artificial respiration. The neighbors also helped her, some brought boiling water, some handed over towels, and some went to tidy up the stove. The stove was in a mess, and an old duck was burnt halfway, and the fragments of the casserole were scattered. It was probably that the old duck had made a "sense" and suppressed the stove. Otherwise, it would probably cause a fire and affect the neighbors. It was a very unfortunate blessing!

The police did not delay this time, and arrived just ten minutes after calling the police. They were relieved to see that the scene had been dealt with.

Mrs. Wang fell limply, leaning against the corridor railing, her feet trembling, and kept saying: "Thank you everyone, thank you... Thank you..."

"How is this old man? Take her into our car and take her to the hospital!" said the police officer in charge.

The old lady was helped up and sat on the ground, her face was pale and her eyes were dull, but she woke up. She whispered with her mouth, "It's okay... It's okay, don't go to the hospital."

"Gas poisoning is a big harm to the body. Go to the hospital for a checkup and then take a physical therapy to truly recover."

"If you don't go, don't go. Am I good?" The old lady was stubborn like a child.

"I'm going, aunt Wang, you have to listen to me." Mom raised her hand to Sister Wang, "Come on, help your mother-in-law to the hospital."

...After the police car left, the neighbors were still gathering together. Their discussion was focused on Ling Xiaowen, and they could not understand that a "foreign bubble" could penetrate into the oil fume pipe and open the counter-latched door.

Ling Xiaowen was so stumped that he wanted to say it but felt inconvenient to say it, so he had to go away on an excuse.

After remembering his son's words, the mother said sloppyly: "Our son has learned magic, and that little Yang bubble is just a prop. Hehe, is this magic advanced? He said that he will perform this Spring Festival Gala this year!"

"real?"

"Magic is all lies, not unusual; but our Xiaowen's magic is real without any false heads."

"Not! Is this Yang Bubble an intelligent robot? It's so amazing!"
Chapter completed!