Courier Delivery Was Tricked, I Let The Female Anchor Die On The Spot

At the intersection not far in front of Qin Luo, many cars and pedestrians were congested.

Originally, Qin Luo only thought that there was heavy traffic, but when he saw so many people gathered there, he realized that things might not be so simple.

So he drove a small three-wheeler and approached slowly, and what he saw afterwards made him a little dazed.

"Whose old man is this?"

"I don't know, who knows what's going on with this old man?"

"Is there a car accident?"

"It shouldn't be, there is no injury on this body!"

"I was waiting for the traffic light just now, and the old man suddenly lay down in the middle of the road when he was crossing the road. I don't know what happened."

"It's not about touching porcelain, is it?"

"I look like..."

"Stay back, but be careful not to get scammed!"

"..."

A group of pedestrians gathered in the middle of the road, and surrounded by them, an old man was lying on the clean ground.

The old man's eyes were closed tightly, and he looked motionless. It seemed that something was wrong, but most of the people present did not lend a helping hand. Instead, they retreated vigilantly.

It's not that they don't have compassion - on the contrary, in today's world, there are still more good people than bad people. If conditions permit, they are also willing to lend a helping hand to this old man.

However, in recent years, it is not uncommon for old people to touch porcelain and blackmail people. As time goes by, people no longer dare to lend a helping hand to others casually.

Think about it, when you are walking on the side of the road and suddenly see someone sick and injured, you use up your strength to send the person to the hospital, and when the patient's family members arrive, what you receive is not a thank you, but accusations and scolding, saying It was you who did it, and I still want compensation from you.

Who can resist this?

Some people even go bankrupt because of this, but they can only admit that they are unlucky when encountering such a thing.

Because of this, although many people present were worried about the old man's physical condition, none of them dared to help.

Qin Luo's mobile phone mounted on the handlebar happened to capture this scene, and transmitted the picture in the middle of the road to the live broadcast room.

"Is this a car accident or is it Pengcier?"

"There is no injury on the body, and there is no blood on the ground. It should not be a car accident."

"Could it be that the old man has something wrong with himself and suddenly fell ill?"

"I feel that the chances of touching Ci'er are higher. You can see that no one around dares to go up to help."

"Who dares to help? If you get used to this, at best you'll just receive a word of thanks, at worst you'll get multiple living fathers!"

"He's still a living father. This is a living ancestor. I had a classmate in elementary school who helped an old man and was blackmailed. Finally, he sold the house to solve it!"

"There are so many people watching, and the old man is still motionless, so he shouldn't have touched porcelain?"

"Who would dare to gamble? It's no good if you win the bet. If you lose the bet, you'll lose your fortune. It's better not to meddle in your own business."

"Aren't the anchors going to help? The old man looks so pitiful."

"It's better not to go, be careful not to get into trouble..."

"..."

Netizens had a heated discussion in the live broadcast room, and they were vaguely divided into two groups.

A group of people think that it's a touch of porcelain, and if they really go up to help them, they might be blackmailed, and they will have troubles that they can't tell, so it's best not to meddle in other people's business.

There is another group of people who are more sympathetic. They feel that the old man lying there is very pitiful. There are so many people watching the old man and he does not move. Maybe something really happened. I hope Qin Luo can help.

Qin Luo didn't watch the live broadcast, nor did he speak, but just quietly looked at the old man lying in the middle of the road not far away.

After a long time, he got off the tricycle, walked towards the old man step by step with clear eyes and firm steps.

"Hey, boy, what are you doing?"

"You don't want to help him, do you?"

"Don't, what if you get blackmailed?"

"That's right, you are still so young, but don't make trouble for yourself, one more thing is worse than one less thing!"

"..."

Seeing him walking towards the old man step by step, people around him immediately guessed his inner thoughts and gave advice one after another.

Qin Luo turned a deaf ear to the surrounding voices, and stopped when he reached the old man.

From his point of view, the old man was lying motionless on the ground, and his face looked a little pale, as if something had really happened.

However, no one dared to bet on whether he deliberately blackmailed people.

Qin Luo thought for a while, and asked a passerby beside him, "Did you call 120?"

The man froze for a moment, nodded and said, "It seems that someone called in more than ten minutes, but 120 hasn't arrived yet."

Another person stood up and said, "I just called again, and 120 said that the traffic is too heavy, and the ambulance will not be able to arrive for a while, and it will take another half an hour at the earliest."

Half an hour... Qin Luo fell into deep thought.

If the old man really fell ill suddenly, could he survive for half an hour?

At this moment, a man rushed over suddenly, and shouted loudly while jumping at the old man: "Dad!"

He yelled, and everyone's attention was focused on him.

But he threw himself directly beside the old man, observing the old man's situation anxiously, and at the same time kept shouting: "Dad, Dad, please say something! What's wrong with you, Dad!"

Facing the man's anxious shouts, the old man never opened his mouth, let alone moved, while the people around him began to whisper while watching this scene.

"Is this the old man's son?"

"If you are so anxious, it must be because the old man has some kind of illness."

"Be careful, maybe it's a gang committing crimes."

"Yes, yes, I have heard such a news before. It was also an old man lying down. At first, everyone was vigilant and did not dare to help, but a woman came out while calling Dad, asking the big guy to help, and finally Helping that person is really blackmailed."

"Now in this world, just take care of yourself. It's better not to make trouble for yourself."

"..."

More and more passers-by retreated, and there were a few who couldn't bear to step forward to help, but they didn't move even under the persuasion of others.

At this time, the man turned around and begged in a crying voice: "Everyone, is there anyone who can help? My dad has a heart attack. He must be ill. Please help, just take us to the hospital That's it, please!"

"Uh... I still have something to do, so let's go first."

"If you are your own son and don't look up to your father, what's the use of asking us?"

"That's right, what if it's a deliberate attempt to blackmail us..."

"I want to help you, but you have seen the traffic situation, the car can't drive out at all."

"That's right, an ambulance was called for you, but it won't arrive in a while, why don't you find a way to help your dad with first aid?"

"..."

No one reached out to help, most people just said a few words of comfort.

But the man said anxiously: "I really can't delay, my dad may be in danger every second he stays here, please help me!"

Facing the man's prayer, the passers-by around just silently looked away, and then walked a little further away again.

Their reaction once again deeply hurt the man's heart, his pleading voice was almost crying, and even his body began to tremble.

It is said that a man does not shed tears lightly, but facing his father who is in danger, he really can't control his emotions.

Finally, as soon as his knees gave way, he was about to kneel on the ground and make his final plea to the people.

But at this moment, a hand stretched out from the side and firmly grabbed his shoulder...