Chapter 387

The antique clock in the lobby is ticking. It's 8 p.m. now. If it's normal, it's the time when people are most energetic. But now they are trapped in the windy and snowy weather. It may be because the doors and windows in the room are closed, and the carbon dioxide produced by the burning fire in the lobby makes people's brain feel sleepy.

Everyone was in low spirits and looked anxious and haggard.

They are close to each other and warm each other, except waiting.

"No one is going to save us tonight."

Someone sobbed in a low voice and looked at the snowy weather outside. It was dark. The snowy weather outside howled like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Qiao bao'er closed her eyes and was half asleep.

Next to Zhu Xiaowei holding Pei Yi next to the rest has been breathing evenly fell asleep, Xia chuixue holding the quilt himself shrinking a ball, she is nervous, unable to rest, from time to time open her eyes.

Pei Haoran stood by them, while Lu Qinan and some big men were on the other side, chopping wooden furniture with several axes to keep burning.

This night, in addition to the continuous whistling of wind and snow outside, it was the sound of Lu Qinan chopping wood with axes. Most of the passengers here were rich people who had no physical strength. They were also very uncomfortable with axes. The banging sound always hit something.

The night was so quiet that people were terrified.

Qiao bao'er listened to Lu Qinan's chopping, but she felt relieved and fell asleep.

But she just wanted to go to sleep, suddenly outside the door came shouting, scream.

Qiao bao'er jumped up immediately.

Some people in the lobby also noticed the strange sound and turned to look out warily, but there was nothing outside the heavy glass wall.

All of a sudden, a figure flits past in a panic. The fire in the room is shining faintly. You can see a figure clearly.

But the pale face of the man in the open air seemed to be stupefied. He kept yelling and slapping the door with both hands. There was some horror in Qiao bao'er's eyes. She clearly saw that the man's hands in the open air were covered with blood.

"Open the door."

"Open the door for me!" The man at the door thumped the heavy door of the hotel, shouting anxiously.

Many people in the room woke up with panic and hesitation on their faces.

I don't understand why a man suddenly appeared outside, and his hands were stained with blood.

Qiao bao'er and Lu Qinan did not move. At this time, a tall and thin man came out of the crowd and approached the gate step by step.

Qiao bao'er saw clearly that it was the photographer who had just instructed the passengers to lock the doors and windows.

Without waiting for everyone to speak, the photographer opened the door.

In an instant, the wind and snow swept in.

Some people sitting in the distance from the door cried out in an uproar. The wind and snow at night was weaker than expected, not so strong, but the temperature was still very low. The central fire pile was blown out by the wind and snow.

The photographer was quick. He pulled the man in and immediately closed the door again.

The photographer asked directly, "what's going on?"

The man was watched, he looked flustered, "I, I really didn't mean to kill him..."

"Anta, he locked the pantry in the back kitchen. I want to get the key back, and then I'm not careful..."

He seems to be too frightened, a pair of big hands are red and swollen by the wind and snow, stained with blood, directly cover his face, the man out of control like crying, constantly explaining.

"We were fighting at the back door. Anta had all the keys to the exit of the hotel. He wanted to freeze me to death outdoors, so I dragged him out. We wrestled together. I wanted to grab the key on his waist... I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it. Anta turned and fell off the cliff."

Anta is dead.

Everyone was surprised when they heard the news.

"Did you get the key back?" There was an urgent cry.

Compassion is not worth mentioning at such a critical moment. They don't care whether Anta falls down the cliff to live or die. What they care most about now is that the food storeroom is locked.

The man broke down and cried, "I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to kill him." He seems to be really scared, decadent drop to sit on the ground, repeat murmur a few words.

A man ran forward impatiently to search whether he had a key. The next second, he was disheartened and scolded, "bastard, I didn't get the key back!"

Groups of people with solemn faces ran to the kitchen, and Qiao bao'er ran with them.

Sure enough, the pantry was locked by a big steel lock.

This kind of steel lock can only be opened by high-power laser or electric saw. It's useless to split it by hand.

There is no food supply.

Zhu Xiaowei's face turned white and hugged Pei Yi in his arms. Both of them were helpless and stiff. Pei Haoran walked over to them and patted them on the shoulder. But at this time, everyone's expression was so severe that they could not even say any words of comfort.

"We don't even have food now..."

A few women could not help crying, "why does God do this to us? The furniture will soon be burnt out. Without food, the people at the foot of the mountain can't catch up."

There is a middle-aged woman who seems to have a nervous breakdown and is possessed by the devil. She runs to the fire in the center, picks up a big torch, waves it randomly, and cries out, "no one will come to save us..."

"We're all going to die."

"We'll all die here!" She broke into tears and shouts. She threw the torch at the thick curtain of the window.

"We're going to burn this hotel and bury us. They have done us harm and cheated us to come to this devil's place. This is hell!"

Everyone in the lobby seems to be enveloped by the despair of death, no hope of survival, no one to stop, the torch soon lit the curtain, the flame suddenly flew up.

Qiao bao'er tried to squeeze through the crowd, angrily scolded, "you are crazy, I don't want to be burned!"

Her sentence "burn to death" awakened some people in the crowd. If the hotel caused a fire, they would be burned before they were frozen to death, and there was no place to hide from the wind and snow.

Qiao bao'er doesn't know if the doors and windows are closed and airless. These people are mentally disabled.

She was angry and on fire. She reached out and pulled down the burning curtain. With the burning curtain, she quickly pulled it to the big fire in the middle, so as not to light other places.

Lu Qinan immediately ran to help her. Seeing that her hair was on fire, she quickly took off her clothes and patted her on the back. "Qiao bao'er, part of your long hair is burnt."

Qiao bao'er was so angry that he scolded the crowd, "those of you who want to die, go out now, don't get in the way here!"

All eyes were on her, and they were afraid to speak.

We all bowed our heads, feeling of fear has been suppressed in our hearts, especially most of the tourists here are people who enjoy wealth, where they have experienced hardships, and now they are trapped here like refugees, with uncertain life and death.

How to pretend to be strong in such a tense time.

Zhu Xiaowei and Pei Haoran huddle together. She has some tears in her eyes. The disaster is more frightening than imagined. How can she learn to be calm.

The temperature is low, everyone has been unstable, an old man suddenly had a stroke.

The photographer's man seems to be a doctor, he is very professional to see the elderly stroke, looked up and told his family, "cerebral hemorrhage."

Although Qiao bao'er didn't go there, she was worried when she heard the word "cerebral hemorrhage". Her father Qiao Wenyu nearly died of cerebral hemorrhage some time ago. It was a very urgent illness.

"What about that?"

"I want to send my father to the hospital immediately..." the family members around me cried nervously, but looking at the dark snowy weather outside, their voice became helpless and desperate.

"Please help my father."

"We can't just watch him die..." several family members cried and tugged at the photographer's arm. The photographer only shook his head at them and couldn't help it.

Family members have been crying, outdoor wind and snow blowing, the crowd is suddenly quiet, quiet people panic.

Pei Yi is still young. He trembles with fear when he hears the words of death crying on the other side.

Qiao bao'er sat down next to him, covering his ears under his hat with both hands, so that he would not listen to those sad cries.

Between life and death, even if the sad cry, sometimes, there is nothing to do.

In addition to the majority of people in the hotel lobby heating, there are a small number of people are more willing to return to their own suite small space waiting.

All of a sudden, there was an urgent running sound on the other side of the stairs, "I saw a car on the west side of the mountain with my telescope..."

The sound immediately refreshed everyone.

One is an astronomy enthusiast. He carries some high-power telescopes with him. In the high-rise suite, he uses the telescope to find three cars with headlights on the west side of the mountain.

"The rescue car finally arrived..."