"Uncle Qian!" Jiang Manyue finally stepped forward and pleaded with the old man, "Uncle, can you let them in first?"
"I know it's not business hours now, but it's so cold and windy that people outside are probably going to freeze to death."
The old man didn't say much: "Okay, you two come in first!"
Uncle Qian and his colleagues were able to enter the guesthouse, their shoes covered in thick ice chips.
"Drink some hot water to warm yourself up!" Wang Baozhu quickly made some hot tea.
The two drank some hot water and finally recovered after a while.
"This is horrible weather. I've never seen such heavy snow in all these years."
"We set out this morning hoping to get back quickly, but the wheels of our car were frozen."
"You don't know, there was a bus heading back to town in front of us just now, but it disappeared in a moment."
Uncle Qian was terrified as he spoke: "I couldn't see anything around me. I felt like I might get lost if I wasn't careful."
"Luckily, I often run this route, and I remembered there was a guesthouse here."
"It's only because of experience that I made it this far. Otherwise, it would have been troublesome if the car broke down along the way."
'Squeak, squeak!'
The tape recorder next to me started making noise, and soon I couldn't receive any channels.
"No way? Why isn't it ringing?" Wang Baozhu went to try the phone behind her, but all she heard was a busy tone.
There was a sound of "Snap!" and the light bulb in the house went out.
Jiang Manyue pressed the switch and it seemed like there was a power outage.
It seems that the nearby power lines were broken by the accumulated snow, which makes people feel uneasy.
"Go make a phone call and see if the maintenance guy can come?"
Qin Zhenbei came to the hall, picked up the phone line and wanted to make a call.
Who knew that the microphone was busy and the radio signal disappeared completely.
At this moment, they were completely trapped here.
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