If there is still a news broadcast, Gu Mian feels that the female anchor who often on TV screens will report on the national typhoon landing with a stern face.

Gu Mian doesn't watch TV very much, and doesn't watch the news broadcast often, but every time he turns on the TV and broadcasts it to the news station, he will be shocked by the serious face of the female anchor on the screen.

Unfortunately, the news broadcast is gone now.

It is estimated that even the Meteorological Bureau has become an empty shell, and players in the future may face more natural disasters - without weather forecasts.

It was still dark at night, and the only light outside the window was the supermarket in the distance.

The players downstairs were still yelling, and the wind and rain outside kept hitting the window, making the drum face suspected that the window in the living room would be shattered by the strong wind.

"After that..." The fat man shivered in the dark: "Doctor, I feel a little cold..."

It is February now, and the cold winter has passed, and no one is still wearing heavy down jackets and cotton jackets.

Gu Mian knew that the fat man was not afraid of the cold, so this time he wore a thermal underwear, a yellow turtleneck sweater on the outside, and a green jacket like a military coat on the outside, with a hat attached to the top of the jacket.

The fat man often emphasized to Gu Mian that the sweater was light brown, not yellow shit, but Gu Mian still thought that yellow shit was easier to remember.

This hotel is not heated, but you don’t feel cold when wearing such thick clothes in the hotel.

But at this time, the fat man cried and felt that his whole body was frozen, just like he was in an outdoor icy and snowy place. The surrounding walls seemed useless, and the whole body was covered with cold air, which could almost freeze the water in the water cup.

The cold wind seemed to have blown the room through, and the cold air lingered around the three of them. The fat man felt that his hands and feet were frozen cold, and he wanted to wrap the quilt on his body immediately.

"My Day" his teeth began to tremble involuntarily: "Is this too cold?"

Even the fat man felt cold, and those in the corridor and in the living room felt even more cold, as if they had become the freezer that had just been taken out of the refrigerator. At this time, they did not care whether they knew each other or not, but they all depended on each other in an attempt to get a little warmth.

At this temperature, even if you rely on each other for heating, you can't last long. Some people's hands and feet are no longer conscious, and they may have their minds collapsed before their bodies can freeze.

Too cold!

Even if the surrounding walls can block the cold wind, it is still too cold!

Gu Mian glanced at the fat man whose teeth were trembling because of coldness: "You go back and cover yourself with a quilt first.

"Okay" the fat man wanted to get into the quilt immediately, so he agreed immediately, but when he turned around and was about to walk into the room, he suddenly realized that Gu Mian didn't wear much.

The fat man glanced at the doctor standing beside him.

There is a black low-neck sweater inside, almost exposed to the collarbone, and outside is a white coat that looks like it has no effect on keeping cold.

The fat man's teeth were trembling: "Doctor, have you secretly pasted the baby with me on your back?"

Where can I find a baby warmer? Gu Mian pushed him and said, "You can wrap it in the quilt quickly."

The fat man nodded quickly and agreed, nodded and then looked at Chu Changge next to him.

Oh!

This guy was dressed even thinner than the doctor next to him.

He only had a brown turtleneck sweater, not even a coat, but he didn't see Chu Changge's teeth trembling with cold.

The fat man muttered and quickly retracted his quilt: "This is the first time I have found that you are not afraid of cold at all..."

But Gu Mian was not very afraid of the cold, and now this level made him tremble a little; not only was he not afraid of the cold, but he was not afraid of the heat.

He only felt a little hot when wearing a sweater in midsummer. Perhaps because he was often targeted by life, God gave him a warm winter and cool summer physique.

It will be summer before it will be. Gu Mian feels that if it is summer, the fat man may be begging for nothing to hold him as an ice cube.

At this time, the fat man who had not become a silly man was already wrapped in a quilt and closed his eyes.

But even after getting into bed, he was not very restless: "Doctor, the noise outside is still very loud. What if the window in the room is afraid of being broken by the wind and the glass fragments fly over and thorn me."

Gu Mian looked at the fat man who was clutching himself tightly with a quilt on the bed: "Or I would put Xiaohong on you? In this way, the glass would only be pierced at her, and you would not be pierced."

Xiaohong, who was installed on the sofa, moved, as if she wanted to protest the opinion.

But the [mind microphone] hanging around her neck did not express any objection.

When the fat man heard this, he shook his head and refused: "Forget it."

After refusing, he seemed to be planning to sleep peacefully. After a while, Gu Mian heard the snoring sound from his clothes. Although the fat guy was nervous, he fell asleep faster than anyone else.

There was still a strong wind outside, and the glass windows in the living room would break at some point. Chu Changge glanced at Gu Mian: "Are you planning to go to bed tonight?"

Gu Mian looked at the time: "It's past two in the morning now, and I can't sleep for a few hours."

After pausing, he added, "I feel that it's too little anyway."

Chu Changge seemed to have no intention of going to sleep. He looked out the window: "Do you think the wind can stop when it's dawn?"

"I'm afraid not," Gu Mian shook his head: "And judging from the current situation, it should be very chaotic tonight, so we'd better be awake to deal with emergencies."

At this time, there were loud noises coming from downstairs again. The boss who was hoarse at the top seemed to be unable to suppress the panic of the people. He could only hear someone below shouting "Why" first.

Then the chaotic footsteps rang in the first floor lobby.

Listening to the sound, it was the chaotic footsteps of hundreds of people mingled together.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of a group of people running up the stairs came.

At this time, the boss was standing in the middle of the living room on the first floor with his arms wide open, like a peace messenger who waved his hands to call for love and justice in war, but half of these messengers would be shot to death.

The boss was slightly lucky. He was not shot to death. He was just pushed to the ground by the crowded crowds of people up the stairs and then stepped on several steps.

The people in the hall ran up the stairs in panic.

Noisy sounds came from the crowd.

"We will be frozen to death if we stay here!"

"Go to the room upstairs, the room is definitely warmer than here!"

"Why are the only ones who can live in the house? We have to go in too!"

The boss covered his waist and lay on the ground. From time to time, someone stepped on his back. From time to time, someone with unscrupulous hands and feet tripped by him and then pressed on him.

The boss complained, feeling that his waist was about to break.

At this time, he suddenly felt something beside him grabbing his clothes. Before he could react, the other party tried his best to pull him out of the crowded crowd.
Chapter completed!