Rebirth of the Routine King

"Wang Yan, what happened... let's run!"

Song Zhiwen was so frightened that her face turned pale, and her beautiful peach blossom eyes were now full of panic.

Wang Yan held Song Zhiwen's hand tightly with a serious look on his face.

At this time, all the guests dining on the third floor were in a mess, with women screaming and children crying.

Wang Yan saw two middle-aged men trying to go down the stairs, but before they reached the stairs, they were stopped by the thick black smoke and quickly covered their noses with their hands to cough.

Seeing that the stairs were blocked, everyone began to retreat. They subconsciously believed that as long as they stayed far away, they would be able to avoid the black smoke.

Now they still have some luck, that is, the speed of fire rescue must be faster than the spread of black smoke, so they all choose to hide in the most hidden corners.

But Wang Yan knew very well that it was useless to expect him to save him. With the speed of the black smoke rising now and the sealing of the third floor, the space would be completely engulfed by the black smoke in ten minutes at most. No matter where he hid, he would be trapped.

The inevitable ending is to be choked to death.

Besides, even if the fire fighters arrive in time, without knowing the situation clearly, they will definitely start the search and rescue from the first floor, which wastes the most precious rescue opportunity!

Song Zhiwen took Wang Yan's hand and wanted to hide behind her, but Wang Yan refused.

Wang Yan let go of Song Zhiwen's hand, picked up the chair and started hitting the tempered glass.

Once, twice...

Even if Wang Yan tried his best, the glass was still not damaged.

Seeing Wang Yan's move, several middle-aged men ran from behind and also picked up chairs and started hitting the glass.

However, there are no eggs...

"How about we lift the table and bump into each other?"

At Wang Yan's suggestion, he and two middle-aged men lifted the heavy dining table high and smashed it against the glass with a corner of the dining table!

This method really worked. After only three impacts, there was a crisp "ding" sound, and the transparent rigidized glass suddenly shattered into snowflakes.

Before everyone had time to be happy, they heard a loud "bang" coming from downstairs. As the floor shook, the black mist surged up even more violently!

Not good! Another barrel of alcohol-based fuel must have exploded!

Wang Yan was so anxious at this time that after inhaling several mouthfuls of black mist, he choked and coughed.

On the other side, several middle-aged men were trying to remove the broken glass. In the end, they found that the tables and chairs were not useful, so they just started. However, after a lot of effort, they were able to open up the small opening of a football, and both hands were already damaged.

Dripping with blood!

But at this moment, even if there is lighting, the thick black smoke renders the room like evening, like a miserable scene of doomsday!

Wang Yan knew that time was running out. If he wasted any more time on the glass, he might be choked to death by the black smoke before he could open the escape hole.

So he decisively took Song Zhiwen to the bathroom, and before leaving, he did not forget to shout: "Everyone, hurry up to the bathroom and get wet all over, and then cover your mouth and nose with cotton clothes. This can filter out the toxic substances in the black smoke!"

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Everyone woke up immediately and immediately ran to the nearest bathroom.

Fortunately, there were four bathrooms on the third floor. Wang Yan took Song Zhiwen and ran to a remote bathroom where no one came.

Once in the bathroom, Wang Yan took off his clothes, turned on the faucet, and quickly soaked his pants, T-shirt, and jacket in the sink.

Looking at Song Zhiwen who was still in a daze, Wang Yan, who was only wearing a pair of cartoon underwear, couldn't help but said anxiously: "What are you still doing in a daze? Take off your clothes quickly!"

Song Zhiwen kept shaking her head: "No, no... I won't take it off."

Death is imminent, and you still don’t have a fucking hammer!

Wang Yan explained patiently: "Have you seen how fast the black smoke spreads? It takes up to three minutes! The oxygen will be completely swallowed up by the black smoke. While the water is still running, quickly soak your clothes..."

Seeing Song Zhiwen retreating and shaking her head, Wang Yan was extremely depressed.

I ignored her for now. I took my pants out of the sink and put them on. Then I put on my jacket, wring out the moisture from the T-shirt, and tied a knot on my head, covering my mouth and nose.

After doing this, he pulled Song Zhiwen to the faucet, poured water on her pants with his hands, and it took nearly a minute to soak her jeans.

"Wang Yan, is it really so scary? Will we die here?"

Wang Yan didn't know the outcome either. The fear in his heart was no weaker than hers, but he also knew that fear could not solve any problem, so he comforted her and said: "As long as you are obedient, you won't die here..."

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Song Zhiwen was already frightened to the point of despair, and she nodded again and again, "I'm obedient..."

Wang Yan pulled down the T-shirt covering his mouth and nose, and ordered in an unquestionable tone: "If you obey, take off your shirt quickly! You have to use it to cover your mouth and nose, so maybe you can delay the arrival of rescue."

In the face of the increasingly thick black smoke, Song Zhiwen finally gave in. She said awkwardly: "Then turn around..."

Faced with life and death, Wang Yan didn't have time to accompany her. He held the hem of her top with both hands, lifted it up hard, and took it off like a green onion.

Then put the top in the sink and wait for it to soak.

Twist it hard to filter out the water, then wrap it carefully around Song Zhiwen's mouth and nose.

Seeing Song Zhiwen covering her chest with both hands, Wang Yan said angrily: "Aren't you still wearing your underwear? It makes no difference whether you cover it or not... The black smoke is too big, let me see what color it is?"

Song Zhiwen was so angry that she hit him, her eyes full of shame.

Can she not be embarrassed? This is the first time she has worn so little in front of the opposite sex...

Suddenly, Song Zhiwen screamed "Ah" and threw herself into Wang Yan's arms the next moment.

Wang Yan ignored the warm fragrance of nephrite and asked hurriedly: "What's wrong?"

Song Zhiwen cried: "There were sparks in the black smoke, which burned me..."

Wang Yan took a closer look and found little red lights in the black smoke. At this time, the black smoke was not only thick, but also violent. Wang Yan also felt that the temperature was rising.

He was also doubting whether he could survive this test, but fortunately the sound of police sirens outside gave him great comfort.

You should be able to hold on to the faucet for more than ten minutes...

Wang Yan did not hesitate and immediately took off his jacket and put it on for Song Zhiwen without any explanation.

"Put it on for me, what should you do? The sparks will burn your skin...it will be very painful."

Wang Yan didn't want Song Zhiwen to worry. At this critical juncture of his life, he actually smiled: "You may not know that I am not only thick-skinned, but also thick-skinned all over my body. This spark can't hurt me..."

....”

He said it casually, but when little sparks splashed on his body, the burning pain made Wang Yan grimace. In order not to worry Song Zhiwen, Wang Yan frowned and did not say a word about the pain.

Song Zhiwen was so moved that she cried again, threw herself into Wang Yan's arms, hugged him tightly, and choked with sobs: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come here to eat..."

Wang Yan's body suddenly stiffened and he pushed her twice symbolically, but Song Zhiwen hugged her tightly and had no intention of letting go. Thinking that this first hug might be the last, Wang Yan simply refused.

He sighed and said, "Don't say anything after the fact. It's meaningless."

"Wang Yan, do you hate me?"

"I only hate myself, why didn't I wear an extra coat today..."

"Wang Yan, I was scared to death just now, but after holding you, I suddenly felt less scared and even felt happy..."

"You are not the only one who has said this. Every girl who has hugged me thinks my chest is very safe."

"You lied to me again! Brother Weihang said you haven't had a girlfriend yet."

Wang Yan was furious and said: "Mosquito, do you mind if I say a dirty word?"

"Don't mind."

"I'm afraid of Wang Weihang, he#####"

"Kekeke..."

.......

As time goes by, the black smoke has not subsided, but has become more and more intense.

At this time, the vision in the bathroom was blurred. Wang Yan had been blocking the door behind the door, trying to delay the invasion of black smoke into the hall.

In the hall outside, cries and screams continued to be heard, and then another exclamation was heard. Someone must have jumped from the glass opening.

The faucet in the bathroom was never turned off, and the sound of running water seemed to make Wang Yan's restless heart slowly calm down again.

What should I do? Just sit back and wait for death?

Now it is unrealistic for Wang Yan to return to the window. The thick black smoke has shrouded the hall, and he can't see where to go. Even if he has wet clothes to protect his mouth and nose, he still can't hold on.

Less than two minutes.

Now he can only place all his hopes on fire rescue.

"Wang Yan, I'm a little bored...I feel like I can't breathe."

Wang Yan quickly took her to the faucet, untied the T-shirt on her head, and said, "Wash your face first..."

After washing her face, Song Zhiwen felt much better. Wang Yan changed the T-shirt, washed it, and then wrapped it around Song Zhiwen's head.

Just when Wang Yan was washing his face, he suddenly found that there was no water coming out of the faucet...

What a blessing and misfortune!

Fortunately, the sink is already full. Wang Yan is very economical and does not dare to waste anything.

Song Zhiwen also wanted to hug Wang Yan. Although she was strongly rejected by the latter, Song Zhiwen still succeeded.

Feeling the warmth and softness on his chest, Wang Yan was both excited and heartbroken.

...

Suddenly, Wang Yan noticed the ventilation and exhaust fan above the bathroom.

This square exhaust fan is about 50 centimeters long on each side. Song Zhiwen should have no problem getting through it...

"Mosquito, I thought of a good idea..."

Song Zhiwen looked very surprised, raised her head and asked: "What's a good idea? Tell me quickly!"

"Let me go first..."

After Song Zhiwen reluctantly left his arms, Wang Yan hurriedly walked under the exhaust fan.

This exhaust fan is about two and a half meters high from the ground. Wang

I can barely reach it with my hand.

"Mosquito, step on my shoulder and forcefully remove this exhaust fan!"

Song Zhiwen also guessed Wang Yan's thoughts, and without any pretense at the moment, she stood directly on Wang Yan's shoulders and began to destroy the exhaust fan.

Although the exhaust fan is made of plastic, it is not easy to destroy it. Song Zhiwen tinkered with it for a long time without damaging the exhaust fan at all.

Wang Yan said helplessly: "If you use a little more force, just think of it as Xu Gu hurting your best friend."

Song Zhiwen said aggrievedly: "I have tried very hard, it is too strong."

Wang Yan suddenly thought of bringing in a chair, and hurriedly put Song Zhiwen down. After finding the chair, he threw it hard, kicked it twice, and finally broke one of the chair legs.

After handing the 'tool' to Song Zhiwen, Wang Yanzhong asked her to stand on his shoulders.

This time, Song Zhiwen, who had a tool, used all her strength and hit the blade of the exhaust fan hard.

Once, twice,...

Finally, when she was exhausted, she succeeded in smashing the impeller in the inner ring.

Without Wang Yan's arrangement, Song Zhiwen hurriedly stretched out her head and shouted: "There is someone here! Come to the third floor for rescue!"

It had been several minutes since the fire brigade arrived. It was originally a normal fire rescue operation, but the thick black smoke would not be eliminated for a while. After communicating with the relevant personnel of the hotel, the rescue team leader immediately changed his tactics and hurriedly made a call to arrange the fire.

Here are two ladders.

When Song Zhiwen shouted, the ladder truck had just entered the scene.

Suddenly, Wang Yan heard Song Zhiwen shouting in surprise: "Dad! I'm here! Come and save me!"

In front of the crowd, a middle-aged man holding a walkie-talkie suddenly shouted: "Quick! Bring the ladder over here, there are people trapped here!"

...

Not listening to Wang Yan's dissuasion, Song Zhiwen just jumped off his shoulder, hugged Wang Yan tightly for the third time, and said excitedly: "Wang Yan, we are saved, my dad is down there!"

Wang Yan was also very happy. He patted Song Zhiwen on the back and said, "You'd better go up. The fan opening is so small. You stick your head out and mark the position for them..."

Song Zhiwen nodded obediently, and just as Wang Yan squatted down, there was a "clang", the bathroom door suddenly opened, and then a man covered in pitch black plunged onto the floor.

Song Zhiwen screamed in fright, and Wang Yan quickly comforted her: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

And as the door opened, the black smoke in the hall poured back like a flood, pouring crazily into the bathroom!

In just this short moment, the sight in the bathroom was as dark as day, the temperature also rose sharply, and even breathing became very difficult.

Wang Yan secretly said something bad. At this time, he didn't even bother to close the door, and said hurriedly: "Mosquito, get up quickly! Stick your head outside, and remember to protect the T-shirt on your mouth, otherwise you will be

The black smoke will choke you to death!”

Song Zhiwen also felt the approach of death, but she still hesitated: "What about you? What will you do down there?"

"I'm fine, I can barely hold on for a while... Hurry! Stop dawdling! It's better to die alone than to die together!"

Song Zhiwen once again hugged Wang Yan tightly and cried: "I won't go up! If we die, let's die together!"

Damn it! Women just work hard!

Wang Yan knew that harsh words would definitely not solve the problem, so he comforted him: "Hurry up and call your dad, and then tell him that the situation is critical and ask him to quickly bring the ladder over!"

Song Zhiwen wiped her tears and stepped on Wang Yan's shoulder again.

Wang Yan's back had no clothing to protect him, and the violent black smoke was mixed with a large number of sparks, which hit his back without any mercy.

Wang Yan gritted his teeth and was even careful when breathing. Although the soaked T-shirt filtered a lot of smoke, the air was too thin. After a while, he felt a little bloated and dizzy.

Song Weimin, who was on the ground, saw a large amount of black smoke suddenly pouring out of his daughter's exposed exhaust fan. His heart suddenly rose to his throat! He kept urging with the walkie-talkie.

Soon, the ladder rose to where Song Zhiwen was. Because the hole was too small, the firefighters handed Song Zhiwen two gas masks and asked her to go down first.

With the protection of the mask, Wang Yan felt that his breathing became much easier. After seeing that the exhaust fan was completely removed, Wang Yan immediately lifted Song Zhiwen up.

After Song Zhiwen successfully got out of the hole, Wang Yan took a few steps forward in the black smoke and finally kicked the person who pushed the door open just now.

Wang Yan hurriedly knelt down, put his hands under his armpits, and hugged him directly.

Damn it! It’s actually a woman!

At this time, he no longer cared about whether men and women were kissing each other. Wang Yan carried her to the bottom of the window, briefly communicated with the firefighters, then hugged her hips and lifted her to the window.

After the firefighters pulled her out, Wang Yan also climbed to the vent while holding on to the fire rope.

Song Zhiwen and the unconscious woman just now were both relatively petite, so it didn't take much effort to get through the vent, but Wang Yan was tall and bulky, so it was a bit difficult to get through.

The instinct of survival made Wang Yan curl up his body hard, and with the cooperation of the firefighters, Wang Yan was finally pulled out.

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