Guo Anni came out of "Mengyuan" and went directly to see a client.
"Mr. Jin, hello!"
"Hey, Mr. Guo. Welcome!"
Arriving at the Youngor Hotel where the other party was staying, the two parties were polite and sat down to discuss the contract, payment and other matters. But before the negotiations were concluded, someone suddenly heard a panicked shout: "It's on fire, it's on fire."
Lan Feiyang, who was at the door, quickly ran out and grabbed the waiter who ran out of the elevator and yelled: "What's going on? Is there a fire somewhere?"
"Seventh floor, seventh floor. The seventh floor is now a sea of fire. You guys hurry downstairs and run." The waiter said and shouted, "All customers on the twelfth floor, please go downstairs immediately!" Then he broke away from Lan Feiyang's hand anxiously and frightened.
Knocking on the doors one by one.
"Mr. Guo, there's a fire on the seventh floor." Lan Feiyang hurried back and said, "Let's go downstairs quickly."
Guo Anni, Zhang Yong, Mr. Jin and his assistant, who had already arrived at the door of the room, quickly went out without saying a word and ran to the elevator in a panic.
At the same time, other customers on the twelfth floor also hurried over, but when the elevator came, a warning sound sounded when the door opened.
"I'm already overweight! I can't get on."
The people in the elevator shouted anxiously and angrily: "What the hell is this elevator doing? It's obviously overweight and it stops at every floor. Isn't this a waste of time?"
"That's right. If it's designed to be overweight, it would be easier to just go up and down." Another customer also stamped his feet manically, "It's really annoying!"
"The elevator is overweight, what should we do?" The fat Mr. Jin asked anxiously when the elevator door was closed again amid shouts and curses.
"Yes, it seems that there are still many people upstairs who want to go down. How long will it take?" The number of panicked people is increasing.
"If we wait like this, the fire will burn and we won't be able to run away." In anxiety and panic, people had no clue.
"Excuse me, where is the emergency exit?" Guo Anni saw the waiter coming over and grabbed her arm and asked.
"Follow me!" The waiter turned around and walked away, then turned right.
Everyone followed her for more than 20 meters and came to a door. Before they even entered the door, they heard noises and heavy footsteps. There was indeed an emergency stairway inside the door.
Seeing the stairs, everyone joined the crowd rushing downwards.
Guo Anni was not in a hurry to go downstairs. When she saw the smoke coming up from the stairs, she frowned and spread it with her palm: "Zhang Yong, go to the guest room opposite and wet the towel from the bathroom and bring it over."
"Okay." Lan Feiyang had already rushed out first and walked to the bathroom of the open guest room opposite. He grabbed a towel and turned on the faucet to wet it.
Zhang Yong followed in and stuffed the two bath towels and another towel in the standard room into the sink. "Let's go, hurry up!" Zhang Yong pushed Lan Feiyang and randomly grabbed the half-dry towel and the other towel.
Bath towel followed Lan Feiyang out.
"Mr. Guo, here it is!" Lan Feiyang handed the wet towel that he had wetted and then wrung out to Guo Anni.
Guo Anni took it and shook it away, covered her nose and started running down.
Zhang Yong stuffed a half-dry bath towel into Lan Feiyang's hands, and followed Guo Anni in the gradually thickening smoke. Lan Feiyang carelessly put a large piece of bath towel in front of his nose, and quickly followed suit.
The further down you go, the bigger the smoke, and the more people are coughing desperately. Lan Feiyang reaches out and holds Guo Anni’s arm holding the LV bag to prevent it from being crowded or other accidents. Zhang Yong is holding the folder.
Make a way ahead.
Many people were choked by the thick smoke and coughed while holding on to the handrails of the stairs; some were squeezed so hard that they fell and were trampled by others; and some had their shoes trampled off or slipped off.
Then there was a chaos of crying, coughing, and roaring. Fear, panic, helplessness, and despair swept through the people in trouble like a plague.
As Guo Anni, who was wearing high-heeled short boots, was knocked or tripped several times and staggered, Lan Feiyang had no choice but to tighten her arm and almost help her walk.
When the three of them arrived between the eighth and ninth floors, they saw thick smoke and fire that had sealed the stairwell, and the fire had spread to the eighth floor. Many people stopped and did not dare to go down.
But if you don't go down, you will be suffocated by the thick smoke if you stay here even if you are not burned to death. Besides, since the fire has spread to the eighth floor, this place will soon be engulfed by the fire.
After all, Zhang Yong was older and more experienced. He decisively gave Lan Feiyang his towel: "Tie it up and cover your mouth and nose." He took Lan Feiyang's half-dry bath towel and put it on Guo Anni.
, and quickly tied a knot in the front.
"Lan Qing, get Mr. Guo on your back and follow me as you rush down!"
"Okay." Lan Feiyang, who had already wrapped a towel around his mouth and nose and quickly tied a knot on the back of his head, squatted down and picked up Guo Anni on his back, followed by Zhang Yong who was half covering and half holding a bath towel and continued to rush down. Under the smoke and fire
During the siege, the three people avoided the ownerless shoes, bags, fallen people, etc. and moved forward step by step.
Seeing this, some people risked their lives and rushed down, covering their noses with scarves or sleeves. Waiting here can only lead to death, but rushing down has hope of life!
The fat Mr. Jin was so choked that he retreated to the ninth floor and asked his assistant to go to the guest room on the ninth floor to see if there were any towels or bath towels.
The seventh floor is a sea of fire, and the temperature is very high. If it weren’t for the thick winter clothes, I would have blistered all over my body. But even so, the hem of the bath towel Zhang Yong was holding also caught fire. There were also people whose clothes caught fire or were covered in thick liquid.
Fainted by the smoke.
Between the seventh and eighth floors, no one dared to stop as long as they could move. They were all racing against death.
The sixth floor was also on fire, and from time to time there were burnt objects, and broken objects were smashed down the stairs. Unfortunately, one person was hit by the impact, and lost his footing and rolled down the stairs, stopping motionless at the corner.
Zhang Yong saw that the folder was on fire and the bath towel was already on fire. He hurriedly returned it, covered his nose with his sleeve, coughed and continued running down.
On the fifth floor, there was still some smoke pouring back and some people who had bent down to take a break due to fatigue and violent coughing after breaking through the fire layer. There were even people who were on fire and rolled on the spot, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies.
Zhang Yong was so smoked that he couldn't hold on anymore and couldn't help but squat down and gasp for air.
Lan Feiyang saw him wheezing and coughing, and seemed to be uncomfortable, so he stopped unconsciously.
Seeing this, Zhang Yong waved his hand: "You cough, cough first... Mr. Guo, please keep coughing."
"Are you okay?" Guo Anni took away the dry and heated towel and asked. Zhang Yong waved his hand, indicating that it was okay.
"Then I'll go down with Mr. Guo first. Come back as soon as you have a rest." Lan Feiyang said, carrying Guo Anni on his back and walking down.
Yes, although there is no fire here, it is always unsafe in this building. It would be terrible if the floor collapses or collapses.