Mist wanted to get up from the ground - this guy was hiding in the corner and sitting next to a pile of rocks.
Unexpectedly, he found that it was a little difficult for him to get up.
It turned out that the fabric of the jeans was frozen on the damp stone by the low temperature.
"F... FUCK..." He sucked back a string of snot that quietly hung out of his nostrils, looked at Qin Fei with a pair of eyes like a dead fish, and said in despair: "I didn't expect... to... I...
…I… didn’t die in… the Middle East… but I wanted to… die in… this hellish place in the world of ice and snow…”
After saying that, he sniffed again.
"Qin, we... have to think... find a way." Yushchenko realized that if this continued, let alone four more hours of squatting, even if they persisted for one more hour, I'm afraid the three of them would become old popsicles.
"How about...we...evacuate...get back to the car...rest..." Mist suddenly remembered that there was a heater on the Lada car. When he first got on the car, the workmanship was rough and the workmanship was backward.
When he bought the Lada car, he couldn't help but mentally compare this Russian-made car with various luxury or family cars in the United States. A sense of superiority from the United States made Mist even feel that there was something wrong with it.
The feeling of looking down at Yushchenko.
But now he feels that the Lada car is a paradise. If he can go back to the Lada car to spend the night, he will not change it even if he is given the title of Miss America!
"I can't... I can't hold it... I can't bear it anymore..." His whole body began to tremble involuntarily.
This is a natural reaction of the human body. When the body temperature drops below normal body temperature, the brain will command the nerves to order the muscles to shake, and obtain heat from the shaking to maintain a normal body temperature.
If it drags on any longer and the body temperature continues to drop uncontrollably, the human body will have various strange reactions. At that time, it will be difficult for gods to save them. Like those who were frozen to death while climbing Mount Everest, people who fall into a state of hypothermia will have hallucinations.
Then dying in a blur of fantasy is a very sad and strange way to die.
"I have an idea..."
As soon as Qin Fei finished speaking, Mist shook his head like a rattle.
"No... no... I don't want to listen to... your ideas... you just... never had any... good ideas..."
"Damn, listen to me...finish!" Qin Fei tried hard to control his lips and tongue, trying to make his pronunciation clearer so that the other two could hear his words clearly in the biting cold wind.
"Instead of... freezing to death here, it's better... to go inside..."
"Enter... the house?" Yushchenko was stunned.
Enter whose house?
Entering the villagers?
Isn't this an international joke? Isn't that the same as sending a sheep into the tiger's mouth? This is not Moscow, nor is it a big city. You can expropriate other people's houses by just showing off your FSB work permit. Here you can show your FSB work permit clearly
Identity will only make you die faster.
"You're crazy..." Mist gritted her teeth and squeezed out these words.
Qin Fei pointed at Ham's house: "Go into his... house and control Ham... before leaving tomorrow..."
His meaning is as obvious as the rocks exposed after low tide. Since you have to enter sooner or later, it is better to go in now. At least you won't freeze to death. As long as you are careful, you won't make any earth-shattering noises. You can take it without knowing it.
If we go to Hamu, then there must be something for heating inside. As long as we leave tomorrow in front of the villagers, nothing else is a critical issue.
This idea seems very good.
Yushchenko was stunned again. After a moment, he turned back to look at Mister, as if he wanted to see his opinion. After all, this guy had the strongest objection just now.
The two looked at each other and immediately saw the final answer in each other's eyes.
"I agree." Yushchenko seemed to agree immediately without hesitation.
"I agree too!" Mist stopped trembling and agreed surprisingly readily.
In fact, it is not difficult to understand. Now he is willing to go to the pyramids, jump into the Pharaoh's coffin, and lie down all night. Anywhere he goes is more comfortable than staying in this damn broken sheep pen.
Without thinking too much, the three of them pulled out their pistols and stood up to move their hands and feet, lest stiffness would cause loss of mobility.
Fortunately, the three of them are physically strong after all, have not yet entered a hypothermic state, and still have some physical strength.
Taking advantage of the dark night, the three of them formed a column, five meters apart, spread out front and back, and slowly approached Ham's house.
The light in Ham's room was still on, which meant that this guy was still awake at one o'clock in the morning.
Qin Fei and Yushchenko were on the left and right of the door. He made some sign language to the latter, which meant that it was best to unlock the door.
Yushchenko was indeed a spy. Without saying a word, he took out a key made of iron from his trouser pocket. It was not like he wanted a key. The iron hook was not an iron hook. He put it into the keyhole and began to slowly take it out.
The sound was very weak, especially muffled by the cold wind.
However, time is long.
One second is longer than an hour in normal time.
Maybe it was because it was too cold, Yushchenko's hands were no longer as flexible as normal, and the keyhole did not make a slight sound of the metal reed springing open for a long time.
Qin Fei felt that he had endured nearly another day in the cold wind, and finally heard that exciting and expectant voice.
Click——
Yushchenko had a smile on his face, nodded excitedly to Qin Fei, and reached out to grab the doorknob.
Qin Fei held the pistol with both hands, tilted it in front of his chest, and made the preparatory action of preparing to rush in in CQB.
Yushchenko grabbed the doorknob and pushed it gently.
The door opened.
Qin Fei and Mist jumped into the room nimbly one after the other, controlling all the corners of the room from left to right.
Yushchenko entered last, and the three of them turned on their tactical flashlights in the dark. Although there were lights in the house, not every room had lights, and the living room was dark.
There was no screaming or resistance, the house was quiet, and the only pleasant thing was that the wood was burning in the old-fashioned stone fireplace. The whole room was warm, and the world outside was like a paradise or a hell.
Yushchenko came to his senses, gently closed the door and locked it.
He glanced at Qin Fei and pointed to the side of the room where Qin Fei was.
And he pointed to another room at his end.
The meaning is very clear. Ham's house consists of three stone houses connected in parallel. Now the three of them broke into only the living room in the middle. The houses on the left and right have not yet been searched.
Qin Fei nodded, indicating that he understood.
He held the pistol and slowly approached the door of the room on his side.
As soon as I arrived at the door, I smelled a strong smell of low-quality alcohol and a pungent taste, which was actually mixed with the aroma of roasted lamb.
Such a complex taste made Qin Fei frown.
He cautiously stretched out his head, took a quick look inside, and then retracted.
At a glance, the general situation could be seen clearly.
It is obviously a kitchen and dining room, because a rectangular wooden table is covered with a dirty and blackened gray tablecloth, and above the head is a light lamp with a small wattage, which is shaking slightly. Under the light, a man with Mediterranean hair
The man was wearing an old autumn coat, half of his body was leaning on the table, his left hand was placed under his face, and his right hand was holding an empty wine bottle in front of him.
On the top of the dining table, there were two empty wine bottles lying around, and next to the wine bottles was a basin of mutton that had cooled off and was a little oily.
"What? Did you find anything?"
After searching the other room, Yushchenko came behind Qin Fei and asked softly.
Qin Fei pointed at the man lying on the table.
"Is this Harm?"
"Well, that's right." Yushchenko nodded, his tone full of contempt and disgust: "You can remember this drunkard's hair at a glance. The doctrine of the villagers here is prohibition of alcohol. If it weren't for Ham and Bas
Keefe’s relationship is relatively good, I’m afraid the people here would have burned him to death long ago.”
"What should we do now?" Qin Fei pointed at Ham and turned his head to ask Yushchenko: "Looking like this, it seems that he won't wake up for a while." (To be continued)