Female Novel
Chapter 386
The power went out and the whole hotel was out of heat.
It was not warm enough to stay in the hotel suite with the quilt. Christina took all the warm quilts,
clothes, socks, hats, and so on. They walked up the stairs to the lobby on the first floor.
Charles felt that he was like an ostrich walking with a big white duvet and thinking it must be very funny.
He was still in the mood to turn to her and say, "Is your phone charged? Take a picture of me. If I can
leave this ghost place alive, I must frame it."
"We can't leave here?"
Geoffrey was hugged by his father and buried in the duvet. His head popped out and he looked atnovelbin
Charles in panic.
It would take some time and energy to go down from the 12th floor to the 1st-floor lobby. Christina was
already a little tired. Seeing that Charles was scaring the child, she answered, "Ignore him, this ostrich."
She then reached out and patted Charles on the head.
Charles held the back of his head and deliberately screamed, "Oh, my head hurts... I can't do it
anymore. You have to carry me down. You have to be responsible."
They were originally trapped in the hotel, with no electricity, no light source, no heating, and they were
depressed. But Chandler and the others chuckled when Christina joked with Charles as they walked
down the stairs.
Even if they were trapped in a hotel, it was no big deal. It was fine to wait.
When they finally reached the lobby, they could still hear the noise from afar. It was really difficult to
calm down when being trapped in the hotel. Besides, it was snowing heavily outside.
They appeared at the entrance of the stairs wrapped in duvets, and the others looked at them in
surprise.
The crowd immediately whispered, and several people rushed up the stairs. They probably wanted to
go back to the suite to get the quilt, at least to keep warm.
But at the staircase entrance, they could hear people discussing angrily upstairs. "It is an electronic
lock, but the power is off now. How can we open the door and get the quilt..."
Christina also said that she was not a god and could not break the door for these strangers.
If these people wanted to keep warm, they should think of their own ways.
Chandler chose a corner and they sat together. Christina put on the winter coat she had got before and
gave her quilt to Crystal and then got up to walk towards the crowd.
Under the crystal lamp in the center of the hotel lobby, there was a round marble table, on which stood
a tall and thin foreign man.
The man didn't seem to be particularly afraid of the cold. He was wearing a shirt, trousers, and coat. He
shouted at the crowd, "Everyone, please be quiet."
"Everyone wants to leave here safely, so we must unite and cooperate with each other."
"Healthy men, please stand up. We need some people to strengthen the doors and windows to prevent
the wind and snow from blowing in. We also need to find all the flammable materials and start a fire on
the spot..."
The man's voice was very special and a little hoarse. Although he spoke English, it sounded a little
awkward, as if his original mother tongue was not English.
His voice was seductive, like a born ruler, and he could easily order people to do something.
The only wish of the passengers in the lobby was to leave safely. It seemed that what the man said
made sense and these people quickly cooperated with each other to check the surrounding doors and
windows.
The extra chairs and tables in the hotel were set on fire, and a big fire was set up in the middle,
illuminating the dark lobby and giving people a sense of security.
It was not safe to make a fire in the room, but there was no other way now. The power was off, so they
could only use this primitive way to keep warm.
Christina narrowed her eyes and looked at the man seriously through the flames. She found this man
familiar.
Suddenly, she remembered that the man had taken a picture of her with an SLR camera the day she
arrived at the ski resort.
The man was very sensitive. He turned around and looked straight at her.
She could not see the man's expression clearly by the dim flame, but she was sure that the man looked
at her unfriendly. She could feel that the man smiled ironically and he was waiting to watch what would
happen.
He said to her, "Are you afraid?"
Christina was confused for a moment. She wondered if she was mistaken.
"Don't throw the plastic in. It will produce poisonous gas," someone warned.
A beautiful woman in her 30's suddenly burst into tears. "When will someone come to save us?"
The woman helped drag a large wooden table and couldn't help but cry as she asked, "The people at
the foot of the mountain didn't know that there was a power outage here. They might only come here in
a week. We can't hold on for that long. There's not so much furniture for us to keep warm."
No one answered her.
Everyone was nervous.
Most of the tourists were more cooperative in their work as if venting their anger on this hotel. They
pulled the thick curtains and threw expensive wooden furniture into the fire one by one.
Because the hotel was built on a high mountain, there was no natural gas pipe, and all it used was
liquefied gas. Fortunately, there was still some liquefied gas to cook food.
The chefs in the hotel also knew that they could not leave anywhere for the time being. Seeing that
everyone was so united, the chefs all cooperated to prepare dinner for everyone.
This time, people could not have dinner decently or elegantly as usual in the restaurant, they all
squatted on the carpet and sat around the fire, each holding hot soup in their hands and gulping it
down regardless of the dining etiquette.
"Try to eat as much as possible."
"Don't worry too much about the food. I went to the kitchen and saw that they had plenty of
ingredients."
Everyone ate quietly, feeling warm now. They were at least not so tense, and at this moment, the
sound of fighting came from the hotel manager's office.
Many people looked around, and Christina and Charles immediately stood up.
Two figures scuffled in the manager's office and punched each other. "Bastard!" They shouted angrily.
After a while, another stout man rushed in, and quickly someone won. Ray was dragged out by the two
men with a swollen head and a bruised face.
"As the head of the hotel, he tried to sneak away in a cable car. This selfish guy wants to leave us
alone." One of the men cursed.
When the people in the hotel heard this, they began to make a noise.
When the guests heard that Ray and Barbara wanted to leave early and privately, they were very
angry.
Ray didn't seem to be ashamed at all when he was scolded by everyone. Instead, he scolded boldly,
"You lowly people."
Ray has aroused public anger. Many people hated him and rushed forward to hit him.
Charles looked angry. "I should have let him freeze to death in the cable car."
Ray was also frightened by the anger of the crowd. He quickly ran into the back kitchen and hid.
"You can't lock the pantry."
"I'm in charge of this hotel. I'm in charge. These bitches dare to hit me. When they want to have a
meal, they have to beg me. I want them to kneel down, or I won't give them any food."
Ray was furious, locking the storage room of the back kitchen. It was a big steel lock. It was hard to
open unless one used a chainsaw laser. Moreover, Ray took the only big key that others could not
unlock the pantry.
The chefs in the kitchen who knew about it all looked frightened. They looked at each other in dismay
and did not dare to tell anyone about it now. Otherwise, people would be furious.