Cai Meiwen was very happy when she heard the news that she would have to take a holiday due to the typhoon. After all, it was a free holiday. She could spend more time with Little Celery and finish the piled up housework.
Thinking of Little Celery, her heart suddenly tightened. She immediately turned on her cell phone and was surprised to see that the school teacher had @ all the parents in the class chat group. This message was sent more than half an hour ago. She was busy with work and ignored the message. Subconsciously, she felt that the new semester had just started and it was impossible to find parents for urgent matters. Besides, if something really happened to Little Celery, the teacher would definitely send her a private message or call her directly.
There were also a few parents in the company, but they were not in a hurry. They had other people at home to pick up their children, but Cai Meiqin had no one in this city to help her.
She immediately @ the teacher and asked if Little Celery had left the school. She got a positive answer.
Her house was a high-rise apartment. Although there was no hidden danger of being flooded, there was another problem — power outages. Once the power went out, she would have to climb more than 20 floors. What was more worrying was that if she happened to be in the elevator when the power went out, it would be terrible. Because no one could come to the rescue quickly during the typhoon, she didn't know how long she would be trapped in the elevator. What if the elevator …
The horror scenes of elevator going out of control frequently appeared in her mind in movies and news. Her heart was so tight that she couldn't wait to go home.
She tried to call the landline at home, but no one answered. According to the time, Little Celery should be home by now.
It began to rain outside. From the first raindrop to the pouring rain, there was only a short interval of a few seconds.
Cai Meiwen left the company in a panic. She usually commuted by bus, but at this time, the public transportation was almost completely paralyzed. She couldn't see a bus or a taxi.
Fortunately, there was a colleague who drove to work. It was the female colleague who helped her test Little Celery. Seeing her at a loss at the bus stop, she kindly stopped and gave her a ride.
Her colleague was also in a hurry to go home, so she could only drive her to a place not too far from home. Even so, she was very grateful. In the car, she kept calling the landline at home, but no one answered.
The severity of the traffic was beyond her imagination. Along the way, she saw countless traffic accidents, big and small. In addition to the fact that people were rushing home and driving violently, the bad weather also played a big role. The pouring rain made the windshield wipers useless, and it was hazy outside the window. She could only vaguely see the headlights of the cars in front and behind. If someone walked or rode a bicycle through the traffic, they would not be able to react in time.
The traffic on the road was so bad that bicyclists and scooters had to invade the sidewalk to ensure their own safety. Pedestrians were often knocked down by bicycles and scooters.
Cai Meiwen was burning with anxiety. She did not expect the situation to be so serious. If she had known earlier, it would have been safer for her daughter to stay at school and wait for her to pick her up.
For the first time, she regretted letting her daughter go to and from school alone. Whether her daughter was injured on the way or trapped in the elevator, she would never forgive herself.
The car moved at a snail's pace until it reached a fork in the road. This was the place where she and her colleague had agreed to get off. Her colleague kindly gave her an umbrella, but she rejected it. It was meaningless to hold an umbrella in this kind of weather. Once she got off the car, she would be blown away by the strong wind. She wrapped the phone in a plastic bag and put it in her bag. Then, she rushed into the rain without hesitation.
The water on the ground was already up to her calves. It was as if the sky had been pierced through.
She wore high heels to work, and the heels were not particularly high. She waded through the water slowly. After a few steps, she realized that the high heels greatly limited her speed. She kept falling because of the water, and the heels got stuck in something from time to time. So, she decisively broke the heels and turned the high heels into flat shoes.
Unfortunately, high heels were not sneakers. They were not tied. As she walked, one of the shoes was washed away. She couldn't find it even if she wanted to. After a while, the other shoe was also washed away.
She gritted her teeth and walked forward barefoot.
At this time, she could already see the outline of her residential area. But what she feared had come true. The residential area was dark. Obviously, there was a power outage. This was not surprising. She already had a premonition, because almost all the residential areas along the way had a power outage.
The sky was as dark as the bottom of a pot. Little Celery did not have any lighting tools. She did not have a mobile phone or a flashlight. She was going to climb more than 20 floors alone in the pitch-black corridor? What was more frightening was the sudden power outage when she took the elevator.
She found a place that could shelter from the rain, took out her mobile phone and tried to call the property management. She wanted them to help check if there was anyone trapped in the elevator of her building.
The residential area seemed not far away, but it would take a long time to walk in such bad weather. If the property management could help, it would save a lot of time. It was also a reassurance for her.
This damn property management, they were always very diligent when it came to charging fees. Every time the owners needed to find them, they would never be able to find them.
Today was no exception. The property management's phone rang many times, but no one answered.
She was angry and desperate. Her chest was so tight that it felt like it was going to explode. She almost threw the phone to the ground and broke it.
She wanted to cry. She had never felt so lonely and helpless since she raised her daughter alone. It was as if the whole world had abandoned her and her daughter.
But this was not the time to cry. Even if she wanted to cry, she had to wait until she found her daughter.
She kept praying to all the gods and Buddhas she knew in her heart. This was a desperate situation.
Even if she returned to the residential area, what should she do? First, she had to climb the stairs from the first floor to the floor where her home was. If Little Celery was not in the stairwell or at home, then either Little Celery had not returned to the residential area, or she was trapped in the elevator. She would rather it was the former. Because if she was trapped in the elevator, how could she determine which floor or which floor the elevator was in?
There was no relevant knowledge in her common sense.
If she could not find Little Celery in the stairwell, at home, or in the elevator, then she would have to follow Little Celery's usual route to school. She would not stop until she found Little Celery.
Just when she was about to rush into the rain again, her mobile phone rang. She looked at the screen and saw that it was an unknown number.
For her, every minute and every second was precious. It was related to Little Celery's safety. If this number was wrong...
She hesitated for a moment, but still picked up the phone. Because it was a local number, she hoped that someone had told her about Little Celery, but at the same time, she was worried that... it was bad news.
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