The temperature has dropped to more than minus 80 degrees.

A few days have passed since the Energy Tower stopped functioning and the entire city lost its power supply, and the street lights that were diverted from the Energy Tower for power supply had been extinguished for a long time, and the entire city was plunged into a deathly darkness.

With the faintly visible starlight and moonlight overhead, Meng Yiran stepped on the snow without stopping, walking as fast as he could on the dim and empty streets.

The rammed dirt road, which was once a little muddy due to the heat emitted by the energy tower, has also formed a thick layer of ice and snow after so many days of ice and snow storms raging in ultra-low temperatures.

Meng Yiran struggled to advance in the knee-deep snow road, facing the oncoming wind that could almost blow people backwards, moving forward one foot deep and one shallow, leaving a series of footprints in the blizzard, and was quickly buried by the wind and snow.

The cold wave swept the thumb-sized slag across the Eternal Night Plains, the wind raged through the Night City, and the dilapidated metal shacks suddenly squeaked and crumbled as if they might collapse at any moment, and the ice slag fell on the dilapidated metal shacks, and the sound of ping-pong banging was endless.

Like crying, like the sound of the roaring wind, the creaking of the structure of the house, and the sound of the slag of ice slag mingle, it forms a unique music in this dead and cold night.

It's like a lament for a night city in crisis.

Meng Yiran didn't dare to stay outside any longer, his eyes scanned the street through the windbreakers, looking for a nearby place where he could temporarily hide from the wind and snow and the chairman&ash;&ash; Although he was fully equipped and could resist ultra-low temperatures to a certain extent, in this cold wind outside, even if he wore cold-proof equipment, he would fall into a state of slow hypothermia.

Because it's so cold.

Meng Yiran tightened the clothes wrapped around his body, and the cold wind like a knife blew his face painfully, causing him to shrink his neck involuntarily, hiding most of his face and ears under the high erected collar and warm hat.

He had to carefully hide his exposed skin under his cold gear and clothing, otherwise as long as the unprotected flesh and blood body was exposed to the cold wind, it would not take more than a minute to quickly lose temperature, blood flow would be poor and cause local frostbite.

In particular, the fingers, toes and ears, which are the end areas of blood circulation, are very prone to frostbite in ultra-low temperature environments, and are also the most easily ignored after frostbite.

Since the establishment of Night City, most of those who have had their limbs amputated due to severe frostbite have been paralyzed by low temperatures, resulting in frostbite getting worse and worse, and the best time to treat them has been missed.

Walking in knee-deep snow, and there is no sleigh to travel, Meng Yiran naturally has to be more vigilant about his body temperature loss, he doesn't want to fall down due to severe frostbite before he has escaped from Night City, so as soon as he walks out of the energy tower, he is always paying attention to his body temperature, and scanning with the starlight and moonlight to see if there is a house that can temporarily hide from the wind and snow.

Luckily, though, he found a shack that looked fairly intact and didn't leak so badly.

Meng Yiran walked to the shack he chose, out of the decency and etiquette education of the intellectual aristocracy, as well as the experience of living at the bottom, he did not rush to slip the door and pick the lock or kick the door open, but first stretched out his hand and knocked on the door.

To his surprise, however, the door was unlocked, and his gloved hand landed on the door before he knocked on it, and it creaked open.

The room was quiet, the door that opened as soon as it was pushed was not locked, and there was no simple alarm device set up for the door.

Anyone? Meng Yiran couldn't help frowning, lowered his voice and asked, this abnormal phenomenon made him feel a little wrong. According to his experience in the past ten years of working at the bottom, although most of the lower class have no money and will not think of buying such a thing as a door lock, even if they do not have a door lock, they will consider replacing the door lock with something else, and maybe set up some suggested alarm devices, instead of being unguarded as now.

Just like the Paris of the old world.

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I hope that I can hide from you for a little bit in the snow house There has been no answer, I don't know if it's a precaution, or there are other reasons, but the old gentleman still said patiently, if you don't worry, I'll rest at the door for a while and leave, whether you agree or not, please give me a reply.

First change and then change.,There's still half a chapter.,Speaking of which, why do I suddenly have a lot of monthly tickets here, but I can't see who voted for the writer's assistant during the Chinese New Year?