Outside the car window, behind the bus stop, a gold and black double-layer hotel stood out conspicuously in the barren wilderness.
Qian Cangyi recalled the scenery he saw earlier, clearly remembering he hadn't seen the hotel. He waited about ten seconds, saw no sign of the tourist car starting, so he stood up, walked to the driver's seat, extended his right hand, gripped the steering wheel and attempted to turn it left or right.
The steering wheel didn't budge; it was already fixed in place.
He extended his right foot, stepped twice on the gas pedal.
The gas pedal, like the steering wheel, didn't move an inch, seeming to be stuck.
Seeing this situation, he decided not to waste more time and stepped down from the already opened car door. With both feet on the ground, he felt the warmth coming from the soles of his feet, took off his coat, draped it over his right elbow, and then walked towards the hotel.
