First European Emperor [Quick Transmigration]

This separate lounge was obviously temporary, and the desks and bookshelves hadn't been removed yet, so it looked a bit cramped.

However, there are long sofas, makeup mirrors, drinks from the title sponsor, and cut fruits in the lounge, so the treatment is pretty good.

It's just... no bathroom.

Ou Zizhou knew that there was a toilet in the lounge next door, but there was still Wu Liantao in the lounge next door.

Ou Zizhou went out and looked left and right, but he couldn't find the sign of the bathroom, so he walked to the bottom of the corridor based on his experience.

There are no bathrooms at the bottom of the corridor, but there is a fire evacuation route map, which shows the location of the bathrooms on each floor.

However, the room marked with bathroom on the seventh floor seems to have been remodeled and locked. The closest bathroom to Ou Zizhou is on the eighth floor.

Hope the bathroom on the eighth floor is not requisitioned for other purposes.

Pushing open the fire door at the bottom of the corridor is the fire escape. Ou Zizhou did not expect that there is still a person squatting in the fire escape.

Seeing someone coming, the man quickly extinguished the cigarette, and after seeing that it was Ou Zizhou, he sneered, "Who did I think it was? It turned out to be the No. 1 guy who hugged his thigh."

Ou Zizhou gave Wu Liantao a contemptuous look, and walked around him: "I don't know why."

Unexpectedly, Wu Liantao stood up and blocked his way: "Do you think you can turn over by hugging Cai Fuli's thigh? Now you stand on that stage as a chef, and you will only be laughed at."

Thigh hug?I don't know what the hell Wu Liantao has come up with.

Ou Zizhou knew that with his calculative personality, anything he said would only be regarded as sophistry, so he didn't bother to explain: "I don't need you to worry about my affairs. Please excuse me, thank you."

Wu Liantao refused: "What? Are you guilty? I'm really curious how you hugged Cai Fuli's thigh. Could it be for resources..." He deliberately didn't finish his sentence, showing a wretched smile, "For washing Bai, you are hard enough, you can talk about him like that. But I think he is very muscular, so you should be satisfied, right?"

Ou Zizhou looked at Wu Liantao coldly, and Wu Liantao looked at him provocatively. Suddenly, he was hit hard in the abdomen, causing him to bend down in pain. When he opened his mouth, his voice was stuck in his throat, and he looked at Ou Zizhou in disbelief.

"Theoretically, I should slap you, but in order not to cause trouble to the column team, I think it's better to hit you in a more concealed position, what do you think?"

"How dare you hit me?" Wu Liantao's eyes widened, taking advantage of Ou Zizhou's unpreparedness, he punched him in the head suddenly, but the seemingly powerful fist was easily held by Ou Zizhou's palm.

"You only have this strength?" Ou Zizhou clenched his fist and exerted force on his hand, Wu Liantao immediately cried out in pain.

"Your fist is not as heavy as the pot I use every day." Ou Zizhou turned his hand and held Wu Liantao's fist against the wall of the fire escape, "You'd better weigh yourself before you make a move." .”

Wu Liantao slammed his elbow against the concrete wall so hard that his teeth chattered from the pain.

"I advise you to avoid bothering me. Barefoot people are not afraid of wearing shoes. If I am in trouble, you will not have a good life." Ou Zizhou had no expression on his face and his voice was low.

Wu Liantao didn't dare to make a sound, he gritted his teeth and looked at him, trying not to show his timidity.

But the twinkling eyes still betrayed him.

Ou Zizhou sneered and let go of Wu Liantao.

Wu Liantao shook his arm violently, as if he wanted to attack Ou Zizhou.However, as soon as Ou Zizhou narrowed his eyes, he immediately faltered and squatted down, clutching his stomach.

Ou Zizhou gave him a sideways glance and went upstairs.

He didn't come out to fight Wu Liantao, he came to find the bathroom.

I was a little panicked.

The bathroom on the eighth floor is located on the fire map. Ou Zizhou came out of the bathroom and subconsciously glanced at the corridor on the eighth floor.

The eighth floor is not as lively as the seventh floor, every room is closed, and the corridor is empty, a bit gloomy.

A pool of water reflecting light on the ground caught Ou Zizhou's attention.Water was leaking from a crack in one of the doors.

As Ou Zizhou approached, he saw "props room" written on the door.

There was a sweet smell in the air.

He squatted down, dipped his fingertips in some water, sniffed it, and his nose immediately woke up.

It's not water, it's alcohol.

What's the use of alcohol in the prop room?

He tried to open the door, but it was locked.

"..."

Maybe putting alcohol in the props room is the tradition of their TV station. It just happened that the container of alcohol leaked today and he bumped into it. What does it matter to him?

It's really none of his business.

But as an unlucky guy who has been rubbed on the ground by the son of luck, and as a broom star certified by the entertainment industry, Ou Zizhou is very worried that something will happen.

Bad luck is aimed at him, and every time innocent people are involved, even he feels uneasy.

Ou Zizhou immediately found a staff member, and found the director at the front desk under the staff's instructions.

There is only half an hour left before the start of recording, the studio is ready, and the staff are making final preparations before recording.

More than half of the audience has already entered the arena, at least a hundred people.

Ou Zizhou explained the situation in the props room, but the director didn't know much about the situation in the props room, so the two went to ask the head of the props team.

The head of the props team said that the props room on the eighth floor has been useless for a long time, so Ou Zizhou should not be too careful.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the alarm bells rang throughout the building.

The excited audience who participated in the recording of the variety show heard the alarm bell and stopped making noise, but they did not panic. Instead, they looked at the staff at the scene and waited for them to explain the alarm bell.

The director sent someone to ask what happened, Ou Zizhou glanced at the team leader: "It's a fire alarm, arrange for the audience to evacuate."

The team leader frowned: "The props store puts some scenery props in it, and there is no possibility of alcohol. It may be that someone smoked and triggered the smoke alarm. It happened many times."

The team leader's words made Ou Zizhou even more uneasy: "The alcohol evaporates quickly, if it didn't leak out, it was just poured on the ground."

"Dumped on the ground?" The team leader felt that Ou Zizhou was implying something, and was a little displeased, "What do you mean?"

The alarm bell kept ringing, but the staff did not say anything, and there was commotion in the auditorium.

The director hurriedly took a microphone to appease the audience, but he could only persuade the audience to be calm and calm, but he couldn't explain what happened.His reassurance apparently had no effect.

The harsh alarm bell made Ou Zizhou very upset. He knew that the accident in the variety show might be caused by himself, so he decided to go to the eighth floor to confirm the situation.

Before he took two steps, a man in a security uniform ran into the studio and shouted at the auditorium: "The eighth floor is on fire! Run!"

The security guard's words were like a fuse that detonated a bomb. The already restless audience immediately became commotion, wanting to leave this dangerous place.People pushed and shoved the person who led the seat, thinking that the other person blocked their way of escape, and all rushed up the aisle.

The aisle of the auditorium was already extremely narrow, and it was immediately blocked by the crowd of people.

Different people have different escape paths, and hundreds of people pushed each other, blocking the entire auditorium.

The director couldn't control the scene at all, so he could only try to restore the order of the scene by shouting weakly: "Everyone, don't crowd! Line up and walk slowly! Be careful of trampling! Stampede is more terrible than fire!"

Many people in the background also ran to the front desk when they heard the movement.

In the chaos, Cai Fuli patted Ou Zizhou on the shoulder: "What's the situation now? Is it on fire?"

Ou Zizhou nodded: "The eighth floor is on fire."

The head of the props team said that the props in the props room were all set props, probably all inflammable objects, and the most urgent task should be to evacuate all the people at the scene.

The fire started at the end of the corridor, far away from the studio, and the fire couldn't reach here for a while.

However, there are nearly a thousand people in the auditorium, and there is no unified drill on how to escape, so how to let them evacuate in an orderly manner is a problem.

The head of the props team knew that if the props room really caught fire, he would definitely be responsible, so he said, "I have the key, I'll go upstairs to see what's going on."

"Don't go!" Ou Zizhou hurriedly stopped, "The shower didn't put out the fire, so the fire must be quite serious. If that room is a closed room, there is a high possibility of an explosion..."

"Bam—"

"……fry."

The loud noise seemed to confirm Ou Zizhou's words, and the floor of the studio shook violently.

This explosion not only exploded the prop room, but also directly exploded the chaotic auditorium.

The already flustered audience screamed in horror, yelling and shoving, just wanting to escape quickly.

Some people were afraid of being stuck in the middle of the studio, so they simply climbed onto the backrests of the audience seats and stepped on the backrests to pass the crowd.

Some people saw that the entrance for the audience was full of people, and they couldn't get out at all, so they ran towards the backstage, and the staff couldn't stop them.

When one person takes action, others follow suit, making the scene even more chaotic.

The scene was a mess, and the staff at the front desk didn't know what to do. Some crowded with the audience, and some froze in place.

The more chaotic the scene was, the calmer Ou Zizhou became.

"Did you call the police?!" He grabbed the director and asked.

"All three have been reported! Now it's time to get them out!" the director replied loudly.

"Someone needs to command!" Ou Zizhou almost shouted to cover the noisy voice.

The director is embarrassed and uneasy.

He knew he should take the responsibility, but his mind was in a mess and he didn't know what else he could do besides yelling.

"I'll do it." Ou Zizhou stretched out his hand towards him.

The director looked at him uncertainly. Seeing his firm expression, he could only hand out the microphone in his hand tremblingly. There was worry in his eyes, but also peace of mind.

Ou Zizhou took the microphone away and turned on the switch.

Since the fire has nothing to do with him, he should take the responsibility.

He knows what to do.

"Don't panic!—"

The quality of the million-dollar microphone is good. Ou Zizhou was very worried that he would blow up the mic when he yelled so loudly, but the live effect was very good, except that because the voice was too high, every closed syllable he would make the ground vibrate together.

He knows what to do.

"The ignition point is on the far right of the eighth floor, far away from the studio. There will be no second explosion in a short period of time." He reached out and pointed to the end of the corridor, "We are safe now, provided that everyone evacuates in an orderly manner. , don't have a stampede!"

It couldn't be squeezed out anyway, many people stopped and looked at him.

He shouted and gestured: "Take the center line of the stage as the line! This half of the audience evacuates orderly from the gate on the left, do not take the elevator or escalator! The fire escape is on the left of the middle section of the corridor, a yellow door! Get off there in an orderly manner." Lou, everyone gathers at the flower bed with the national flag! Don’t be crowded! The more crowded, the harder it is to get out!”

The director immediately sent someone to the gate on the left to direct the evacuation.

"This half of the audience should not go backstage anymore! The fire escape in the backstage is very close! It's not safe! All go to the back door in an orderly manner! Go straight out of the back door and you will see the fire escape! Leave slowly and don't run or Squeeze! We have plenty of time!"

He turned to the door leading to the backstage again, and shouted to the staff beside the door: "Tell all the artists in the backstage to evacuate from the studio! Don't go to the fire escape over there! Don't go to put out the fire!"

He wanted to warn them that there might be an explosion, but he was afraid that these two words would plunge the studio, which had finally regained order, into chaos again, so he didn't say it in the end.

"After going downstairs, go to the flower bed to gather! Those who come together will wait until the flower bed to find friends! Now evacuate first!"

Ou Zizhou knows that the unknown is the most likely to cause fear, and the release of information can really make people feel at ease.

He has been standing on the stage watching the audience gradually evacuate from the studio, yelling so much that his brain is starved of oxygen, but he still has to repeat those words over and over again, so that the audience can feel that he knows what is in his heart. Panic, he can be trusted.

Artists who came from the backstage could only wait for the evacuation at the back of the crowd because they were the furthest from the evacuation door.

However, one of the figures with sequins on his clothes is very eye-catching.

"It exploded! The ceiling is falling! Are you going to leave? If not, let me go first!"

"The fire is already burning! Let me go first! Why do you let me go last? I am a guest! You all go away!"

He pushed aside the crowd in front of him.

A girl carrying a bunny backpack was originally at the end of the line, but was pushed by the man, lost her balance, screamed and fell to the ground, and then burst into tears.

Thanks to that person, the auditorium, which was finally restored to order, became chaotic again.

Crying, yelling and cursing were a mess, and someone reached out to stop that person, but they were all pushed away.

Regardless of the obstruction of the staff, that person insisted on using his elbow to squeeze a way out for himself, and ran out of the studio first.

"..."

Ou Zizhou had nothing to say, he sighed softly, and put on a comforting smile when he looked up, "Don't worry, the fire won't spread so fast, everyone evacuate at ease, I'll be the rear for you."

The temperature of the air on the right seemed to have risen. He glanced at the door leading to the backstage. Because of what he said, no one was going there.

But Cai Fuli still stood in front of the door of the backstage corridor with his chest folded, with a serious expression, like a door god, which was quite reassuring.

Ou Zizhou almost laughed out loud.

After order was restored, the audience dispersed quickly, and they were almost evacuated in two to three minutes.

Only a few staff members and Ou Zizhou were left in the studio.

Can you hear the sound of something heavy falling down in the studio?

Only when a drop of sweat dripped into his eyes did Ou Zizhou realize that he was drenched in sweat.

The temperature is getting higher and higher, but people have already evacuated, so it shouldn't matter.

Cai Fuli walked off the stage and looked up at Ou Zizhou who was wiping off his sweat.

"The people have evacuated safely and are free to go, hero."

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