Then zip it up, only giving the little guy a chance to peek out.
Su Wei glanced at it. "Ready, Cotton Candy!"
Then he grabbed the starter rope and pulled it sharply backward.
"Buzz... buzz!"
The engine emitted two weak groans; it had failed.
At temperatures as low as minus twenty degrees Celsius, even a newly repaired engine is not easy to start in cold conditions.
Su Wei did not give up and pulled again with all his might.
"Buzz... buzz... thump thump thump..."
The engine struggled to turn a few times, but eventually stalled.
Su Wei remained silent for a moment, then stood up and took out the almost empty bottle of carburetor cleaner from the toolbox.
He unscrewed the air filter cap and sprayed it a few times into the air intake.
This stuff is an excellent combustion accelerant.
Su Wei climbed back onto the vehicle, gripped the rope tightly, mustered all his strength, and pulled backward with an almost explosive motion.
"Boom!"
This time, the engine was instantly awakened, bursting out with a continuous and powerful roar!
The deafening roar shattered the utter tranquility of the snowfield.
Su Wei twisted the throttle, and the engine speed increased accordingly, causing the tracks to slowly turn.
The next second, he suddenly twisted the accelerator.
Like an arrow released from a bow, the snowmobile reared up and shot forward in an instant.
The tracks kicked up large swaths of powdery white snow, spraying a dazzling cloud of snow behind them.
Chapter 63 Arrival in the Town, Emily's Surprise
The snow kicked up by the tracks left a white trail several meters long behind them.
The strong wind pressure slammed into my chest, and even through the windproof layer, I could still feel the oppressive feeling.
Su Wei did not slow down.
This snowmobile, revived by hand, demonstrates astonishing mechanical qualities.
Although it looks like it was salvaged from a junkyard, and it vibrates like someone with Parkinson's disease when idling.
But once it started running, the heart that the Su Wei had painstakingly repaired began to roar.
The power is continuous, with a strong hum and a powerful push-back feeling, even more powerful than that old pickup truck.
Of course, snowmobiles don't have a backrest; this is just for illustrative purposes.
Drive along the road.
Kodiak Island is currently a blank canvas.
The roads, road signs, and even the low bushes have all disappeared.
Su Wei could only rely on his memory and the towering telephone poles in the distance to determine his direction.
He leaned forward, his legs gripping the vehicle, using the shift in his center of gravity to control the steering of this steel beast.
Every time the tracks rolled over the hard snow crust, a clear and harsh vibration would be transmitted back.
The zipper on her clothes was slightly ajar.
Cotton Candy had clearly never seen anything like this before.
At first, it tried to stick its head out to see the scenery, but after its face was covered in snow foam by the cold wind, it readily withdrew, leaving only its two pointed ears sticking out, which jiggled with the bumps of the vehicle.
Half an hour later.
A series of undulating building outlines appeared at the edge of the field of vision.
We've arrived in Kodiak Town.
The situation in the town was worse than Su Wei had anticipated.
The streets were completely filled in, with only a few huge yellow snowplows roaring along the main roads, pushing aside snowdrifts that resembled city walls.
Most of the private cars were buried like big white buns, completely unable to move.
People with this trait are extremely rare.
According to my memory, this situation has occurred in Kodiak Town since I was a child.
Very few.
This area remains in the temperate zone, unlike northern Alaska, which is closer to the Arctic Circle.
Such a snow disaster is a rare occurrence, happening only once every few years.
But now, it has appeared.
Su Wei drove his snowmobile directly over the buried sidewalk.
This kind of operation, which would normally be a definite violation, became the only way to get through the catastrophic traffic conditions today.
Several residents who were shoveling snow in front of their homes straightened up and looked at the young man speeding away on his snowmobile with envy on their faces.
In this kind of weather, having a mobile snow vehicle is a privilege.
Who could have imagined that Kodiak would experience such a snow disaster?
Su Wei slowed down and, following the route he remembered, turned into a side street in the town center.
The snowplows haven't had time to clear the area yet; there's a thick layer of snow, giving you a wilderness-like feel even in town.
The old apartment building with its peeling exterior walls stood amidst the snowdrifts, looking rather desolate.
Su Wei parked the car on a relatively flat patch of snow and turned off the engine.
Of course, he wasn't stupid; he wouldn't stop on the road.
Instead, it was an open space next to it.
The parking area.
Su Wei's ears finally quieted down and stopped ringing.
He took off his goggles, rubbed his cheeks which were stiff from the cold wind, and then rubbed his ears to relieve the discomfort for a while.
Then he unzipped the jacket on his chest.
"Arrive."
Cotton Candy cautiously peeked out, its blue eyes darting around. After confirming there was no danger, it placed its two front paws on Su Wei's collar.
Su Wei did not put it down.
The snow here is too deep; if this little guy jumps down, you'll probably only see the tip of his tail in an instant.
He carried the fox in one arm, trudging through the deep snow, and headed towards the apartment door.
The apartment's electronic access control system had long since stopped working, and the door was ajar.
Su Wei shook off the snow from his clothes and walked into the dimly lit stairwell. His leather boots creaked on the old wooden floor.
Room 302, third floor.
Su Wei stood in front of the dark brown security door and knocked.
Tap, tap, tap.
The knocking echoed in the empty hallway.
There was no response.
Su Wei paused for two seconds, then knocked again, this time with slightly more force.
Who is it?
A cautious voice finally came from inside the door, visibly hoarse and tired, with even a hint of barely perceptible tension.
"It's me, Su Wei."
The movement behind the door paused for a moment.
This was followed by a series of rapid and chaotic sounds.
It was the dull thud of a cane striking the floor, the dragging sound of hopping on one foot, and even the thud of something being knocked over.
Click.
The door lock turned.
The security door was suddenly pulled open.
Emily stood there, leaning against the doorframe.
She was wearing a slightly oversized gray loungewear set, her left leg was in a thick cast, and she had a metal crutch tucked under her arm.
Her hair was a little messy, casually tied into a bun. Her usually delicate and bright face was without makeup, and there were two obvious dark circles under her eyes, making her look much more haggard.