Chapter 30 Chapter Thirty

Bernard stood in the dining room, waiting to watch the camera cleaning scene.His technicians were sorting out equipment in Peter's office.Bernard likes to watch this scene alone.His technicians rarely watch with him.They lugged their heavy gear out of the office and down the stairwell.Sometimes, Bernard would feel a little embarrassed, because even his own subordinates had been instilled by him with that kind of superstitious fear. He saw Juliet Nix's helmet first, then her silver ghostly body.She walked up the slope of the passage with heavy steps, a little stiff and hesitant.Bernard looked up at the clock on the wall while reaching for a glass of juice.He leaned back on the back of the chair, thinking to himself, wondering if this time it would be the same as before, it was all within his expectations.Another person went out to clean the lens. When she saw the scene in front of her through the helmet, how would she react?The world is so bright, so bright, so clean and clear, and under his careful design, everything is so alive, the birds are flying in the sky, the green grass is swaying with the wind, and the buildings outside the hill are as brilliant as Greek temples brilliant.

In his life, he has watched the scene of cleaning the lens more than a dozen times.After those people turned their heads to look around, everyone's first reaction was to turn around immediately and wave their hands wildly.Every time he saw them behave like that, he was very proud.Some of them were forced to leave their families. As a result, they also danced in front of the camera, as if waving to their families, telling them to come out and see.After they saw the artificial image on the helmet visor, they immediately gestured like dumb, wanting to use actions to describe the unbelievable beauty.It's a pity that no one can see their actions at all.The big dining room is always empty, no one is watching them.He has even seen people reach out to catch birds in the air, because the image in the helmet will give them the illusion that they are small bugs flying in front of them.One of them even walked down the tunnel back to the gate of the bunker and knocked on the door desperately, as if he wanted to say something to everyone, but in the end he rushed out to clean the lens.Don't their strange reactions prove that this method is effective?Everyone's mentality is different, and before they go out, everyone yells that they will never clean the lens, but when they see the illusory image, everyone's heart is filled with hope, and they can't wait to take the lens. wash off.

Maybe that's why Chief Janss can't bear to watch.She didn't know what they saw, what they felt, why they reacted the way they did.So, the next morning, she always felt very sick to her stomach, but she always came up to watch the sunrise and express her condolences that way.At that time, the people in the bunker usually hadn't come up yet, and she was the only one in the dining room.Bernard, however, was different from her.He is very proud of his stealth skills.Over the years, the previous head of the information area has continuously improved, and now in his hands, this technique for creating fake images is almost perfect.He smiled subconsciously, took a sip of the juice, and watched Juliet walking around, seeming to be confused by the false image in front of him.At present, there is not much dirt on the lens, and it doesn't even need to be cleaned at all, but he is sure that she will wash it.In the past, I sent two people out to clean the camera lens in a short period of time, and both of them cleaned the camera lens obediently.No exceptions.

He took another sip of the juice and turned to look at the security officer's office, wondering if Peter had enough courage to stay and see, but the office door was closed, leaving only a gap.He expected a lot from this kid.Now, he serves as the security officer, and in the future, maybe one day he will become the chief.Bernard may temporarily serve as the chief minister, or even participate in the election and serve as the chief minister for one or two terms, but he knows in his heart that he belongs to the information area.It's not his job to be a chief.Or it should be said that the heavy responsibility of the person in charge of the information area cannot be shouldered by just finding someone.

Then, he turned back to look at the scene on the wall—as a result, he was stunned, and the paper cup in his hand almost fell to the ground. The silvery figure of Juliet Nix had crawled up the dunes, and the grime on the lens was still there. Bernard stood up abruptly, knocking the chair back a long way.He staggered to the wall, as if he was going to rush into the image and go after her. He looked at the scene with confusion.She walked up the dune along the dark ravine, then stopped to look at the two bodies at her feet.Bernard looked at the clock again.The time is coming!The time is coming!At any moment she would fall over, struggling to get the helmet off.She would struggle and roll on the muddy ground, kicking violently with her feet, kicking up dust in the sky, and then rolling down the hillside, and finally remained motionless.

But unexpectedly, the second hand in the clock ticked away one frame after another, but Juliet still took one step after another.She left the two corpses and continued to walk and climb, her legs seemed to be still strong.She climbed to the top of the dune step by step, and then stood there looking at the other side of the dune.Don't know what she saw.Then, the most unlikely thing happened.she is gone.
Bernard ran all the way to the stairwell.The paper cup in his hand was crushed by him, and his fingers were sticky with the juice.Holding the paper cup in his hand, he rushed down the three floors and caught up with his men. At this moment, he threw the paper cup back.The ball of paper cups bounced a few times on the stairwell, and then fell down, probably somewhere far below.Bernard cursed repeatedly and rushed down desperately, his subordinates were confused by him.He rushed too fast, and he might trip if he was not careful.In this way, he rushed down more than ten floors, and he almost bumped into a person who was going up the stairs.It had been several weeks since the lens was last cleaned, and this was the first person to try his luck again.Maybe the weather is good enough to see the sunrise clearly.

Later, he finally reached the thirty-fourth floor, out of breath, with sore legs, sweat on the bridge of his nose, and slippery glasses.He pushed open the double doors and rushed in, yelling at the guards to open the turnstiles quickly.The guard was terrified, and quickly took his identification card and stuffed it under the scanner, and opened the door.Bernard rushed in immediately, ran wildly along the corridor, turned twice, and finally came to a door.This is the most heavily guarded door in the entire bunker. He shook the identification card on the sensor, and then pressed the password on the button.The thick steel door opened with a sound, and he rushed in immediately.The room was full of servers and it was very hot.Huge black boxes stood like monuments on the tiled floor.That is the highest state that human engineering technology can achieve.Bernard shuttled between the servers, sweating profusely, and his nose was covered with sweat.The bright light stung his eyes.He walked forward quickly, his hand along the server shell all the way.The server made a low "hum" sound, and the lights blinked, as if trying to appease him, to calm his anger.He is their master.

However, their reassurance seems to have little effect.At this moment, fear has completely occupied his heart.He asked himself again and again what had gone wrong.How could she still be alive?There's no way she's still alive.His job is to protect the server's data, but besides that, he has another job: never letting anyone out of the bunker alive.This is his supreme mission.He knew why, so he was shaking with fear.He knew what would happen if the mission failed this morning. He was so hot that he couldn't help cursing all the way.Later, he finally reached the innermost wall.There is a server there.The air outlet above the head blows chilly air.Cold air is sent from the lowest floor of the bunker to this server room through ducts, and there are huge fans behind the servers, which blow hot air into several ducts and send it back to the ground floor.The ground floor of the bunker is cold and damp, kept warm only by the heat from the server room.Bernard looked up at the air outlet, and suddenly thought of the power cut holiday a while ago.That week, trying to fix some damn generator, the temperature in his place was getting higher and higher, and he almost destroyed his server.And all of this was done by that woman.The woman who had just been kicked out by him.Thinking of this, he immediately felt a burst of anger rushing up in his chest.This is really a big loophole in the whole design. The air conditioner he needs most is actually controlled in the hands of the electromechanical area, in the hands of those dirty and greasy monkeys, and in the hands of those brutal and uneducated workers.He thought of the huge, noisy machines down there, and the disgusting smell of fuel and exhaust fumes.Back then, in order to kill a person, he went down once in the end.He couldn't take it just that one time.Thinking of those noisy generators, and looking at the magnificent and charming servers in front of him, he was even more sure that he would never leave the information area.Here, as the servers process massive amounts of data, the hot silicon chips give off a characteristically strong smell.Here, the rubber conduits that gather countless signal wires also exude a unique smell.The signal wires in the conduit are neatly bundled, each wire is numbered, and billions of bits of data are transmitted every second.It was here that he discovered that someone secretly downloaded data from a flash drive, and the data that person downloaded was the data that had been deleted after the last riot.Here, surrounded by countless machines that can think, he can think.

However, at the other end of those air-conditioning ducts was a stinky, dirty place.Bernard wiped the sweat off his forehead, then reached out to the back of his trousers and wiped it a few times.He thought of that woman again.In the beginning, she stole his things, and later, Janss even promoted her to be the security officer representing the highest legal rank, and now, she dared not to clean the lens, and dared to run away—— Thinking of this, he immediately felt a burst of anger rushing up, as if the temperature in his body rose rapidly, and he was on the verge of explosion. He walked up to the last server, reached into the gap between the server and the wall, and touched the back of the server case.There are several locks on the back panel.He took the key from his neck and opened each lock one by one.He comforted himself that she couldn't have gone far.However, what consequences will this incident lead to?More importantly, what went wrong?The aging control of protective clothing has always been impeccable.It has been so for a long time.

Then, the back panel was opened, and there were not many parts inside, almost empty.Bernard put the key back around his neck, stuffed it into his clothes from the neckline, and then picked up the back panel of the case and put it aside.The backplate was so hot it almost burned his hands.There is a small cloth box fixed inside the case, Bernard opened the box cover, reached inside, and took out a headset microphone.He puts on the earphones, adjusts the position of the microphone, and pulls the tangled cord out of the way. He comforted himself that he should still be able to control the situation.After all, he is the person in charge of the information area, and he is also the head of the bunker, and the security officer Peter Berning is also under his single-handed control.Everyone craves stability, and he can create the illusion of stability.Everyone is afraid of change, but he can suppress it.He controls the two most important high-level positions by himself, who can fight against him?Who else is more qualified to undertake this mission than him?He can explain it to them.Everything will calm down.

There are several jacks on the communication host, he found one of them, and plugged the headphone cable into it.At that moment, inexplicable fear suddenly surged in his heart, extreme fear.He heard a "beep" sound from the earphone, and the host has been automatically connected. He reminded himself that he must be very careful when reporting, he must emphasize that he can still fully control the information area, and he must emphasize that this kind of thing will never happen again.Everything is under his control.At this time, there was a "click" sound from the earphone, and the "beep beep" sound disappeared.He knew immediately that someone answered.This line will only be activated in an emergency, and the other party knows it very well.In that short silence, he felt the other party's displeasure. Bernard also omitted the politeness, and got straight to the point. "The first bunker? This is the eighteenth bunker." Sweat dripped from his lips. He stuck out his tongue to lick the sweat and adjusted the microphone.He suddenly felt that his hands were so cold, he was a little disobedient, and his movements were a little slow. Moreover, he suddenly wanted to pee. "We're, uh... We've got a, uh... little problem here—"