Chapter 37 Chapter Thirty-Seven

Old Walker finally walked to the end of the corridor, and found that he had reached the foyer, and it suddenly became clear to him that the hall was in front of him.Just now in the narrow space of the corridor, he still felt very safe, but when he came to such a wide place, he began to feel uneasy.He noticed that the foyer at the entrance of the corridor was full of young apprentices. They gathered in twos and threes and whispered to each other.Three young men squatted against a wall, throwing stones for a game.Old Walker heard a dozen people talking at the same time in the hall at the other end, and the voices rose and fell.Apparently the adults pushed these lads aside before discussing matters.He took a deep breath, then bit the bullet and walked towards the deadly wide hall.He concentrated on his feet, taking a slow step, and then another, as if every inch of distance under his feet required a lot of courage to conquer—

It seemed that a lifetime was so long, and he finally reached the opposite wall.He raised his hand to rest on the metal wall and breathed a sigh of relief.A few young apprentices behind him suddenly laughed, but he still had lingering fear, and he really didn't have the energy to talk to them.His hand slowly touched the door frame at the entrance of the hall along the riveted iron wall, and then he grabbed it firmly, plucking up the courage to step in.At that moment, the feeling of peace of mind is indescribable.Although the hall was several times the size of his workshop, at least it was filled with tables and chairs, and it was also crowded with people he knew well.He leaned his back against the wall and put his shoulders against the door frame, which made the space feel smaller.He slid down slowly, squatting on the ground.At this time, the male and female workers in the electromechanical area were arguing loudly. Everyone blushed and their necks were thick, and their voices were getting louder and louder, and they refused to give in to each other.

"She's out of oxygen now anyway," Rick said. "How do you know?" Shirley stood on a chair because it made her appear taller than others.She turned her head and scanned the entire hall, "Maybe the protective clothing has been improved very well now." "They don't tell, who knows? God knows what they're doing." "Maybe the situation outside is much better." At this time, the hall suddenly fell silent.Perhaps, everyone is waiting to see if that person dares to continue speaking openly.Several people were standing facing Old Walker.Old Walker looked at their eyes and found that they were all wide-eyed, showing a look of fear, but a little excited.Two people in a row have been sent out to clean the lens, the pressure has been relieved, and the taboo is no longer so terrible.Anyway, those little apprentices were sent away, and the adults became more courageous, and they could say whatever they wanted, without any taboos.

"Maybe the situation outside is really much better, what do you think?" Another person also spoke. "How much better after only two weeks? Damn it! Listen, it's definitely because of the protective clothing! They've improved the protective clothing!" Mark turned to look at the others, with anger in his eyes. "I'm pretty sure," he said, "there's a grading for the suits. Now we have a chance!" "Have a chance? What do you have a chance for?" Knox roared.The gray-haired head of the mechanical and electrical department sits at a table, burying his head in his breakfast. "Giving them a chance to throw more of us out into the dunes to die? There's no shortage of oxygen?" He shook his head, lowered his head and took another bite, then pointed the spoon in his hand at them. "What we should discuss now..." he said, "is this shameless general election. That bastard chief left us at the bottom, regardless of whether we live or die..."

"The protective clothing has not improved at all." Old Walker said weakly.He was still in shock and still panting. "The bunker is powered by us." Knox continued, raising his hand to rub his beard. "What did we get? We were injured all the time, and the treatment was poor. And now, now they actually He also ran down to take away our people, and sent them out to wash the lens, so that the people above can see the scenery! Damn, who cares if the scenery is not scenery?" He raised his fist and slammed the table, and the table The bowl was shaken and jumped up. Old Walker cleared his throat.He was still squatting on the ground, with his back against the wall.No one saw him come in, and no one heard him when he spoke.At this moment, Knox had just finished speaking, and everyone fell silent, so he quickly took this opportunity to speak again.

"Protective clothing hasn't improved at all," he said louder this time. Shirley stood taller, and she saw him first.She was dumbfounded, her mouth was wide open, and she pointed in the direction of Old Walker, and more than 20 people present also turned their heads to look. Everyone was dumbfounded.Old Walker was still panting, and his face was pale at the moment.Ko Ni hurried over and stood beside him.Connie is a young plumber who usually takes special care of Old Walker. Every time she passes by the workshop, she will go in to see him.Surprised, she called his name softly, then helped him stand up, led him to the table, and sat on her chair.

Knox pushed his bowl away, then slammed the table again: "Well, I didn't expect that, look who's here?" Old Walker looked up at him a little embarrassedly.The bearded M&M head looked at him with a smile.More than 20 people in the audience were also staring at him at the same time.Old Walker waved his hands, then looked down at the table.He was not used to so many people at once. "Grandpa, did everyone startle you by yelling? Do you also want to go climbing outside?" Shirley jumped off the chair: "Oh, God, I'm so sorry, I forgot to bring you breakfast." She rushed to the kitchen and prepared something for him.Old Walker was going to wave her hand and tell her to stop.He is not hungry at all.

"No—" His voice was hoarse, so he quickly cleared his throat, and then continued, "I'm here because I heard..." He said it very quietly. "Zoo'er... is gone." He raised his hand and waved it in mid-air, as if the hill was right next to the table. "However, the protective clothing was not made by the information area at all." He turned his head to stare at Mark, then patted his chest, "I made it." At that moment, the people who were talking next to him suddenly shut up, and the whole hall fell into a dead silence. Everyone stopped moving, and everyone stopped eating breakfast.No one moved.Old Walker was always in his workshop from morning to night, never taking a step out, let alone into the hall.Everyone was already dumbfounded, but now when they heard what he said, everyone was dumbfounded.No one present was old enough to have heard him speak.Everyone only knows that he is a strange old man who specializes in electronics, who stays in the cave all day long and refuses to come out after being beaten to death.

"What did you say?" Knox asked. Old Walker took a deep breath.He was about to speak when Shirley suddenly came back and put a bowl of hot oatmeal in front of him.The bowl of porridge was so thick that the spoon floated on top, with the end protruding from the rim of the bowl.Thick oatmeal is his favorite.He hugged the bowl with both hands, feeling the scalding heat.He didn't sleep all night and suddenly felt very tired. "Walker?" Shirley asked him. "Are you all right?" He nodded, raised his hand and waved it lightly, then looked up into Knox's eyes.

"Two days ago, Zuer came to look for me." He shook his head vigorously, trying to muster up the courage.There were too many people, and everyone was staring at him, watching him talk, and the lights above his head were so dazzling that he burst into tears.He tried to pull himself together. "She told me a lot about the protective clothing, and the information section. She said it was a conspiracy." At this point, he raised one hand to hold the spoon, stirred the oatmeal in the bowl, and tried to encourage Have the courage to continue.This matter is too terrible, what will be the consequences if it is spoken out in public?But, who cares, he is already so old, whether he is taboo or not?

"Do you still remember about the heat-resistant tape?" He turned to ask Rachel.She was also a worker on the morning shift and knew Juliet very well.She nodded. "Zoo'er found out the truth. She said that the rotten tape was not accidentally damaged." He nodded involuntarily, "She has found out everything. It is clear." He scooped up a spoonful of oatmeal and took a bite.He wasn't hungry, but he liked the way the spoon felt hot on his tongue.The whole hall was silent, everyone was waiting to hear what he had to say next.Some of the little apprentices outside were whispering, and some were playing stone games silently. However, these adults had almost forgotten their existence. "Over the years, I have helped the material area a lot and established a deep friendship with them." He continued, "Because I helped them a lot in the past. So this time, I asked them for help and told them that whoever I don’t owe anyone any more.” He turned his head to look at the workers in the electromechanical area next to him, and he could hear more people standing in the corridor.They came late, but they sensed that the atmosphere in the hall was not right, so they stood in the corridor and did not come over. "There's a production line for stuff that's used in the information section. We used to steal a batch. At least I stole it myself. The best electronic parts and wires are used to make the suits—" "Those bastards." Someone cursed, and many people at the scene nodded violently. "So, I asked for a favor from the material area. As soon as I heard that she was taken away—" Old Walker paused and rubbed his eyes, "As soon as I heard about it, I immediately sent an email to the material District, I want them to do me a favor. I told them, no matter what those bastards want them to send over, they will change the package and send over the ones designed by our own in the mechanical and electrical department, and choose the best quality, and absolutely Can't be found by them." "What? What did you do?" Knox asked. Old Walker kept nodding.Telling the truth made him feel much more at ease. "For years, they've deliberately designed faulty protective clothing. Someone just said that Joey disappeared because things might have gotten better outside. Wrong, that's not the case at all. The truth is, they deliberately made The purpose of the rotten protective clothing is to prevent us from going too far, out of their sight, out of their control." He stirred the oatmeal in the bowl again, "They want us to nest here obediently, and be obediently subject to them." control." "According to you, Zuer is not dead?" Shirley asked. Old Walker frowned and shook his head slowly. "Didn't I just say that?" Someone suddenly said, "She's exhausted of oxygen." "Anyway, she's dead," retorted another.Everyone started arguing again, "This proves that those bastards are really messing around!" Old Walker had to admit it. "Calm down, everyone." Knox yelled, but he himself seemed the most excited.At this time, more workers came in, and the hall could no longer be quiet.Everyone gathered around the table, everyone looked worried. "This is..." Old Walker muttered to himself, because he saw the scene in front of him and knew what he had provoked.These people were his friends, his partners, and now, they were all pissed off, yelling, getting emotional. "This is..." He muttered again, and he could feel that something was brewing and about to explode. "This is what this is—" Ko Ni was still bending over to look at him beside him, holding his hand, as if she was taking care of a patient. "What is this?" she asked.She waved everyone to be quiet so she could hear old Walker.Then she bent over Old Walker again. "Walker, you say, what is this? What is this? What did you just want to say?" "That's how it started," he murmured, and the hall fell silent.He looked up at everyone's faces, appraising everyone's expressions.He saw the anger burning in their eyes, saw the taboo about to be detonated.He knew that what he was most worried about was really going to happen. "That's how the riots started—"