Chapter 59 Chapter Fifty-Nine

Juliet turned on the light and dragged a bag of things into the protective clothing laboratory.That was what she collected from the supplies area not long ago.She wasn't like an orphan who took electricity for granted.She couldn't figure out where the electricity came from, so she was always worried that the power would go out at any time.Therefore, she has always saved electricity, unlike him, who has a bad habit of turning on all the lights wherever she goes, and never turning them off. That bag contained something useful she had found recently.She dropped the bag on the cot and suddenly thought of Old Walker.Why did he end up living where he worked?Could it be that he, like her at this moment, faced endless problems and had to rack his brains to find a solution, so he was forced to sleep at the work place and be able to get up and work at any time?

The more she got to know the old man, the lonelier she felt and the more she missed him.Not long ago, she had just climbed the stairs for a long time, and her thighs and calves were very sore.In the past few weeks, she has almost exercised the leg strength of a courier, but she is still sore, and the constant soreness is not the same as before.She was afraid of the dull soreness.She rubs her muscles, and the soreness turns into a sharp pain.In fact, she would rather suffer a little.The obvious and intense pain felt better.She prefers the pain she is familiar with. The shoes that Juliet is currently wearing are picked up. From her point of view, it seems a bit strange to say that they are her shoes.She kicked off her shoes and stood up.Enough rest.She won't allow herself to rest for too long.She pulled the canvas bag and walked to a very high-end workbench.In this protective clothing laboratory, everything is very advanced, much better than what she used in the electromechanical area.Even that purposefully bad tape is a product of meticulous craftsmanship.The chemical engineering required to make that tape is highly sophisticated.Now, she already knew that it was deliberately designed, but she would involuntarily admire it secretly.She collected a large pile of gaskets and gaskets, which were divided into two types, one was a normal product designed in the material area, and the other was an inferior product that was originally placed in the laboratory.She collected these things in order to experiment and see how the system worked.She kept them behind the big workbench, and sometimes looking at them reminded her that they might have killed her.

She poured out the parts from the canvas bag, and suddenly felt a strange feeling in her heart.Unexpectedly, now I will live in the information area of ​​another bunker.For her, in her own bunker, the place was originally a heavily guarded no-go zone.What was even more strange was that these workbenches, these perfect tools, were all designed to send people to die, and she never thought that these things would amaze her. She turned her head to look at the surrounding walls, at the dozen or so sets of protective clothing hanging on the wall.Each suit is somewhat damaged and repaired in a different manner.Living here, working here, I always feel like ghosts and shadows around me.If one day she saw the protective clothing suddenly jumping off and walking around by herself, she probably wouldn't be surprised.The sleeves and pant legs of the protective suit look full, as if being worn by someone, while the visor of the helmet makes it seem that there is actually a face inside, and the person's eyes are looking at her.With these protective suits hanging on the wall, it will make her feel like there is someone next to her.They stared grimly at her as she sorted the parts into two piles: one for her next project, and the other for little things she might need later, but for now she I didn't think of any use for a while.

She put a very precious rechargeable battery in the second pile.There was still blood on the battery, and she couldn't wipe it off.Seeing the battery, something came back to her eyes.That was all she saw when she was looking for things. For example, she saw two suicides in the office of the person in charge of the material area. It was covered in dark red blood.It was the scariest scene she had ever seen, and it stuck in her mind.There are such bloody scenes everywhere in the whole bunker, devastated everywhere, like ghosts everywhere.She fully understands why orphans usually only go to hydroponic areas and hardly anywhere else, and, even though he has been here alone for many years, he still uses the filing cabinet every night Block the server room door.Juliette understood exactly why he was doing this.In fact, she herself is the same, and every night before going to bed, she bolts the door of the laboratory.It's not that she believes in ghosts, it's just that she always has a feeling of being watched, so she is inevitably a little suspicious.That feeling, as if the person watching her may not be a real person, but the entire bunker——

She started working on the air compressor.Just like before, it feels really good to get your hands on something and build something.She can concentrate all the time.After she was sent out to clean the lens, she accidentally came to this bunker. She went through a lot of hardships to get in, and finally survived. In the first few nights, she tried several places, but she couldn't find it. Go to a place where you can sleep well.She didn't even think about the back room under the server room, which was filled with garbage made by orphans and stinks unbearably.In addition, she tried to sleep overnight in the office of the head of the information area, but when she thought of Bernard, she felt uncomfortable.She also tried several offices and slept on the sofa, but the sofa was not long enough and it was uncomfortable to sleep on.Later, she spread cushions on the floor of the server room.It was very warm inside, and it was quite comfortable to sleep on, but the "humming" of the server almost drove her crazy.

In the end, it was very strange that she found that the only place where she could sleep was the laboratory full of ghosts and full of protective clothing.Maybe, that's because it's full of tools, welding equipment and wrenches everywhere, and the walls are lined with drawers and sockets and screwdrivers.If she needed to fix something, even herself, this was the ideal place to be.And in the whole of Seventeenth Bunker, there were two other places where she could feel at home.That is the two detention rooms.She often runs upstairs and downstairs, and occasionally sleeps there.Also, her favorite place is behind the server.She used to sit there and talk to Lucas.

At the other end of the laboratory is a very high-end large iron cabinet, which is full of tools.She went to the front of the iron cabinet and picked out a valve of suitable size. At this time, she thought of Lucas again.She stuffed the valve into her pocket, then took a full protective suit off the wall.The protective clothing feels heavy and strong in the hand.She recalled wearing a set herself, and she remembered how bulky it felt.She put the suit on a workbench, ripped off the helmet adapter on it, took it to the drill press, drilled a small hole, clamped it to a vise table, and slipped the valve into the hole , and then drill out the thread to connect the air pipe.As she did it, she thought about what she had said to Lucas last time.At this time, the laboratory suddenly smelled of freshly baked bread, and then the orphan walked in.

"Hi!" He greeted at the door.Juliet raised her head and raised her chin to greet him.Turning the valve into the hole took a lot of effort, and the handles of the pliers sank into the palm of her hand, sweat beading on her brow. "I baked some crackers." "Smells good." She mumbled. Not long ago, she taught the orphan how to bake pancakes, and he's been baking them every day since.The shelf where the cans were placed was originally full of large buckets of flour. Now, he would move a large bucket down at a time, refer to the recipes for experiments, and bake various crackers with different flavors.Juliet kept reminding herself that he likes to find things to do, so she should teach him to cook more different things, make good use of his habit, and let him do more useful things.

"And I also cut the cucumber into slices." He looked so proud, as if it was some kind of delicacy.In many ways, the mind of an orphan is no different than that of a teenager.The habit of cooking is also very similar. "I'll eat it later," she told him.After a lot of work, she finally fit the valve into the small hole, and it became a joint that could be used to connect the air pipe.She looked it over carefully, and felt that it was done very delicately, not losing to the material area at all.Then she turned the valve down again, effortlessly, as smoothly as removing a delicate bolt.

The orphan put the plate of crackers and cucumbers on the workbench, pulled up a round stool and sat down. "What are you working on? Do you want to make another water pump?" He looked at the big rotor of the air compressor, and the air pipe connected to the compressor hanging down. "No. Pumping takes too much time. I'm trying to figure out how to make something that can breathe underwater." The orphan laughed, picked up a small piece of cracker and chewed it in his mouth, watching Juliet's expression. After a while, he realized that she was not joking. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah. What we really need is a large water pump. There is one of those pumps in the puddle at the bottom of the bunker. All I need to do is find a way to run a wire from the information area down to the water pumps. That way, the water can be drained in months, or even weeks, rather than years." "Breathing underwater?" He stared at her suspiciously, as if he thought she was crazy. "You know how I got here from the bunker I live in? It's the same thing." She wrapped the waterproof tape around the joint of the air pipe, and then locked the joint to the adapter ring. "The protective clothing is waterproof , will not enter the water. So, just keep pouring air in, I can breathe in it, and I can work underwater for a long time, so I have enough time to start the pump .” "Do you think that water pump is still working?" "It should be possible." She grabbed the wrench and tried her best to tighten the joint. "Those water pumps are originally designed to be used underwater. The operation is very simple, just connect to the electricity. As for the electricity, we have a lot here. .” "Then what am I going to do?" The orphan rubbed his hands until crumbs were all over the workbench, and then reached for another slice. "I want you to keep an eye on this compressor for me. I'll show you how to start it, how to refuel it. Also, I'll put a portable radio in my helmet so we can talk. When I get down, enter The trachea and wires will get longer and longer, and you have to help me put the pipes on it." She smiled at him, "Don't worry, I will definitely let you have endless things to do." "I'm not worried." The orphan immediately puffed up his chest, biting a cucumber in his mouth, and aimed at the compressor. Juliet could see that orphans couldn't tell lies.He is like the kind of teenager who loves to cover up, but he can't hide anything on his face.