Chapter 65 Chapter 65
Old Walker walked down the stairwell with heavy steps, passing several workers.Those workers were welding iron plates there, preparing to block the narrow passage.He clutched a parts box full of radio parts in both hands.There was a rumble of gunfire upstairs, and groups of workers fled into the stairwell. He was crowded in the crowd and followed everyone down, and the parts in the box were shaken.He saw Shirley walking ahead, holding the rest of the radio to her chest, the antenna dangling behind her.Old Walker tried to hurry up and keep up with everyone so as not to stumble.
"Come on! Come on! Come on!" someone yelled.Everyone pushes each other.The gunshots behind them seemed to be getting closer and louder, and the welding sparks filled the air, and a few sparks sprayed into Old Walker's face.He immediately squinted his eyes and quickly walked through the sparks. At this time, several miners in striped clothes rushed up beside him, preparing to go to the platform on the upper floor and build another big iron wall.
"Go this way." Shirley yelled, dragging him along.On the landing below, she dragged him aside.His legs were weak, and it was difficult for him to keep up with her.At this time, the canvas bag on a young man in front fell to the ground, and the guns were scattered all over the ground. He hurried back to pick it up.
"Let's go to the power plant." Shirley pointed inside.
Already a large crowd had squeezed through the double doors, and Jenkins was directing from inside.Several people leaned against the pumping unit with guns, ready to fight.The boom of the pumping unit is still, as if ready for the coming battle.
As soon as the two of them reached the door, Jenkins immediately raised his chin, pointed to the wire in Shirley's arms and asked, "What is this? Is it—?"
"It's the radio." She nodded.
"It's useless now." Jenkins waved his hand again to let the other two people in, and Shirley and Old Walker hurried out of the way.
"Jenkins—"
"Take him in quickly." Jenkins roared, pointing at Old Walker, "Don't let him get in the way here."
"But Jenkins, I think you should listen to—"
"Come in!" Jenkins yelled at those left behind, raising his hand and pointing backward with his elbow bent back.A few workers with guns stayed outside and lined up, and their actions seemed to be very skilled.They leaned their arms on the railing, their barrels all pointing in the same direction.
"Come in, or you'll get out!" Jenkins yelled at Shirley, and began to close the door.
"Come on," she told Old Walker, and sighed deeply, "Let's go in."
Old Walker obediently followed in, with a dazed expression on his face, all he was thinking about were the parts and tools he hadn't had time to take away.Those things upstairs are lost, possibly forever.
"Hey, what are you guys doing in the control room? Get out!" As soon as they entered the power plant, Shirley sprinted to the control room, wires trailing behind her, aluminum antennas bouncing on the floor, yelling, "Get out!" So the group of people immediately walked out of the control room one by one, some of them were workers in the mechanical and electrical area, and some were workers in the material area in yellow clothes.They went to the railing and mingled with the others, looking down at the huge generator.The huge and spacious power plant exists for that generator.Now the sound of the generator is not as scary as it used to be.Shirley couldn't help wondering, if the generator was still the same as before, with loose bases, offset axes, and deafening noise, would these people still be here? "Get out, all of you! Don't come into my control room!" She chased the last of them out, too.She knew why Jenkins had sealed off the floor.Now, the only power they have left is electricity.With a wave of her hand, she chased the last person in the control room out as well.The control room is full of knobs, dials, and instruments, which cannot be touched casually.She immediately went to check the fuel gauge. Both oil tanks were full, obviously ready from the start.Even if everything is gone, they can at least maintain power for several weeks.She turned her head to look at the turntables and knobs around her, still holding those wire antennas tightly in her arms. "Where do I put—?" Old Walker stretched forward holding the parts box.The floor was strewn with dynamite and fuses, and he knew they were not to be touched casually. "Put it on the ground." She put the antenna on her body on the ground, and walked over to close the door.Those who were kicked out by her just now stood at the window and looked in with envy.It is air-conditioned and has high stools to sit on.Shirley didn't bother to talk to them. "Have you brought all the parts? Are they all here?" Old Walker took out a few parts from the box, smacked his tongue, and looked at the crooked lines and messy parts. "Is there electricity?" he asked Shirley, holding up the plug and transformer. Shirley laughed: "Walker, you should know where this is, right? Why do you still ask if there is electricity?" She pulled the wire and plugged it into the socket of the main control panel. "Do you have all the parts? Walker, can you assemble it to receive the signal now? I must call Jenkins to listen." "I know." He nodded, and began to sort the parts, twisting a few wires together. "The antenna needs to be pulled outside." He nodded towards the antenna in her hand. Shirley looked up and saw that there were no beams on it. "Pull it out from the railing outside." He said to her, "Pull it in a straight line, and remember to reserve the length to pull it back." She immediately dragged the tangle of wires toward the door. "Oh, by the way, don't touch the railing with the metal!" Old Walker shouted behind her. Shirley got a few of her workers to help and taught them how to do it, and they split up and started to untangle the tangled threads.Shirley came in again to find old Walker. "It'll be fine in about a minute," she told him, closing the door so that the wires were sandwiched between the door panel and the doorjamb gasket, just enough not to be too tight. "That should be fine." He looked up at her.His eyes were dull, his hair was disheveled, and his white beard was covered with beads of sweat.After a while, he suddenly exclaimed: "Oops!" He patted his forehead and said, "There is no horn." Hearing Old Walker's cry, Shirley's heart sank suddenly, and she realized that they had forgotten such an important thing. "Wait a minute." She told him, then turned around and ran to the shelf outside where the earphones were placed, and picked out one of them.The headset, which people in the control room use to communicate with workers next to the generator, has a thread hanging from it.Those people by the railing looked at her with curiosity and fear.She ran in front of them, returned to the control room, and suddenly thought that she should be as scared as they were, because the next real big battle was approaching, but for some reason, all she could think about at the moment was the radio station just now. those voices.At this moment, her curiosity had overwhelmed her fear.In fact, she has always been like this. "Is this okay?" She closed the door and showed him the headphones. "Great, this is it." He widened his eyes in surprise.Then, he snatched the earphones, cut the joints of the wires, and began to strip the wires. "Fortunately, it's quiet in here." He said with a smile. Shirley also laughed, but she was still a little puzzled.What the hell are they doing?What are they going to do?Is it just sitting here with these wires, waiting for the deputy security officer and the guards in the information area to rush in and drag them out? Old Walker connected the wire to the earphone, and the earphone immediately heard a "beep" sound of static noise.Shirley hurried to sit next to him, held his wrist, and kept his hand as stable as possible.The headset in his hand was shaking violently. "I think you should—" He pointed to the knob.There are a lot of scratches from the white paint around the knob. Shirley nodded, and suddenly realized that they forgot to bring the paint.She picked up the knob and looked at each scale carefully. "Which one are you targeting?" she asked. "None." She was about to turn the knob back to the last scale, which was the position where they heard the sound last time, when he immediately stopped her. "Turn in the opposite direction. I want to hear if there are more—" He put his hand over his mouth and coughed. "We have to figure out how many places there are." She nodded, then grabbed the knob and turned it towards an area that hadn't yet been graduated.Both men held their breath.Through the thick door panels and the double-layer soundproof windows, they could still vaguely hear the "hum" of the generator outside. Shirley turned the knob, looked at Old Walker, and suddenly thought in her heart, what would happen to Old Walker if both of them were caught later?Would he be sent out with them to clean the lens?Maybe he and the others could have an excuse that they weren't involved.Thinking of this, she suddenly felt a little sad.Just for a moment of anger and impulsiveness, for revenge, what will happen to them in the end?Her husband died.What had she gained in losing him?Someone is seriously injured and dying, what do they get?None of this could have happened.How could they be so whimsical, thinking that they can seize power, that they can easily solve problems that are almost impossible to solve?Yes, they are indeed deceived, but at least they can still live well, can't they?Although there are many injustices here, at least she can stay with the one she loves, can't she?Which sacrifice is more worthwhile?Sacrifice life, or sacrifice justice? "Turn faster." There was no sound, and Old Walker seemed a little impatient.They heard some static, but no voice.Shirley turned a little faster. "Could it be the antenna—" she said halfway, when Old Walker suddenly raised his hand to stop her. The small horn on his thigh suddenly made a "cracking" sound.He raised his hand and twisted his thumb back, this action was to tell her to turn around.Shirley immediately turned the knob back, thinking about how far the knob was turned just now.How much is it different from the previous scale?She has stayed in this control room for many years, adjusting this knob to control the generator all day long, and she feels that she has been trained very keenly, and now turning this knob, she feels very familiar with it—— "—Orphan? I'm Juliet, do you hear me? What happened to you above?" At that moment, Xue Li couldn't help but let go of her hand, and the knob suddenly fell down, falling heavily to the ground, and the wire was also pulled down. She seemed to lose all feeling in her hands, and her fingers were trembling.She turned her head to look at the horn on Old Walker's lap, dumbfounded, and then she noticed that Old Walker was also looking down at her hand in a daze. At that moment, neither of them could move.That voice, that name, there is absolutely no way they got it wrong. Old Walker burst into tears, running down his beard and dripping down his lap.Those were tears of confusion and ecstasy.
"Hey, what are you guys doing in the control room? Get out!" As soon as they entered the power plant, Shirley sprinted to the control room, wires trailing behind her, aluminum antennas bouncing on the floor, yelling, "Get out!" So the group of people immediately walked out of the control room one by one, some of them were workers in the mechanical and electrical area, and some were workers in the material area in yellow clothes.They went to the railing and mingled with the others, looking down at the huge generator.The huge and spacious power plant exists for that generator.Now the sound of the generator is not as scary as it used to be.Shirley couldn't help wondering, if the generator was still the same as before, with loose bases, offset axes, and deafening noise, would these people still be here? "Get out, all of you! Don't come into my control room!" She chased the last of them out, too.She knew why Jenkins had sealed off the floor.Now, the only power they have left is electricity.With a wave of her hand, she chased the last person in the control room out as well.The control room is full of knobs, dials, and instruments, which cannot be touched casually.She immediately went to check the fuel gauge. Both oil tanks were full, obviously ready from the start.Even if everything is gone, they can at least maintain power for several weeks.She turned her head to look at the turntables and knobs around her, still holding those wire antennas tightly in her arms. "Where do I put—?" Old Walker stretched forward holding the parts box.The floor was strewn with dynamite and fuses, and he knew they were not to be touched casually. "Put it on the ground." She put the antenna on her body on the ground, and walked over to close the door.Those who were kicked out by her just now stood at the window and looked in with envy.It is air-conditioned and has high stools to sit on.Shirley didn't bother to talk to them. "Have you brought all the parts? Are they all here?" Old Walker took out a few parts from the box, smacked his tongue, and looked at the crooked lines and messy parts. "Is there electricity?" he asked Shirley, holding up the plug and transformer. Shirley laughed: "Walker, you should know where this is, right? Why do you still ask if there is electricity?" She pulled the wire and plugged it into the socket of the main control panel. "Do you have all the parts? Walker, can you assemble it to receive the signal now? I must call Jenkins to listen." "I know." He nodded, and began to sort the parts, twisting a few wires together. "The antenna needs to be pulled outside." He nodded towards the antenna in her hand. Shirley looked up and saw that there were no beams on it. "Pull it out from the railing outside." He said to her, "Pull it in a straight line, and remember to reserve the length to pull it back." She immediately dragged the tangle of wires toward the door. "Oh, by the way, don't touch the railing with the metal!" Old Walker shouted behind her. Shirley got a few of her workers to help and taught them how to do it, and they split up and started to untangle the tangled threads.Shirley came in again to find old Walker. "It'll be fine in about a minute," she told him, closing the door so that the wires were sandwiched between the door panel and the doorjamb gasket, just enough not to be too tight. "That should be fine." He looked up at her.His eyes were dull, his hair was disheveled, and his white beard was covered with beads of sweat.After a while, he suddenly exclaimed: "Oops!" He patted his forehead and said, "There is no horn." Hearing Old Walker's cry, Shirley's heart sank suddenly, and she realized that they had forgotten such an important thing. "Wait a minute." She told him, then turned around and ran to the shelf outside where the earphones were placed, and picked out one of them.The headset, which people in the control room use to communicate with workers next to the generator, has a thread hanging from it.Those people by the railing looked at her with curiosity and fear.She ran in front of them, returned to the control room, and suddenly thought that she should be as scared as they were, because the next real big battle was approaching, but for some reason, all she could think about at the moment was the radio station just now. those voices.At this moment, her curiosity had overwhelmed her fear.In fact, she has always been like this. "Is this okay?" She closed the door and showed him the headphones. "Great, this is it." He widened his eyes in surprise.Then, he snatched the earphones, cut the joints of the wires, and began to strip the wires. "Fortunately, it's quiet in here." He said with a smile. Shirley also laughed, but she was still a little puzzled.What the hell are they doing?What are they going to do?Is it just sitting here with these wires, waiting for the deputy security officer and the guards in the information area to rush in and drag them out? Old Walker connected the wire to the earphone, and the earphone immediately heard a "beep" sound of static noise.Shirley hurried to sit next to him, held his wrist, and kept his hand as stable as possible.The headset in his hand was shaking violently. "I think you should—" He pointed to the knob.There are a lot of scratches from the white paint around the knob. Shirley nodded, and suddenly realized that they forgot to bring the paint.She picked up the knob and looked at each scale carefully. "Which one are you targeting?" she asked. "None." She was about to turn the knob back to the last scale, which was the position where they heard the sound last time, when he immediately stopped her. "Turn in the opposite direction. I want to hear if there are more—" He put his hand over his mouth and coughed. "We have to figure out how many places there are." She nodded, then grabbed the knob and turned it towards an area that hadn't yet been graduated.Both men held their breath.Through the thick door panels and the double-layer soundproof windows, they could still vaguely hear the "hum" of the generator outside. Shirley turned the knob, looked at Old Walker, and suddenly thought in her heart, what would happen to Old Walker if both of them were caught later?Would he be sent out with them to clean the lens?Maybe he and the others could have an excuse that they weren't involved.Thinking of this, she suddenly felt a little sad.Just for a moment of anger and impulsiveness, for revenge, what will happen to them in the end?Her husband died.What had she gained in losing him?Someone is seriously injured and dying, what do they get?None of this could have happened.How could they be so whimsical, thinking that they can seize power, that they can easily solve problems that are almost impossible to solve?Yes, they are indeed deceived, but at least they can still live well, can't they?Although there are many injustices here, at least she can stay with the one she loves, can't she?Which sacrifice is more worthwhile?Sacrifice life, or sacrifice justice? "Turn faster." There was no sound, and Old Walker seemed a little impatient.They heard some static, but no voice.Shirley turned a little faster. "Could it be the antenna—" she said halfway, when Old Walker suddenly raised his hand to stop her. The small horn on his thigh suddenly made a "cracking" sound.He raised his hand and twisted his thumb back, this action was to tell her to turn around.Shirley immediately turned the knob back, thinking about how far the knob was turned just now.How much is it different from the previous scale?She has stayed in this control room for many years, adjusting this knob to control the generator all day long, and she feels that she has been trained very keenly, and now turning this knob, she feels very familiar with it—— "—Orphan? I'm Juliet, do you hear me? What happened to you above?" At that moment, Xue Li couldn't help but let go of her hand, and the knob suddenly fell down, falling heavily to the ground, and the wire was also pulled down. She seemed to lose all feeling in her hands, and her fingers were trembling.She turned her head to look at the horn on Old Walker's lap, dumbfounded, and then she noticed that Old Walker was also looking down at her hand in a daze. At that moment, neither of them could move.That voice, that name, there is absolutely no way they got it wrong. Old Walker burst into tears, running down his beard and dripping down his lap.Those were tears of confusion and ecstasy.