Chapter 68 Chapter 68

"Hello? Orphan? Talk to me." That was definitely Juliet's voice.Although the speaker in the headset is small, it is still heard clearly, echoing in the small control room.For many years, that voice could be heard every day in this control room.At this moment, it was because of this place that Shirley was more sentimental.She stared blankly at the two small speakers connected to the radio, knowing in her heart that that person was definitely Juliet. Both she and Old Walker held their breath unconsciously, and it took an unknown amount of time before Shirley finally spoke. "It's Juliet," she said softly. "How did we—? Is her voice 'trapped' here? How long ago was that?"

Shirley doesn't understand radio principles at all. She is just a worker and her knowledge is limited.Old Walker was still staring at the pair of earphones, motionless and silent, with tears all over his beard. "This... is this the radio wave caught by the antenna? Is the radio wave bouncing around in it?" She thought it was the same with the voices they heard before, and what the antenna caught was what those people said a long time ago.is it possible?Could it be like some kind of radio echo?If that was the case, she wouldn't be too shocked.She couldn't imagine that Juliet was alive now.

Old Walker turned to look at her with a strange expression on his face.His mouth was half open, but there seemed to be a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth. "That's not how radio works." He actually laughed. "That's the sound of the day. The thing." He grabbed Shirley's arm hard. "You heard that too, right? I'm not crazy, it's really her, right? She's alive. She's really gone." "No—" Shirley shook her head, "Walker, what are you talking about? Juliet is still alive? Where has she gone?" "You heard it yourself." He pointed to the radio. "Those people were talking earlier. What cleaning cameras, there are more places like us out there, more bunkers. Shirley, she's in those bunkers. This is now, not in the past."

"She's still alive." Shirley stared blankly at the radio, her thoughts fluctuating in her mind.Her friend was elsewhere, and alive.Earlier, she had always had a scene in her mind, seeing Juliet lying motionless on that hill, and the poisonous acid in the air was rotting her body.But now, that scene has completely changed.Now, she seemed to see Juliet walking around somewhere, talking on the radio. "Can we talk to her?" she asked. She knew it might be a stupid question to ask, but old Walker seemed so startled that he almost jumped up. "Oh, God, God, of course." He put the radio parts on the ground, his hands were shaking, but Shirley knew it was because he was overexcited.The fear in the two people's hearts suddenly disappeared. At this moment, the control room was filled with excitement, and they could hardly feel the existence of the outside world.

Old Walker rummaged through the parts box for a long time, poured out a few tools, and then continued to rummage at the bottom of the box. "Oh, no." He suddenly called out, turning his head to look at the parts all over the floor, "No, no, no, no." "What's wrong?" Shirley quickly stood aside so that he could see the parts all over the floor clearly, "What's missing? Isn't there a microphone here?" She pointed to the microphone on the earphone. "I need a communicator. It's a little circuit board. I think it's on a workbench."

"But, I have swept all the parts on the workbench into this box." Her voice suddenly became high-pitched, appearing nervous.She walked over to the parts box. "That was on the other bench. It wasn't going to be used. Jenkins just wanted to hear the radio." He waved at the radio. "So I did what he told me to do. How could I ever have thought that the communicator would be useful—" "It's really impossible for you to think of it." Shirley reached out to hold Old Walker's arm.She could see that he was starting to lose his mind again.She has seen it too many times.He has always been easily overwhelmed. "Is there any replacement parts under here? Think about it, Walker, think about it carefully."

He shook his head and pinched the earphone with his fingers, "This microphone can't communicate, it can only receive sound, it's just a small diaphragm—" At this time, he suddenly turned his head to look at her: "Wait a minute—there are indeed things that can be used here." "Here? Where?" "The storage room in the mine. There's a communicator there." He held out his hand and gestured for a rotary knob. "It's used to blast the detonator. I just repaired one last month. That one works." Shirley stood up immediately. "I'll get it," she said. "You stay here."

"But the stairwell—" "No problem. I'm going downstairs, not upstairs." He nodded. "Don't move anything yet." She pointed to the radio. "Don't look for other voices yet. Now we only need to listen to her voice. Don't move." "I know." Shirley bent down and rubbed his shoulder: "I'll be right back." Once out of the control room, she found dozens of people looking at her, each with wide-eyed, open-mouthed expressions of horror and confusion.She had a sudden urge to shout, to tell them that Juliet was alive, that there were other bunkers out there, that there were other people out there.She wanted to shout, but she didn't have time.She rushed to the railing to find Connie.

"Hey--" "Is everything okay inside?" Connie asked. "Well, it's okay. By the way, can you keep an eye on Old Walker for me?" Ko Ni nodded: "Where are you going—" Before she could finish her sentence, Shirley had disappeared.She rushed to the stairwell door and squeezed her way through the crowd.Jenkins was standing outside the door, talking to Harper.When Shirley squeezed past them, they suddenly stopped talking. "Hey!" Jenkins suddenly grabbed her arm, "Where are you going?" "Go to the storage room in the mine." She broke away from his hand, "be right back—"

"You can't go. We're going to blow up the whole stairwell in a minute. We're going to get those idiots in a minute." "What did you say?" "I mean the stairwell," Harper said again. "The explosives are set, and they're going to go off. When they come down, they're going to rush in—" He clasped his hands together, and made a gesture of exploding. . "I don't have time to explain—" She looked at Jenkins, "That's for the radio." He frowned: "It's useless now." "We heard a lot of people talking," she told him. "He needs parts. I swear I'll be right back."

Jenkins looked at Haber: "How long will it take to detonate?" "Five more minutes." He seemed to be shaking his head, but the movement was not obvious. "I'll give you four minutes," and he said to Shirley, "but you must—" Before he could finish speaking, she rushed to the landing in the stairwell, her shoes rattling on the iron grid.Next to the oil derrick, several workers were aiming their guns at the stairwell.As she rushed past them, she noticed that they all looked confused and trembling. She rushed down the stairs, turned several turns, and suddenly heard someone shouting from above, telling her to be careful.Shirley turned her head and saw two miners with explosives in their hands, and then immediately turned back and rushed down the stairs. When she reached the next floor, she immediately turned around and rushed towards the mine.The corridor was quiet, only the sound of my own breathing and footsteps could be heard. Juliet is still alive. She was sent out to clean the lens, but she was still alive. She turned and dashed down another hallway, past several workers' dormitories.This is where miners and oil drillers live.Now, they are no longer workers, but fighters. And now, she already knew that Juliet was still alive, and that there were many bunkers outside, so what's the point of fighting?Why are there still wars when there are other places to go outside?Since Juliet has a way to go there, shouldn't they also go? About two minutes had passed by the time she rushed to the storage room.Her heart was beating wildly.She reassured herself that Jenkins would have waited until she got back before blowing up the stairwell.She went through every shelf, every box and drawer.She knew what the communicator looked like, and remembered that there should be several in it.But where? She opened the locker, grabbed the work clothes inside and threw them on the ground, and swept out all the hard hats, but she still couldn't find them.How much time is left? Then she rushed to the foreman's office, opened the door with a "wow", and ran to the desk.Not in a drawer, not on a shelf on the wall.The bottom big iron drawer could not be pulled out.locked. Shirley took a step back, kicked hard on the iron drawer, then kicked again.The edge of the iron drawer was dented by her kick, and the lock came loose.She immediately pulled hard, broke the lock, and pulled the drawer out. It is full of strips of explosives, and there are several relays used to detonate the explosives.Then she saw it.There are three communicators underneath, which are what Old Walker wants. Shirley took out two, and a few more relays, stuffing them all in her pocket.Then she took two more dynamites—because she saw them, and they had to be used together—and sprinted out of the office, past the storage room, and down the stairwell. She has passed too much time.She rushed forward as fast as she could, panting heavily, feeling a chill in her chest. When she came to the hall, she suddenly thought of how absurd this war was.She could barely remember how it all started.Knox was dead, and so was McClane.If these two outstanding leaders were still alive, would they continue to fight?Would they have decided to stop the war early?Will they handle it in a more rational way? She cursed secretly for the chaos.After a while, she finally came to the stairwell.It must have been more than five minutes.She was already mentally prepared to hear a deafening explosion at any moment.She jumped up the stairs in two steps in three steps, rushed to the upstairs platform, and found that the miners were gone.Someone hid on the iron plate and pointed a gun outside, with a nervous expression, and his eyes were aimed at her. "Hurry up!" Someone yelled, waving her hand to tell her to go in quickly. Shirley noticed that Jenkins was also squatting on the ground with his rifle raised, and that Harper was beside him.There was a wire extending into the stairwell, and she nearly tripped over it as she ran toward the two of them. "Detonate!" Jenkins yelled. Someone flipped a switch. At that moment, Shirley immediately felt the ground under her feet shake violently. She couldn't stand still. She threw herself forward and fell heavily to the ground. Her chin hit the grid iron plate, and the explosives in her hand almost flew off. After a while, she struggled to get up on her knees, her ears still buzzing.A group of people huddled around the railing and fired. The stairwell outside had turned into a big black hole, the iron stair treads were twisted and deformed, and the smoke filled the air.She could hear someone screaming in the distance. Shirley patted her pocket and reached into her pocket to feel for the communicator. At this moment, she suddenly felt that those gunshots and shouts seemed to have become far away and meaningless.She burst through the gates of the power plant and into the control room to find Old Walker.Her lips are bleeding.At this moment, there are only a few things on her mind, a few more important things.