Chapter 80 Chapter 79

When Juliet woke up, she found herself lying on the ground, and someone was shaking her.The man had a full beard.is an orphan.It turned out that she passed out next to the desk.Here is his room. "We climbed up." He smiled happily, showing his yellow teeth.He looked much better and more alive.But she felt as if she was dead. "What time is it?" she asked. "What day is it?" She struggled to sit up, but all the muscles in her body seemed to be limp. Orphan walked to the computer and turned on the screen. "Those kids are picking rooms, and then they're going upstairs to the high-rise hydroponic area." He turned to look at her.Juliet rubbed her temples. "There are other people here now." He spoke in a solemn tone, as if he thought she didn't understand the meaning of this matter, and he wanted to tell her specially.

Juliet nodded.But at this moment, there was only one "other person" on her mind.She thought of Lucas again, and of her friends.At this moment, they are locked in the detention room, and the people in the information area are helping them prepare protective clothing, one for each.They don't care if they clean the lens or not.It's a massacre, make an example, warn the people in the bunker.She thought of the bodies outside the seventeenth bunker.It was not difficult for her to imagine what would happen next. "Today is Friday." The orphan turned his head to look at the computer again, "However, it can also be considered Thursday night. It is two o'clock in the morning." He scratched his beard.

"What day was yesterday?" As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she immediately shook her head, realizing that it was not right to ask. "What day did I dive? What day did I use the air compressor?" She didn't think she was awake. The orphan looked at him with an expression as if he was thinking the same thing. "The day you dived was Thursday. Today is tomorrow." He rubbed his beard. "This doesn't seem right, let's recalculate—" "No time." Moaned Juliet, struggling to stand up.The orphan ran over quickly, put his hands on her armpit, and helped her stand up. "I'm going to the hazmat lab," she said.He nodded.She felt that he was also exhausted, maybe as tired as she was, but he was still desperate for her, willing to do anything for her.She suddenly felt very sad that someone treated her so wholeheartedly.

She led him through the narrow passage and up the iron ladder.With a slight movement, she began to ache all over again.Juliet got out of the hole and went to the server room.The orphan climbed up after her and went ahead to help her up.Then, the two walked to the protective clothing laboratory together. "Help me get all the heat-resistant tape later." She explained to him as he helped her walk.She wobbled along in front of the servers and accidentally bumped into one. "I want the one wrapped around a yellow scroll, but I don't want the red one designed in the information area."

He nodded: "I know, you want a good one. Like the one used on the compressor." "right." They walked out of the server room and continued down the corridor.Juliet heard some children around the corner screaming and frolicking, running around.The voice sounded very sharp and harsh, but it gave people a very normal feeling.The seventeenth bunker has begun to show signs of returning to normal. When she came to the protective clothing laboratory, she asked the orphan to prepare the tape.The orphan went to the front of the workbench and pulled out several long pieces of tape, overlapping and joining together at the edges to form a whole piece of tape.After each piece was connected, he used a welding blowtorch to bake the joints so that the joints were completely glued together.

"At least three centimeters more overlap." She noticed that he seemed reluctant to let the tape overlap too much, so she reminded him immediately.He nodded.Juliet glanced at her bed, longing to lie down.However, time is running out.She took off the smallest protective clothing in the whole laboratory.The helmet ring of that protective suit is a bit small, and it may be too tight, but she still remembers that when she was about to enter the seventeenth bunker, she was almost stuck in the door, so she would rather the protective suit be tighter than be caught again. Stuck a second time.

"I don't have time to refit another call button, so I won't bring a radio this time." Then she began to check all the spare parts of the protective clothing, checking them one by one, removing those intentionally designed inferior parts and replacing them with Parts made in the material area.Later she'll use good tape to wrap the parts to the suit.Although these tapes are not as good as the old Walker prepared for her, they are good enough, at least much better than the ones used by Lucas.She's been working on the parts for the past few weeks, and it's incredible that anyone could manage to make something that looks so solid but so vulnerable.She picked up a piece of padding and pinched it with her fingernail, and it crumbled instantly.So she started looking for another piece.

"How long are you going?" the orphan asked her.He's pulling out a strip of tape, "For a day? Or for a week?" Juliet turned to look at the orphan.She couldn't bear to tell him that maybe she would die outside.She didn't want him to know that there could be such a tragic outcome. "We will find a way to come back to you." She said, "But I have to find a way to save someone." She said very guilty.She wanted to tell him that she might never come back. "Use this to save him?" The orphan rubbed the large piece of adhesive tape. She nodded. "The door to our bunker will never be opened," she told him, "except when it's time to send someone out to clean the lens—"

The orphan nodded: "It's the same here. Everyone went crazy at that time, and opened the door and ran out by themselves." Juliet couldn't understand what he was saying, looked up at him, and saw that he was smiling, so she knew he was joking.Although she was not in the mood to laugh, she laughed anyway.Smiling, she felt much better. "In six or seven hours, the door over there will open," she told him. "I must be there before the door opens." "And then?" The orphan turned off the welding torch, checked the tape on his hand, and looked up at her.

"I want to see what the people from the bunker will say if they find out I'm still alive." She changed the liner, then flipped the suit over and tucked the liner into the cuffs, "I think, my friend It's against those people, and those people are against him. As for the others, the vast majority, they're watching. They're too scared to take sides, which is to say, they're going to stand by." She paused to remove the gasket from the cuff and put on a good one.That's for attaching the glove. "Can you really change anything by doing this? Can you save your friend?"

Juliet looked up at the orphan.The tape in the orphan's hand is almost ready. "Saving my friend is another thing," she said. "I'm sure those who stood by would react if they saw a guy who went out to clean the lens come back. They would rise up against the bad guys. There was With their support, those bad guys will not be able to threaten us, no amount of guns will help." The orphan nodded, and began to fold the tape.Interestingly, Juliet didn't tell him to fold, he did it himself.Obviously, he would use his own brain to figure out what to do.Juliet saw it in her eyes, and her heart was suddenly full of hope.Perhaps, those children are very helpful to him, and he will start to learn how to take care of them.He seemed to have grown up a lot all at once, a real adult. "I'll be back to pick you up," she told him. He nodded and looked at her for a long time, seeming to be in deep thought.Then, he walked to her workbench, put the folded piece of adhesive tape on the table, patted it twice, smiled at her, then turned and walked away, scratching his cheek. Juliet suddenly understood that deep down, he was still a big child, too embarrassed to cry.
It took Juliet nearly four hours to walk up to the third floor in bulky protective clothing.Those children also helped to carry things, but when they reached the third floor, Juliet would not let them go any further, fearing that the air above would be poisonous.The protective clothing was put on by the orphan for her.In the past few days, he helped her put on the protective clothing twice in a row.He looked at her worriedly. "Are you really going out?" She nodded and took the tape from him.They heard Rickerson swearing downstairs, telling the little boy to stop making noise. "Don't worry." She told him: "Do your best to obey the destiny. However, I must try." The orphan frowned, scratched his beard, and nodded. "You used to live with these people all the time," said the orphan. "You should be happier when you get home." Juliet raised a hand and patted his arm: "I like being with you too. However, I can't stand by and watch my friends go out to die." "Now that you are leaving, I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable." He suddenly turned his head away and bent down to grab the helmet on the ground. Juliet checked the glove to see if the tape was tight, then looked up at it.Going up the stairs wearing a protective suit would be fatal, and the more she thought about it, the more frightened she became.Moreover, there was a mountain of corpses in the security officer's office, and she still had to find a way to climb over, and then squeezed through the crack of the gate.She took the helmet from the orphan, and the more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. "Thank you for helping me so much," she said.She thought, I am afraid this is the last time to say thank you to him.She knew in her heart that she might die if she went out this time.Bernard had thrown her out to die a few weeks before, and she hadn't.And this time, she might actually die. The orphan nodded, then went around behind her, inspecting the back of the hazmat suit, patted the Velcro, and tugged on her helmet mount. "Okay." His voice was a little choked up. "Orphan, you have to take care of yourself." She reached out and patted his shoulder.She decided to put the helmet on once she was upstairs so she wouldn't waste air. "My name is Jimmy," he said, "and I'll be Jimmy from now on." He smiled at Juliet, shook his head, and there was a kind of sadness in his smile. "Now I'm not alone, I'm no longer an orphan," he told her.