Chapter 72: The Fragments of the Goddess’ Heavenly Garment

Banxia carried the heavy amateur radio repeater onto the table breathlessly. Just as BG4MXH said, this thing was big and heavy. She found it in the warehouse of the Jiangsu Amateur Radio Management Bureau. It was on the 20th floor and there was no elevator. She could only go up and down one floor at a time on foot. After running back and forth twice, her legs felt like they were filled with lead. Banxia searched and stopped, and when she was tired, she leaned against the pillar at the entrance of China Merchants Bank to rest.

As Wang Ning and Bai Zhen said, in the doomsday era, repeaters were something no one wanted. Ordinary people didn't know about them, and those who knew about them didn't need them. When Banxia found them by following the map, they were scattered randomly on the floor and on top of the cabinets, covered with dust and thick spider webs. It was a happy home for spiders and cockroaches.

Cockroach thieves like to build their nests in this kind of small box. Banxia turned the repeater upside down and shook it, and the American cockroaches rushed out.

They fled in such a panic that they had no choice but to go somewhere else. Banxia stomped on them with the soles of her shoes, causing them to burst.

The girl walked through the dim corridor with a flashlight. It was obvious that people here evacuated in a hurry. One day, a disaster struck and people who were working fled in panic. They put down their work and never picked it up again. Time froze at that moment, so their desks, filing cabinets and printers remained the same. Banxia stepped on the dust on the floor. Under the dust were scattered papers. She casually opened the drawer of the cabinet and threw everything she liked into her pocket.

Looting wherever she goes is the norm in Banxia's life. Humankind has left her a huge legacy, so huge that she will never be able to use it up in her lifetime.

The ecosystem of the tropical rainforest is layered, from the ground to the treetops, with different organisms living at different heights, and organisms at different heights forming parallel circles. The ecosystem of the city is also layered, from the underground sewers to the rooftops of high-rise buildings, each with different biological communities and distribution densities. Banxia climbed up the stairs one step at a time, and the higher she went, the fewer traces of large animal activities she saw.

The feces of some ruminant animals can still be seen on the floors of the first and second floors, but above the fifth floor, there are only traces of wild cat activities.

All you can see on the 25th floor are rats, cockroaches and bird droppings.

Banxia found a total of three repeater stations in the warehouse and office. Fortunately, the Jiangsu Provincial Amateur Radio Administration is on a high floor and is usually not flooded. The repeater stations have not been soaked in water. If they had been soaked in water, they would have rotted away long ago.

For any electronic product, moisture-proofing is extremely important. Water is the natural enemy of all precision instruments. Soaking in water for a short time can cause the motherboard to leak and short-circuit, while soaking in water for a long time can make the integrated circuits made at the nano-level process rust into a piece of board. Damn you, board of boards.

When Wang Ning and Bai Zhen discussed this matter, they directly pointed out the two biggest difficulties:

The first is moisture-proof.

The second is the battery.

Lao Wang and Lao Bai know very well that there will be no shortage of electronic components in Nanjing in the doomsday era. As the saying goes, there is Zhongguancun in the north and Zhujiang Road in the south. The dens of unscrupulous businessmen in the two capitals of Beijing and Nanjing are comparable to the Qiao Feng in the north and Murong in the south in Jin Yong's novels. To say which one is the worst, there is only worse. Zhujiang Road in the doomsday era must be a street of electronic garbage. Everything is not difficult to find, but finding usable parts is not an easy task.

After the doomsday disaster, Nanjing has become a coastal city. The sea breeze can blow directly to Qinhuai District. The climate has changed dramatically. The humid and rainy weather is a huge obstacle to the long-term preservation of electronic products.

Bai Zhen was born as a naval technical officer and served in the army for many years. He knew very well that once the climate became humid, mushrooms could grow on everything. In order to resist the mushrooms that could penetrate everywhere, humans used all the tricks they could, including the essence of advanced wisdom that had evolved over millions of years, the brilliant crown of human civilization, and the pearl nurtured by the chemical industrial system, and finally mastered effective means.

Put on a plastic bag.

Plastic bags are artifacts.

If there is the greatest and worst invention in human history, the first is the nuclear bomb and the second is the plastic bag. The plastic bags that we use and throw away casually on weekdays are one of the most useful tools in the doomsday era. There is no material that is lighter, more flexible, stronger, more light-transparent and more waterproof than it. The clothes that the Cowherd stole while the Weaver Girl was taking a bath in mythology are just like this. So in the end, the gods are just flying around with plastic bags on their backs - if this thing were put in some ancient RPG game, it would at least be a legendary material and should be named "The Fragment of the Goddess' Heavenly Clothes".

Bai Zhen pointed out that most unopened electronic products will have plastic packaging bags, so he asked Banxia to pay attention to it, as the survival rate will be higher if they are stored in sealed packaging bags.

Banxia placed the three repeaters on a small trailer, tied them up with ropes, and then went home.

The first thing she did after returning home was to take off her clothes. She moved the repeaters one by one to the eighth floor and placed them outside the door. Then she went in and took off her clothes. She took off all her clothes and threw them on the floor, then screamed "Ahhhh" and rushed into the bathroom with her hair loose.

It's too dirty.

It's so dirty.

Those who knew her said she went to find a relay station, while those who didn't thought she had just returned from the coal mine.

What is the most common thing in a building that has not been occupied for twenty years?

Most gray.

Banxia went there wearing a blue short-sleeved top and beige trousers, and when she came back everything was black, twenty years of old dust, as thick and deposited as ink. She was a flower girl when she went in, and Cinderella when she came out. She was Cinderella when she went in again, and was a black girl when she came out again.

The girl took a shower in the bathroom, put on an apron without putting on any clothes, and started cleaning the repeater she brought back.

The repeater station is dirtier than she is.

Banxia filled a basin with clean water, soaked a rag in the water, held a plum blossom screwdriver in her mouth, brought in a repeater, placed it on the floor, and began to clean it.

She wrung out the rag and wiped the outer casing first, then bit the screwdriver with pliers, unscrewed the rusty screws with force, opened the outer casing, and poured out all kinds of strange things from it... dead spiders, mouse droppings, dried insect corpses, cockroach egg shells. Banxia shook her head, and after cleaning the repeater station, she roughly checked whether the cables were intact, then plugged in the power to see if it could still work normally.

It took her four hours to clean the three relay stations, from five in the afternoon to nine in the evening. During this time, Banxia went to eat something, and took a shower after completing the work.

Only one of the three repeater stations responded after being powered on. The cable of one was simply broken. At first glance, everything looked normal, but in fact the rubber covering of the cable was so brittle that it broke easily. There was another one whose problem was unknown. There was no external damage, but the light did not come on after power was turned on.

The girl picked up the repeater that was still lighting up and placed it on the table.

"The model is - MOTOROLA..."

"Got it, Motorola, what else? OVER."

"AND... CAUTION, TO REDUCE RISK OF FIRE OR ELECTRIC SHOCK REPLACE WITH SAME TYPE AND RATING OF FUSE."

Banxia didn't understand what this meant, so she reported the letters on the repeater case one by one like a monk chanting sutras.

"Uh... this girl, this is not a model number, this is to remind you to be careful of fire and electric shock, OVER."

"ah?"

The girl was stunned.

"The model number must have a number, Miss, OVER."

"Okay, let me take another look..." Banxia continued to examine it, "GR3188/GR3688."

"Got it." Bai Yang nodded, took off his headphones, turned around and shouted at the door: "The model is GR3188/GR3688!"

(End of this chapter)