Chapter 139 I've seen this thing
“It failed.”
The girl leaned back in her chair, looked up at the ceiling in the dark, and puffed out her cheeks.
"What should I do next?"
"Wait two months, wait until the second nuclear bomb is ready, and then launch it again." The person in the headset replied, "This is the only way. There is no way to recover the time delay lost in the universe. OVER."
"Two months...it will definitely rain for two months," said the girl.
"rain?"
"Spring is coming in two months, and it will definitely rain heavily," Banxia explained, "and the cameras I put on the street will be damaged by water."
Bai Yang held his forehead with his hand.
There is actually this.
What can we do? We have to reassemble the two cameras. Even a nuclear bomb has to be reassembled, so what are two small cameras?
"Also, the direction of the wind here will change in two months. It won't be northeasterly by then." Banxia added, "Will this also affect the plan?"
Bai Yang looked up to the sky and sighed.
He couldn't cover up this matter, but fortunately he was just a communicator, not the one who made plans and decisions. I believe that the decision-makers in the command center must be overwhelmed at this moment.
An operation failed, and the mess left behind was too much to clean up. Zhao Bowen cursed hysterically, but he still worked honestly after that. The command center had no choice but to divide the project team into two groups, one to clean up the mess, and the other to work overtime to promote the second launch.
The nuclear bomb recovery failed last night, so my dad and his two friends did not return home tonight. I don't know where they went to attend a meeting, and they didn't come back until after 1 a.m. Only Wang Ning sent Xiao Zhu to pick up some materials at around midnight. It can be imagined that it was another brightly lit sleepless night in a conference room of the Provincial Party Committee or Nanjing University. Lian Qiao was sorting documents in the living room, working late into the night, and fell asleep while working, unconscious on the coffee table. It was her mom who carried her to the sofa and covered her with a blanket.
We are all too tired.
Everyone was exhausted.
It is hard to say what is still supporting them to persevere. When a person is so tired that he is dizzy and his eyelids are fighting, he will not think about the future of mankind. What is the future of mankind? Is it important to have a pillow? Moreover, most people in the command have given up hope for the success of the plan, but no one dares to say it openly. The tendency of defeatism is absolutely not allowed in the project team. But some words can be read from their eyes even if they are not said. Someone privately told Zhao Bowen that the superiors were discussing whether to gradually shift the focus to military preparations, implying that they were no longer optimistic about the actions of the Nanjing Command.
Bai Yang asked Uncle Zhao, "How can I help?"
Old Zhao smiled weakly: Make her happy.
Bai Yang nodded.
Lao Zhao added: Also, make yourself happier.
Compared to the pessimists in the headquarters, Banxia is much more open-minded. Perhaps it is because she has been living in a destroyed world, so how bad can the situation get?
So in the end, it was Banxia who comforted Baiyang:
"BG, look, it's actually pretty good to live here. You'll get used to it, and maybe even like it."
"Yes, of course I will get used to it, Miss. In your world, I am a dead person."
"……oh."
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On the third night after the failed recovery attempt, that is, on the night of December 29, the spacecraft still showed no signs of returning. At this point, even Lian Qiao had to admit that the mission was most likely a failure, and Miss Qiu was lost in the vast space. As Zhao Bowen said, it will either arrive on time or never arrive.
Bai Yang became more and more dejected. He kept muttering some meaningless nonsense, such as "I'll be dead in five years. Do you think I should enjoy life?", "What would you do if you only had five years left to live?", and "Miss, are you afraid of death?", "How to face death bravely". Even his father couldn't stand it anymore. He didn't want his son to become a Socratic philosopher. His father said if you really have nothing to say, just confirm the mission details with her again.
So Bai Yang took the tablet and repeated the mission details to the girl. These tasks were supposed to be done after the spacecraft was successfully recovered, but now the mission has failed and it's just sitting there doing nothing.
They entered a video call so that Banxia could see the pictures.
“This is the Long March 5.”
Bai Yang held up a photo of the Chang'e-5, paused in front of the camera for a few seconds, and then held up a piece of white paper with the above six words written on it.
"The spacecraft is installed here."
He then used a pen to draw a circle on the head of the fairing of the Long March 5 rocket and marked it with arrows and text.
"This is a spaceship, and the nuclear bomb is inside the spaceship."
Bai Yang replaced the photo of the rocket with a spaceship. The clean, white new generation manned spaceship stayed in the dust-free workshop, just like giving a PPT report.
“It’s a nuclear bomb.”
Miss Qiu is a crimson sphere. In the technical data provided by China National Nuclear Corporation, its size is marked as 36.6 centimeters in diameter and 19 kilograms in weight, slightly larger than a basketball.
But the internal structure is much more complicated than a basketball. It has an outer composite shell, a cushioning lining, an internal safety locking mechanism, explosive lenses, detonators, reflective layers, nuclear charges, and neutron sources, layer upon layer. Bai Yang couldn't explain these things because he didn't understand them.
“Here is the key.”
The key looks like a small USB flash drive, but it is actually an electronic key. The key will be placed inside the spacecraft and will be launched into space with Miss Qiu, as a dowry from her parents' home. In order to ensure the safety of the nuclear bomb, the project team spent a lot of effort designing a very complicated locking mechanism. Miss Qiu has double insurance of password and key. If she wants to unlock the nuclear bomb, she must master the password and key at the same time, insert the key first and then enter the password. Only the girl knows the password.
"I'm the only one who knows this?"
Five minutes later, the person on the video call changed. The girl appeared in front of the camera, holding a flashlight and a cardboard with a question on it.
She brought the question to Bai Yang, then after a few seconds she lowered her head to write a new sentence:
"But no one told me the password."
She wrote several sentences in a row:
"Answer my question now."
"Change! Change!"
"Now it's your turn."
The signal was switched, and Bai Yang wrote on the tablet:
"I don't know, but that's what they say, they say: When you see it, you know what to type."
"When it turns from red to green, it means the unlocking is successful."
"We can tell you the details when we communicate. I'm so tired of typing so many words."
"I'm done, switch!"
The signal transmission and reception switched again, and the girl had prepared a bunch of questions:
"How do I get into the ship?"
"Does the ship have a door lock? Is there a key or combination?"
Bai Yang scratched his ear with his little finger, thinking that there was no point in asking these questions, the spaceship couldn't come back, and now he didn't know where he was.
However, he still answered with pictures and text:
“This is a spaceship.”
Bai Yang drew a big circle on the photo of the new manned spacecraft, especially framing the command module, and then typed the following text under the picture:
"The spacecraft you see now is complete, including the command module and the service module, but it will not look like this when it returns. Only a part of it will re-enter the atmosphere - note that the module I circled is the re-entry module, and the nuclear bomb is placed inside it. It is the part that returns to Earth. When the spacecraft lands, the hatch will automatically pop open and does not need to be opened manually."
"The spacecraft in this picture is too clean. It will be burned by high temperatures when entering the atmosphere. Wait a minute, I'll find you a similar picture."
Bai Yang searched Baidu for a photo of a burnt Apollo spacecraft return capsule and showed it to the girl.
“That’s pretty much what you see.”
I was doing nothing.
Bai Yang sighed secretly.
The mission has failed, what's the point of talking about this? It's like Bodhi Patriarch teaching Monkey King to fish for the moon in the water and look at the flowers in the mirror. In fact, the moon cannot be fished and the flowers cannot be picked.
The signal was switched again, and Banxia's bright eyes appeared in the camera. She blinked, and it was unclear what she was recalling. After a moment, she raised a piece of paper from underneath:
“I’ve seen this thing.”
(End of this chapter)
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