Chapter 147 Gentle Nuclear Bomb
Banxia used a flashlight, carefully unscrewed the screws, and removed the casing of the radio.
A small silver key was stuck to the inner wall of the radio casing, with a yellowed note attached, on which a drunk man had written crookedly: A New Year's gift for you.
This is such a great gift.
She held the key in the palm of her hand and looked at it. It was not much bigger than her thumb, but it was quite heavy. It had a smooth silver metal shell, like a USB flash drive, with a socket at one end, which was sealed with a white translucent plastic cover. She took off the cover and sniffed the key socket close to it.
No taste.
It was hard to imagine that this thing had been in the radio station, in the room, within reach, with her, for so many years.
In the countless days and nights of the past, the girl ate and slept with it. They were clearly old friends who had accompanied each other for many years, but she had just met it.
"Let me introduce myself to you." Banxia pinched it, raised it high, closed one eye and said playfully, "Mr. Key, you have lived here for so many years, so I won't charge you any rent."
Hiding the key in the Icom amateur radio station is the only way to fully meet all requirements. Lao Bai is very aware of this. If there is any microelectronic device that can still work normally after 20 years, it is undoubtedly the key in Bai Yang's bedroom. This means that the environment inside the radio station remains stable for the long 20 years. As long as the radio motherboard is not damaged, the key will not be damaged.
Walter White succeeded, even though he was now in the hospital vomiting and having diarrhea and couldn't remember what he had done.
The last piece of the puzzle of this nuclear strike operation spanning twenty years has finally been completed.
That night, the drunk Bai Zhen and the surprised Ban Xia had no time to think about this question:
If Bai Zhen asked Banxia to turn on the radio before hiding the key, then Banxia would definitely not be able to find the key, and the sound might really be caused by a loose screw.
And after he hid the key, he told her the location, so the jingling sound became the key.
Just a different order of actions may lead to two completely different consequences. If parallel universes exist, then when one Banxia opens a courier, he sees a key, while when another Banxia opens a courier, he sees a screw in the same position.
What does this mean?
This shows that information changed facts during the transmission process. In the black box that Banxia did not observe, the source of the sound might be in a superposition state of keys and parts. The different information transmitted from twenty years ago made the jingling ghost in the radio station make different choices and fall into different facts.
In the process of communicating with the future, information shapes reality.
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The nuke is expected to be unlocked 36 hours before.
The sunlight filtered in through the gaps in the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, creeping quietly onto Banxia's dirty jeans in thin strips. She sat cross-legged in the living room, chewing snacks. She had learned how to make soft candies by mixing honey and pine gum and heating them - the method of making these snacks was taught by the command center. The fathers in the command center found people to form a team of survival experts, who were specifically responsible for teaching girls how to survive in harsh natural environments.
But the people they found were all retired scouts. These people were proficient in surviving in the wild. They mastered skills such as how to use zipper heads and cans to make fish hooks, how to remove the speakers of old mobile phones to make compasses, and how to make fire by rubbing two sticks together... Obviously, Banxia's living environment was not that bad. She lived in a ruined city and had a ready-made lighter to start a fire.
Banxia chewed candy in her mouth, tore open a torn plastic bag and rolled it into a rope.
She was trying hard to transfer supplies, packing up all the food and drinks tightly, tying them to her bicycle, and moving them to the east. According to the guidance of the expert group, she should prepare enough food and fresh water for three days to a week, and stay away from the center of the explosion as much as possible after the nuclear explosion. She should not approach within five kilometers of the center of the explosion within seventy-two hours after the explosion. The straight-line distance from Xinjiekou to Meihua Villa is five kilometers.
That is to say, after the nuclear explosion, she would have to find a place to stay for a week and could only go home after a week.
There are several options for this temporary hiding place, such as Nanjing Agricultural University, Nanjing University of Science and Technology or Jiangsu Academy of Agricultural Sciences. Colleges and universities would be good places to stay. Before the end of the world, the university campus is a small society with relatively rich and complete functions. Banxia can find a classroom or student dormitory to live in. Of course, Southeast University is also recommended. Someone in the expert group was born in Southeast China and has deep feelings for his alma mater regardless of facts. His proposal was ruthlessly rejected by the command center.
"We are still studying the radiation dose remaining in the city after the nuclear explosion." Bai Yang said to the girl, "to ensure that it does not have a significant impact on your health. OVER."
“What will be the impact?”
"Radiation sickness, and cancer, OVER."
"cancer?"
"Yes, long-term exposure to ionizing radiation can cause cancer in body tissues, which is also called malignant tumors. You can think of it as a tumor growing in the body. If it cannot be cured, it is almost a terminal illness. OVER."
"Long term? How long is long term?"
"Two or three years, or three or four years."
"It's still early." Banxia was relieved. "Three years is such a long time. Why should I worry about what will happen in three years?"
She felt that three years was too long, so long that she couldn't even see it if she stood on tiptoe. Who would worry about what would happen so far in the future?
This was not a world where time could be counted in years. She could only think about what she was going to do in three days, and what she was going to do in thirty days. The longest possible was three hundred days, and no further.
The girl panted and carried all the things downstairs, piled them in the stairwell, then clapped her hands and stood there with her hands on her hips to count them. There were salted fish, bacon, wild vegetables and several large kettles, all tied tightly with cable ties and hung on both sides of the back seat of the bicycle. Think about it, does she really need to eat so much in seven days? She is not a pig.
But Bai Yang asked her to bring more, saying that food could also be contaminated by radiation and that contaminated food could not be eaten, as eating it might lead to internal radiation exposure.
Compared to Baiyang who is terrified of nuclear weapons, Banxia is much calmer. When she hears that the impact of a nuclear bomb explosion on her will take at least years to manifest, the girl becomes fearless and even wants to hum a song. There are so many terrible things in this world that can take your life in an instant. Compared with them, nuclear bombs are so gentle.
No wonder they call her Miss Qiu.
Banxia took out the key from her pocket. It was icy cold. For some reason, this thing could never be kept warm even when she had it on her body.
The countdown to the nuclear bomb being unlocked is entering its final 24 hours.
(End of this chapter)
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