After Becoming a Little |

"..."

"If not, why do you want to get married?" Mr. Jin asked back, and then sighed: "Emotions can't be forced, but marriage can't be forced, love is temporary, marriage is a lifetime, less One year, one day, one hour is not considered a lifetime... Close your eyes and rest, don't think about it."

"I...I see." Uncle Liang sniffed and looked at his watch: "It's time for me to take over as the liaison officer soon, brother-in-law, you rest, I will take over your shift as well."

"No, the most important thing now is to work together." Mr. Jin frowned suddenly, opened his eyes and looked up.

The violent earthquake did not show signs of subsiding, but it became more violent, but Mr. Jin could hear a bit of irritability and fear from this strange vibration—it seemed that the earthquake was some kind of living creature that was moving Same, from the original mania to the current trembling.

Trembling... Mr. Jin himself didn't know why he thought of such an adjective.

But it always felt like seeing an arrogant rabid dog turned into a poor stray dog ​​with its tail between its legs. The previous barking turned into a low whimper, and its body shivered and trembled.

After taking out the glasses and putting them on again, Mr. Jin turned on the flashlight and carefully observed the rock wall above his head.

His actions did not attract everyone's attention. Several experts just took a look and stopped paying attention-they also tried to observe all places carefully before, trying to find possible dangers, or from the blockage of the two roadways. Searching for elusive hope.

The good news is that the rock wall is still strong, and theoretically it will not collapse for a while.

The bad news is that the blockage is also very strong, theoretically they will not be able to get out for a while-let alone a while, several experts estimated sadly, no matter how fast the rescue speed is, they must at least be here Trapped underground for 3 days.

This has to be a guess that the transportation roadway is slightly damaged. If the transportation roadway is seriously damaged, it is not impossible to add a 3 before 1 days.

What's more troublesome is that there is no way to get in touch. If you can't confirm the situation of the trapped person, you can't do directional rescue even if you want to. You can only dig down a little bit aimlessly, exploring while digging.

This is a situation where life is worse than death...

Although Mr. Jin's calmness infected everyone and suppressed all the irritability and uneasiness, there were difficulties and no one could solve them. Waiting for a short period of time was as difficult as life for everyone.

Some experts who are used to sitting in the office even fell asleep for a few minutes because of exhaustion and fright, and then woke up screaming again, and everyone could hear the beating of the heart clearly.

Mr. Jin arranged for everyone to do all the preparations as much as possible during this period of physical strength, which meant to distract everyone. The most difficult thing was not waiting, but the initial confusion and panic.

Everyone works as a liaison officer in shifts. Even if the communication environment cannot be restored, every time a liaison officer is replaced, it can give people the illusion of new expectations—human beings in this predicament are just like people who are always in trouble. There is no difference between monkeys, and Mr. Jin, who is well versed in human nature, can only do so much.

Uncle Liang pressed the walkie-talkie, trying to hear the sound of resuming communication, but all he could hear was the strong rustling sound, which dimmed the expressions of everyone who had originally raised expectations. He lost hope after trying so hard, changed to a more labor-saving posture, his eyes straightened, and his movements became mechanical.

Mr. Jin supported the rock wall, and slowly moved the light of the flashlight along the largest crack. As the earthquake intensified, the crack in the rock gradually became wider and deeper, until the very end of the crack was already two fingers wide. , the end of which snaked its way into the depths of the rock, not fully illuminated by a torch.

Looking back at Uncle Liang, Mr. Jin gritted his teeth—if he couldn't restore contact with other people who were also trapped even underground by 12 o'clock tonight, he would have to try to get someone to dig a ventilation tunnel.

A fully-mechanized mining team, with 20 hours of non-stop work with machinery, can only clear out this kind of roadway that shows signs of blockage by ten meters.

He now only has two guide miners, and a few experts who don't have any advantages in manual work.

If I have to say it, there is probably only hope for the equipment left over from the original trial mining on the working face.

Although the power supply line is cut off, the tool itself should be usable...

It's just that this solution is the most helpless solution - without food and drinking water, and without a stable rest environment, it is easy to fall into a vicious cycle of exhaustion and hopelessness that leads to mental imbalance.

At that time, even Mr. Jin himself will not be able to suppress everyone.

At the end of his life, he has no doubt that human beings can do anything to survive—in the early years, in the incident records of those small coal mines and black mines, he has seen too much of the most malicious human nature, even in the gray area. Mrs. Jin probably never imagined what tragedy would happen in the deep underground.

Mr. Jin shook his head, shook off those chaotic thoughts, looked up and continued to observe the rock wall.

He always felt that there was something on it—although if there was something, it might be scary to death, but on the other hand, this may not be the most desperate situation.

If there is something, it means that the other party has room to move, or even another way out...

Mr. Jin knew that his feelings were absurd. This place is tens of meters deep underground, and pangolins can’t get down here, so he didn’t talk about these things with anyone. Even with Uncle Liang, he held back. He didn't speak.

After looking at the rock walls and cracks, Mr. Jin couldn't help sighing—maybe he was just thinking wildly.

Trapped underground, people are stunned...

He thought so self-deprecatingly, and finally turned sideways and tiptoed, and took a last look at the twisted and twisted rock wall crack.

The distorted direction of the crack, only his awkward posture can see the last section—but I don’t know if it’s because he’s dazzled, and he can only see a gray-brown rock wall when he shines it with the flashlight. At that moment, he could vaguely see a dim red light.

"..."

Mr. Jin looked at the flashlight, thought for a moment, turned it off, and leaned over to stick it against the rock wall to get a better view.

As his eyes focused on the oblique opening of the crack in the rock wall again, a silky red light bloomed from the end of the originally deep crack.

Mr. Jin's eyes widened, he subconsciously got closer, and his whole body lay on top of it. The silky red light was like a crescent moon, and then slowly became full, showing a dark shadow that filled the entire crack. Red halo comes.

Then, if there was any substance, the dark red halo began to roll, wriggling like a hot soup pot, trying to squeeze something over.

At this moment, the walkie-talkie in Uncle Liang's hand suddenly connected, and a cold voice came from it, which seemed to be repeating the call constantly.

It was the voice of little nun Liguang, with a mechanical sense of repeated machine inquiries——

"This is the rescue force. If the trapped people hear the communication, please answer. Repeat, this is the rescue force. If the trapped person hears the communication, please answer."

However, it was also at this moment that Mr. Jin's wide-opened eyes reflected the distorted scene - a black gap slowly opened in the center of the dark red halo, making people dizzy for a while. The gloomy colors of the world well up in it and fill it.

Almost in an instant, the slender gap that could not be seen from top to bottom was completely frozen, and with the entire red halo, it slowly turned and looked at Mr. Jin.

Mr. Jin's pupils contracted like needles, and even in the depths of the dark gap, he saw the small half of his face pressed against the rock wall, and the unconcealable horror in his eyes.

That wasn't some kind of light, it was a beast that was separated from the rock wall and filled with endless malice——

Vertical pupil...

PS: The new hunting props have arrived and will start tomorrow.

PS2: continue tomorrow

第809节 0792-瞪（为『丢人的1551』打赏9/18

Underground

Subterranean Pippa Tank, on the move!

Although in Wulutolaman Tiga, this thing is a flag generator, the safety rate of appearance is basically zero, and accidents happen every time.

But on the other hand, the underground Pippa tank is similar to the Dolphin. Every time after an accident, it can attract the rescue of the protagonist, and finally save the day without any danger. It's better to say that luck is too good.

After all, the underground Pippa tanks have to encounter big monsters. This is like a rookie who has broken into the boss dungeon, and can summon his own full-level bosses to come to rescue and help to clear the map every time. It is true Xuefeng Second, the whole life comes first.

The underground Pippa Tank will also protect everyone today!

Little Aunt Li Guang sat in the not-so-spacious seat of this small orange-red tank, her gaze swept over the gossip mirror hanging on the center console.

There are several maps superimposed on it, the full map of the mining area plus the satellite map plus Mr. Jin's previous positioning of the vanishing point, and then the three-dimensional map is built, and a huge mountain section is outlined after the three-dimensional sand table is virtualized.

Starting from the ground and ending at the point where Mr. Jin disappeared last, she is now about one-third of the mountain profile.

A calculated route map was presented on the map, which coincided with her current route, not random navigation.

Little Aunt Liguang looked away from the gossip mirror, swept across the dark rock and soil illuminated by the searchlight in front of her, her delicate brows slightly frowned.

Not quite right...

If the exploration map of the mining area is correct, then the bottom layer should be soft soil.

Why does it feel like digging now, like encountering a composite rock formation?

Sweeping her eyes over the dark brown rock formation in front of her, the little nun Liguang pondered for a few seconds, then switched the drill bit. The strongest drill bit drove the sharp-pointed divine grace gold sword embryo, breaking through the obstacles in front of her like cutting tofu. .

Sparks visible to the naked eye exploded, and Li Guang's small stewed chicken noodle tilted its head—this is not a composite rock formation, but refined iron.

Where did the refined iron come from?Lode?

Thinking about it this way, she was somewhat relieved.

Anyone who has done prospecting work knows that even in mining areas, it is impossible to explore every meter, and it is often at intervals of more than ten meters. s things.

For example, all kinds of barren coal mines and iron mines with a range of only a few meters or tens of meters, it is not necessary to dig or not, it is very tasteless.

Compared with the confirmation of large-scale rock formations, it is not easy to make mistakes-Liguang Xiaozhi Chicken Noodles only felt that they were unlucky, and they happened to encounter such a small fractured mineral vein in the soft soil layer.

I knew it was time to change direction...

Looking at the speed of the excavation, Liguang Small Stewed Chicken Noodles still gave up the idea of ​​changing the direction, but switched some wireless signals that repeated calls, hoping to get a reply from the trapped underground.

The excavation of the underground Pippa tank did not reserve a passage behind it, and in the burst of fire, the excavated broken soil and ore were directly squeezed to the back.

Even if she returns in the future, she can only loosen the soil from the passage behind her, and then slowly dig out the original path.

As for taking people, this rescue tank has two seats, and after sliding sideways, it can directly pull in people in need of rescue from the ruins and take them out again-although this method of digging only saves one person , seems very cost-effective.

But what is the cost-effectiveness of saving lives?At the beginning of the design, it was used to rescue important targets. Little Aunt Liguang didn't plan to save others first. The primary target was Mr. Jin. After all, she only had the other party's data, so she went straight to him.

And if you dig through it once, you can have a second time, which is better than just watching and doing nothing...

The vibration transmitted by the drill bit to the car body suddenly lightened, as if the iron ore had been drilled through, which made Li Guang's little stewed chicken's eyes relax a little.

It was at this time that there was an echo in the radio communication——

"Is anyone there? Is anyone there?!"

Li Guang's small stewed chicken noodle looked sideways, and then the whole underground Pippa tank suddenly faltered, the original soft feeling of the drill bit piercing through the obstacle suddenly changed, and the whole excavation became difficult again.

It's like drilling through not a rock formation, but a sandwich biscuit.

The softness before just got into the sandwich, which is considered to have encountered the back layer, and it needs to be tackled again.

Before Li Guang’s small stewed chicken noodles had time to reply, he had to adjust the power of the drill bit of the underground Pippa tank first, so as not to accidentally burn it-the drill bit can withstand it, but the motor may not be able to withstand it , she has no spare parts to replace.

So what the hell is this weird rock formation setting...

Thinking this way, the little nun Liguang looked up at the broken rock formation. It seemed that what stopped the underground Pippa tank from advancing seemed to be a very small vein, only more than one meter wide, which was suddenly broken by a drill. up.

The broken veins were squeezed to both sides, and the strange growth rings on the section of the veins could even be seen from the side.

... annual rings?

He raised his eyebrows. The Liguang Small Stewed Chicken Noodles, who had been busy preparing the machine before, didn’t know what it was. After returning to normal, she picked up the gossip mirror: "This is the rescue team, who are you? Are you with Mr. Jin Wansan?"

The end of the broken vein began to tremble slightly, and even the entire rock formation was trembling, but the underground Pipa tank sitting on Liguang's stewed chicken noodle was shaking more than anything else, so naturally it couldn't detect this abnormality.

If she turned her head to look at the other side, she could see that half of the vein left behind by her was shrinking back along the cracks in the rock formation...

Fearful, furious but extremely fearful!

She has that guy's breath on her body...

The retreating half of the metal feet did not disturb Li Guang's small stewed chicken noodles, which made a hole at Anxin, and the latter didn't know what the 28 shields on his body meant. The good news made her breathe a long sigh of relief.