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Text Chapter 52 I've seen this thing before

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    "It failed."

    The girl leaned back in the chair, looked up at the ceiling in the dark, 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 possibility of retrieving the slow time travel lost in the universe, over.  "

    "Two months It will definitely rain in two months." The girl said.

    "rain?"

    "Spring will be here in two months, and it will definitely rain heavily." Ban Xia explained, "Then the camera I put on the street will be damaged by water."

    Poplar Fu forehead.

    Actually there is still this crop.

    How can this be done?  I had to reassemble the two cameras at that time, even the nuclear bomb was reassembled, so what are the two small cameras.

    "In addition, the direction of the wind blowing here will change in two months, and it will no longer be the northeast wind." Ban Xia added, "Will this also affect the plan?"

    Bai Yang looked up to the sky and sighed.

    He couldn't handle this matter anymore. Fortunately, he was just a correspondent, not making plans and decisions. Presumably there were too many people making decisions in the headquarters at this moment.

    One operation failed, and the mess left behind was numb. Zhao Bowen scolded people hysterically. After scolding, he continued to work honestly. The headquarters had no choice but to divide the project team into two groups.  , A group of people worked overtime to advance the second launch.

    The recovery of the nuclear bomb failed last night. Tonight, the father and the three of them stayed away for a meeting. They didn¡¯t know where they went for a meeting. They didn¡¯t come back after one o¡¯clock in the morning.  Looking at the materials, one can imagine another brightly lit sleepless night in a meeting room of the Provincial Party Committee or Nantah University. Forsythia is sorting out documents in the living room, lighting up the lights to fight at night, falling asleep after fighting, lying unconscious on the coffee table  , or mother hugged her to the sofa and covered her with a blanket.

    All too tired.

    Everyone is exhausted.

    It's hard to say what is still supporting them to persevere. When a person is so tired that he is dizzy and fights, he probably doesn't think about the future of mankind. What is the future of mankind?  Is it important to have a pillow?  What's more, most people in the headquarters no longer have hope for the success of the plan, but no one dares to say clearly that the tendency of defeatism is absolutely not allowed in the project team, but some things can be seen from the eyes even if they are not said.  After reading it, someone told Zhao Bowen in private 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 if there was anything I could do to help?

    Old Zhao smiled feebly: Make her happy.

    Bai Yang nodded.

    Old Zhao said again: Also, make yourself happy.

    Compared with the frustrated people in the headquarters, Banxia is much more open-minded, probably because she has been living in a ruined world, how bad can the situation be?

    So in the end it was Ban Xia who comforted Bai Yang in turn:

    "Look bg, actually living here is pretty good, you will get used to it, maybe you will like it."

    "Yes, of course I will get used to it, miss, I am a dead person in your world."

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    On the third night after the recovery failed, that is, on the evening of December 29th, the spaceship still had no sign of returning. At this time, even Lianqiao had to admit that the mission had a high probability of failure, and Miss Qiu was lost.  In the vastness of space, as Zhao Bowen said, it will either arrive on time or it will never arrive.

    Bai Yang became more and more frustrated, and he muttered some meaningless nonsense, such as "There are five years left before you die, do you think I should enjoy life", "If you have five years left to live, you will do  What", and "Miss, are you afraid of death", "How to face death bravely", even the old man can't stand it, he doesn't want his son to become a Socratic philosopher  , Dad said that if you really have nothing to say, please confirm the task details with her again.

    So Bai Yang took the tablet and recounted the details of the mission to the girl. These tasks were originally to be done after the spacecraft was successfully recovered, but now that the mission failed, he was still idle.

    They entered the video call state so that Ban Xia could see the pictures.

    "This is Long March 5."

    Bai Yang held up Chang Wu's photo, paused for a few seconds in front of the camera, and then held up a piece of white paper.The above six words are written on the paper.

    "The spaceship is installed here."

    He then used a pen to draw a circle on the head of the fairing of the Changwu rocket, and marked it with arrows and text.

    "This is a spaceship, and the nuclear bomb is installed in the spaceship."

    Bai Yang replaced the photo of the rocket with a spaceship, and the white and clean new-generation manned spaceship stayed in the dust-free workshop, as if giving a presentation on a PPT.

    "This is a nuclear bomb."

    Ms. Qiu is a crimson sphere. In the technical information provided by CNNC, its size is marked as 36.6 cm in diameter and 19 kg in weight, which is slightly larger than a basketball.

    But the internal structure is much more complicated than that of a basketball. The outer composite shell, buffer lining, internal safety locking mechanism, explosive lens, detonator, reflective layer, nuclear charge, and neutron source are layer by layer.  Bai Yang couldn't explain these things, because he didn't understand either.

    "This 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 spaceship and will be taken off with Ms. Qiu. It is a dowry given by her natal family.  For the safety of a nuclear bomb, the project team spent a lot of effort to design a rather complicated locking mechanism - Ms. Qiu has double insurance of password and key. To unlock the nuclear bomb, you must master the password and key at the same time.  Enter the password, and only the girl knows what the password is.

    "Only I know?"

    Five minutes passed, and the video call was changed. The girl appeared in front of the camera, holding a flashlight and a cardboard with a question on it.

    She brought the question over to show Bai Yang, and buried her head to write a new sentence after a few seconds:

    "But no one ever told me the password."

    She wrote several sentences in succession:

    "Quickly answer my question."

    "Substitution! Substitution!"

    "Now it's your turn."

    Signal transceiving switch, Bai Yang wrote on the tablet:

    "I don't know, that's what they say anyway, they say: When you see it, you know what to type."

    "When it changes from red to green, it means the unlocking is successful."

    "When the specific details can be contacted, I am so tired of typing so many words."

    "I'm done talking, switch!"

    The signal transceiver is switched again, and the girl is ready for a bunch of questions:

    "How do I get into the spaceship?"

    "Does the spaceship have a door lock? Is there a key or combination?"

    Bai Yang picked his ears with his little finger, thinking that there was no use in asking these questions, the spaceship couldn't come back, and now he didn't know where it fell.

    However, he still answered with pictures and texts:

    "This is a spaceship."

    Bai Yang drew a big circle on the photo of the new manned spaceship, specially framing the command module, and then typed the 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 return module  , the nuclear bomb is placed inside, it is the part that returns to Earth, when the spacecraft lands, the hatch will automatically pop open, no need to open it manually.¡±

    "The spacecraft in this picture is too clean. It will be burned at high temperature when it enters the atmosphere. Wait, I will find you a similar picture."

    Bai Yang searched on Baidu for a photo of the burnt black reentry module of the Apollo spacecraft, and showed it to the girl.

    "What you see is almost like this."

    I do all the useless work.

    Bai Yang secretly sighed.

    The tasks have all failed, so what's the use of talking about them?  It's like the Bodhi Patriarch teaching his grandson to fish for the moon in the water and look at the flowers in the mirror. In fact, the moon cannot be fished, and neither can the flowers.

    The signal sending and receiving switched again, Ban Xia's bright eyes appeared in the camera, she blinked, and she didn't know what to remember, and after a while, she lifted a piece of paper from the bottom:

    "I've seen this thing before.
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