vrcanaries Chapter 1253
Chapter 1253
"Come on, let's divide it up." Mu Mu divided the fish slices into three piles, one for each person. "Let's eat our fill first. Only when we're full will we have the energy to think about other things."
Mr. Ding looked at the fish slices in front of him, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something.
Mu Mu spoke first: "Uncle Ding, Xiao Xue, we're a team now. If we're going to survive, we'll survive together. The base is delivering supplies to our doorstep, so we can't give up!"
His voice was deep, carrying a reassuring power.
Xiaoxue looked at him, and her eyes slowly reddened.
She knew all too well that her father had suffered too much over the years and now just wanted to give up...
But she really couldn't bear to part with it...
She only has this one relative left!
She watched as her father shakily picked up a slice of smoked fish and put it into his mouth.
She smiled with satisfaction, picked up a piece of smoked dried fish, and slowly put it in her mouth.
Salty and hard, yet it tasted like the most delicious thing in the world.
The atmosphere in the room gradually eased.
Volcanic ash was still falling outside.
But under the light of the cabin, a faint flame quietly ignited in the hearts of the three people.
That was the hope of survival.
The lingering effects of the disaster, like an invisible net, tightly shrouded this isolated island fortress.
I stayed up for two more days.
Five days and five nights, approximately 120 hours.
The survivors huddled in the sealed room, listening to the outside noise gradually fade away from the roar and the volcanic ash in the air diminish before they dared to tentatively push open the alloy door.
The moment the door was pushed open, a gust of wind, mixed with sulfur, scorched earth, and a salty smell, rushed in.
It was so choking that people couldn't help but cough.
Everyone was wearing airtight, air-conditioned suits, and the dust-proof coating on their lenses was covered in volcanic ash, making it impossible to see anything more than a blurry outline three meters away.
The volcanic ash in the corridor had dried completely; when you stepped on it, it sank up to your ankle, and when you lifted your foot, crumbs fell off in a rustling sound, like you were stepping on a pile of ashes.
"Cough...cough..."
The sound of coughing echoed through the deathly silent corridor.
No one dared to linger.
They went outside to check the situation, then quickly went back inside.
"Finally, I can catch my breath."
Someone leaned against the door, pulled off their mask, and their voice was full of exhaustion from surviving a disaster.
The repair team has been working non-stop for the past two days.
The base's central air conditioning system had long been damaged by the tsunami and tectonic tremors.
It's fair to say that without the support of high-performance new air-conditioned clothing, no ordinary person could withstand it.
Despite the harsh conditions, the repair team persevered and successfully repaired the air conditioning system.
Air conditioning systems can not only cool the air, but also purify it.
This morning, when the first breath of fresh air blew in through the ventilation shaft, an uncontrollable cheer erupted throughout the fortress.
They wear air-conditioned suits day and night, which is really uncomfortable.
There are too many damaged parts of the base now, and many cannot be repaired in time, but the air conditioning system is the most important one!
The most important thing!
The air purifier hummed as it gradually drew away the pungent sulfur smell from the room.
People carefully removed their masks and took a deep breath.
The pungent smell was gone, and only a faint, clean air remained in my nasal cavity.
Some people couldn't help but cry.
These five days and five nights felt like a nightmare from which I couldn't wake up.
Now, I can finally take off that sealed air-conditioned suit.
And the base's statistics have also been released.
The death toll from this disaster is 44, and 107 people have been injured.
Twenty-seven people were seriously injured.
In fact, they had made thorough preparations before this disaster.
In the end, so many people still died or were injured.
This also shows the severity of the disaster, which far exceeded everyone's imagination.
Even more disheartening news was that, apart from a few pieces of wreckage, all the ships and vessels that had been moored on the several secondary islands had vanished.
The survivors, still reeling from the horrors of the disaster, were stunned by the news.
"What about those warships? Such big ships, were they all swept away by the tsunami?"
"Without a boat, what will we do? Will we be stranded on this deserted island and die?"
Panic spread like a plague once again.
For so many years at sea, they relied on these ships to search for supplies, escape natural disasters, and repeatedly escape from the clutches of death.
The boat was their legs, their hope for survival.
Now, my legs are gone.
They were like a flock of birds with clipped wings, trapped on this small island, unable to take another step.
Captain Chen knew more inside information and was also shocked when he learned that the ship was missing.
But then, a new hope quietly began to grow in his heart.
Before he could even confirm his hope, Captain Qin came to find him.
It had only been a few days since I last saw Captain Qin, but he looked like he had aged ten years.
His hair, which was already gray, is now almost completely white, and even his eyebrows are covered with a layer of gray, so white it's glaring.
The wrinkles on his face were so deep they could trap a mosquito, and the weariness in his eyes was almost overflowing.
He was in charge of many affairs at the base, and the lack of sleep and rest for several days had taken a toll on his health.
"Old Qin." Captain Chen hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.
Captain Qin waved his hand and found a chair to sit down.
After he had the others read it out, he looked directly at Captain Chen and asked bluntly, "Did Zhou Shuwan put away those ships?"
Captain Chen was taken aback for a moment, then understood.
Who is Captain Qin?
One of the most valued captains in the pre-apocalyptic China, with a very sharp eye.
They had been on the island for several months, so it wasn't surprising that Captain Qin could guess Zhou Shuwan's special qualities.
He neither denied nor admitted it, but simply shook his head: "I'm not quite sure either, I'll have to ask privately."
As he spoke, he stepped forward, his tone unusually solemn: "Old Qin, we and Dr. Zhou have never discussed this matter face to face. Now that you know, I won't ask how you found out. But there's one thing you have to promise me."
"Make sure you don't reveal this matter to anyone else."
Captain Chen's voice was as deep and heavy as iron.
Captain Qin paused for a moment, then nodded, his white beard twitching: "So, it's true? There really are such gifted people in the world."
Captain Chen gave a wry smile: "Actually, I prefer to call it the last glimmer of hope that God left for us."
"Because of Dr. Zhou, our fleet has avoided far more catastrophic disasters than other bases."
Captain Qin didn't say anything, but simply picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip.
The water was cold, sliding down my throat, but it couldn't suppress the turmoil in my heart.
He thought of Lin Wei.
No wonder she was so eager to test Zhou Shuwan's genes.