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Text Chapter 16 The Nuclear Bomb and Three Old Books

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    "Come on, bg4mxh, let me comfort you!" The girl retracted her long legs, bent up and hugged her knees, "Think about it better, you still have five years, and you can do a lot in five years.  Whatever you want to do, you can do it all within five years!"

    The other party was stunned for a while.

    "Bg4msr, are you comforting me? over."

    Bai Yangxin said that your tone is like a doctor telling a patient that you still have five years to live, so you should fulfill any wish as soon as possible.

    Where is this comfort?

    This is clearly telling you that there is no cure for the disease.

    "Uh then let's put it another way, you still have five years to restore this future." Ban Xia said, "Cheer up, young man! You still have five years to change the future! Let all mankind be saved from the fate of being destroyed  !"

    Strange to say, it is clear that Ban Xia lives in a doomsday world full of dangers.

    Instead, she wants to comfort others.

    Bai Yang lowered his head and leaned on the bookshelf, "But we don't have a clue, bg4msr, we don't know what will happen in the future, where do we start to prevent disasters from coming? Put nuclear bombs in the earth's orbit now? Wait for the black moon to come  Did you blow it up?"

    "Okay, blow it up!" The girl waved her fist, "bg4mxh, there are six or seven billion people on your side, and six or seven billion people have six or seven billion brains.  The method, the teacher said that you had a very strong industrial power in that era, with a huge number of weapons and troops, if you were not caught off guard, if you could take precautions in advance, maybe you could reverse the entire future?"

    "Build nuclear bomb silos on the ground! Build tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of nuclear bomb silos!" Ban Xia continued, "When the black moon comes, all the bombs will be launched! Black moon looked down, my god,  He might have been scared away."

    Bai Yang suddenly laughed out loud.

    "Bg4msr, do you know what a nuclear bomb is? over."

    "I know." The girl replied, "Because I have seen it."

    Bai Yang was taken aback.

    "Have you ever seen a nuclear bomb? An ICBM? over."

    "No, I've seen a nuclear bomb explode." Ban Xia said leisurely, "When I was very young, far away, in the middle of the night, a sun suddenly appeared in the sky."

    Bai Yang's eyes widened.

    "Later, the teacher said that it was a nuclear bomb that exploded over Zhenjiang City." Ban Xia said, "The hot wind blew all the way to Nanjing City. That night, the sky became very bright and bright."

    The girl's tone was calm, but Bai Yang seemed to be able to feel the dry and scorching hot wind blowing from the earphones from more than ten years later. He turned his head and looked out, looking at the brightly lit city outside the window.  Lines of sight overlap¡ª

    That night, the young girl was held in someone's arms, and she stood on the top of the building and looked east. The night was suddenly illuminated by a huge fireball hanging from the sky. It was a sun, a rapidly expanding sun.  Its volume expanded a thousand times, and everything within its borders was annihilated, and everything was turned into fly ash in the high temperature, but the air expanded faster than the volume, and the supersonic shock wave within two minutes after the explosion  It swept across to Nanjing, 80 kilometers away, and standing on the roof of the Qinhuai District, I could still feel the scorching hot wind.

    It is hard to imagine what kind of predicament humans will face in that era, and they will not hesitate to use nuclear weapons to destroy cities.

    Sure enough, it was difficult for his poor brain to draw a panorama of the destruction of the world.

    With all the nuclear weapons installed, digging a basement to build a shelter is useless.

    I can only pray that it doesn't fall on top of my head.

    "We can't do it on our own, bg4msr, you have to help me." Bai Yang said, "Without your help, we can't do it, and it's impossible to reverse the ruined future,"

    "Leave it on me!" Banxia patted her chest excitedly, and smiled, "I'm here to help you. You help me and I help you. This is called helping each other!"

    "The most important thing at the moment is that we lack information, we lack key information too much." Bai Yang said, "bg4msr, we must know what caused the disaster to come, what caused the black moon to come, can you understand? No  Knowing this, it is impossible to prescribe the right medicine, bg4msr, you have to tell me everything you know, over."

    "But I have told you everything I know." Ban Xia said.

    "Black Moon, and the long-legged spiders crawling around at night?"

    "Yes¡ª¡ª" Ban Xia nodded, "That's all I know, I only remember so much, what can I do?"

    "Where is the teacher?" Bai Yang asked, "Did the teacher leave any useful clues? over."

      "Well teacher"

    The girl nodded her chin, thinking carefully.

    Although she has lived together for many years, she doesn't know her teacher, not even her name, because in this world where there are only two people left, names don't matter.  In the eyes of Ban Xia, the teacher is a strong, silent and strict woman. The teacher is very knowledgeable. She taught herself to read and read, and taught herself to recite "Quiet Night Thoughts".  Shooting does everything from setting traps to filtering fresh water to handling prey. The teacher is also very mysterious. She hardly talks about herself. Ban Xia knows very little about her past.

    "Is there a diary or something? over."

    Bai Yang asked.

    "journal¡­¡­"

    Pinellia recalls.

    Does the teacher have the habit of keeping a diary?

    Ban Xia shook her head, she had never seen the teacher write a diary.

    "I don't know, I haven't seen the teacher keep a diary, how about I look for it for you some other day?"

    That's what I said, but Ban Xia reckons there is not much hope.

    There are very few personal items left by the teacher. Banxia kept them well and stored them in the cabinet. After the teacher passed away, she sorted out the relics. There were only three old books in paper products, and no diary was ever found.

    One is "Three Hundred Poems of the Tang Dynasty", which the teacher often uses when learning to read and recite poems with Banxia.

    One is the "English-Chinese Dictionary", which the teacher often uses when he recognizes the twenty-six English letters with Pinellia. Of course, Pinellia didn't remember a few words in the end.

    There is also a tattered tome "Journey to the West" in hardcover.

    Banxia doesn't know if there are any books left in other places. If not, then these three books are the last legacy of human culture.

    She suddenly remembered the two garbage novels she found in the Nanjing Library some time ago.

    That can be regarded as the heritage of human culture, although it belongs to the category of dross.

    It's a pity that it was very cold at the time, so I burned the book to keep warm, or it could be used as an ornament when I brought it back.

    The two chatted until late into the night. Before the end of the communication, Bai Yang did not forget to remind Ban Xia again:

    "Don't forget to find the capsule tomorrow, do you know the location? over."

    The specific location of the time capsule has been sent to the girl by Zhao Bowen's mobile phone. This afternoon, Uncle Zhao came over to deliver the information in person, using the same method, except that the song played this time was not "Life in Bloom", but  "I love you China".

    "I see, in Crescent Lake"

    The girl suddenly stopped talking.

    She chuckled, "The next thing is a secret, I can't tell you."

    Ban Xia is sitting on a chair, with icom725 on the table, a small plastic desk lamp is shining, the light outlines the soft outline of the girl's back, she is humming leisurely, the dark city is outside the window, and the dim light is behind her  In the bedroom, the door suddenly moved in the shadows, and then it was slowly pushed open with a soft "creak" sound.
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