Time waits for no one, so Shang Jianyao volunteered to move the radio transceiver out of the trunk of the jeep.
Jiang Baimian took this opportunity to quickly draw up the manuscript.
While converting the text into codes, she patted and initiated telegrams.
In the voice of Da Da Da, Long Yuehong couldn't help but muttered:
"Will it be impossible to send out at all..."
They are now trapped in the "Zhuang Sheng" dream, and maybe the telegram is just an illusion.
Hearing Long Yuehong's concern, the honest Shang Jianyao sneered:
"Why didn't you say that attempts to dial the mysterious number might not work because they were bogus
"Why don't you say that detonating a nuclear warhead only exists in our dreams and will not reflect in reality?"
Long Yuehong, who was already irritable and restless, did not flinch and replied:
"I just haven't had time to say it yet."
At this moment, anything they do, shrouded in dreams, may not be real.
"But no matter what, you have to work hard and save yourself. You can't just stay where you are and wait for death when you think it's useless." Bai Chen interrupted the conversation between the two and expressed his opinion.
Long Yuehong immediately agreed:
"Yeah, I'm just asking questions, not against doing it.
"There is only one chance of life if you do it, and you will be lost if you don't do it."
"The main reason is that there is no other way." This was Genova's conclusion after careful analysis.
If the "Old Tune Group" can escape from the dream by evacuating Taicheng as before, things will be much simpler.
During their exchange, Jiang Baimian finished the telegram, straightened his body, and waited for an answer.
She looked around and said:
"I said in the telegram to wait a minute."
"One minute? It's too late for the telegraph operator to ask for instructions..." Long Yuehong didn't quite understand.
Not to mention drafting the manuscript, translating it into code, etc., it takes a lot of time.
Jiang Baimian simply explained:
"My request is that if the company receives the telegram, it immediately gives a simple reply to let us know it's working so we can wait patiently for subsequent calls back."
As for whether it would take too much time to translate the code for "Pangu Creatures", causing the telegraph operator to time out before reading the content, Jiang Baimian was not worried at all, because it was connected to the corresponding computer and the processing was extremely fast.
At this time, Shang Jian Yao rubbed his chin and said with a smile:
"Will the dream give us a false reply and let us waste our time waiting?"
Shouldn't be so smart... Who can be so sinister and vicious in a dream? Long Yuehong flashed such an idea subconsciously.
He didn't say such words, because he didn't know whether Zhi Sui could or not, after all, it was fundamentally different from ordinary people.
Jiang Baimian nodded lightly and said:
"I'm talking about waiting with a limit.
"If the situation is really urgent, countermeasures must be taken immediately, and it will definitely not wait any longer!
"Dogs know how to jump over walls when they're in a hurry, not to mention us humans?"
She doesn't make a distinction between carbon-based and intelligent people.
Bai Chen, Genava and others nodded one after another, noticing the changes in each other:
The carbon-based people are changing little by little to the student dress, and the intelligent people are disappearing from the bottom to the top.
When this relatively slow change is completed, they will be completely lost in the dream of "Zhuang Sheng".
The student in the blue and white school uniform and the old and strong teacher who passed by turned a blind eye to their changes, as if there was no such thing at all.
A minute passed quickly, and the radio transceiver of the "Old Tuning Group" was silent.
Turning his wrist and looking at his watch, Jiang Baimian was silent and did not speak, as if hesitant.
According to the previously negotiated plan and predetermined process, it was time for Genava to call the mysterious number provided by Avia.
It was left by Ole, the chief scientist of the Third Research Institute and the former emperor of the "First City".
He told his descendants not to call unless absolutely necessary, seeing it as a very dangerous thing.
Once Genova dialed that number, the changes that followed were completely out of the "old tune group"'s control, and life or death depended on luck.
If the current situation is at a critical point and a decision must be made in a flash, then Jiang Baimian will definitely give the order without hesitation. She is not the kind of rookie who is just starting out.
But now, judging from the "assimilation" speed of the dream, the "old tune group" still has about three or four minutes left, and there is still room for change.
At this time, it is impossible to stop at the beginning, full of danger, and there is no way to know whether it is good or bad. Everyone will be under pressure, and everyone will have a certain sway.
Jiang Baimian knew that he was afraid of death. There are so many beautiful places in life. When there is a choice, who is willing to die
She is like this, and the same is true for others. Long Yuehong's breathing has become heavy. At one time, she hoped that the team leader would quickly give an order. Once it was over, she was waiting for the end. At the same time, she thought that she could save it again and wait for a first-class company. It was unnecessary. In such a hurry to enter a process full of perishing tendencies.
Only then did he feel that his future was bright and his days were full of expectations. He really didn't want to get lost in Taicheng like this and die in a dream.
In the frozen atmosphere, someone suddenly said aloud:
"People are inherently dead. Death is heavier than Mount Tai and lighter than a feather."
Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong, Bai Chen, and Genawa turned their heads together and saw Shang Jianyao reciting ancient texts there with a solemn face.
He paused for a moment, and said with the same expression:
"We came to Taicheng today to investigate the cause of the destruction of the old world and the source of 'innocence', and for the future of all mankind. Even if we die here, we will die in a proper place, which is more important than Mount Tai!
"The spirit of the 'Salvation Army' never dies!"
After speaking, Shang Jianyao stretched out his right hand and pressed it on his left chest:
"For all mankind!"
Death is heavier than Mount Tai and lighter than a feather... Jiang Baimian frowned slightly and repeated this sentence in his heart.
Having experienced so many dangers and still actively investigating the cause of the destruction of the old world, she is really timid and extremely afraid of death, it must be impossible.
She walked to Taicheng step by step, which shows that she has overcome the fear of death in her heart again and again, or that some things are more important than life.
She is not a new recruit with no experience in the world. She has experienced the feeling of near-death and knows the taste of desperation. The reason why she chose to continue to investigate the destruction of the old world is to know how dangerous it is, rather than blindly confident in her strength.
If she was extremely scared, given her background, she could have chosen to leave her current position, but she didn't.
What she was afraid of was meaningless death, and what she was afraid of was that nothing had been investigated.
At this moment, Jiang Baimian's mind suddenly echoed the song that he had been listening to in recent months:
"Remember the dream when you were young? Like a flower that never dies..."
Silently humming the melody, Jiang Baimian looked sideways at Long Yuehong and Bai Chen.
Long Yuehong was still a little uneasy, but his left hand and Bai Chen's right palm were quietly clasped together.
The two stood very close, as if to face an unknown danger together, an unpredictable future.
Aware of Jiang Baimian's gaze, Bai Chen pursed his lips and smiled slightly:
"Maybe in the first city, I should have died. I can live to this day. I have so many companions to accompany me, and Xiaohong and I face each other hand in hand. I am very satisfied."
When Long Yuehong heard the words, the hand holding Bai Chen's right palm tightened again.
Bai Chen increased the strength of the back grip, lowered his head slightly, looked at the ground ahead and said:
"I won't let go."
Jiang Baimian retracted his gaze, nodded to Shang Jianyao, and then said to Genawa:
"Lao Ge, call the mysterious number provided by Avia now, hurry up and leave time for other methods."
Her tone was calm and her voice was neither high nor low.
"Wait a minute!" Shang Jianyao said suddenly, looking forward to it, "Lao Ge, remember to let everyone know where you are."
"Okay." Genova retrieved the mysterious string of garbled characters from the database.
beep... beep... beep...
The voice of dialing came from Genova's mouth.
Jingle Bell!
Suddenly, a bell rang, and it seemed that a certain phone was connected, and the sky became darker and darker, and it seemed that it was about to go dark.
Jingle Bell! Jingle Bell! Jingle Bell!
In the next second, Jiang Baimian and the others only felt that there were cellphone ringtones coming from all directions.
They looked in amazement, and found that the famous students and teachers who passed by stopped at the same time, put their hands into their trouser pockets, pockets, kun bags, etc., and took out mobile phones of different styles.
Those phones are ringing the exact same ringtone!
Shang Jianyao was stunned for a moment and said:
"'Zhuang Sheng' is more serious than me..."
When Jiang Baimian heard the words, a flash of inspiration flashed, and he knew what was going on at the moment:
The mysterious number given by Avia pointed to the "Zhuang Sheng" who represented the whole year!
And everyone in the dream of Taicheng No. 1 Senior High School is "Zhuang Sheng", one of his personalities!
He has a more serious personality split than Shang Jianyao!