Northwest Desert.
Daxia Nuclear Waste Storage Base.
Experts with graying hair, the base director, nuclear waste maintenance workers...
Every one of them wore anxious expressions, pacing nonstop, like ants on a hot pan.
"It's been three hours!"
"He went down at one o'clock, and now it's been a full three hours already!"
The director's originally square face was now so scrunched up it was almost round.
"Xiaoliu!"
"I told you to call him, did he answer?"
He called over the new intern on base.
"N-no, nothing."
Xiaoliu's voice was already hoarse.
God help him.
He'd been shouting 'Yu Jin' into the pager for two full hours.
By the end...
He felt like he was about to turn into the shape of 'Yu Jin' himself.
"Keep calling!"
The director issued the command.
"Okay!"
Xiaoliu braced himself and answered.
Time ticked slowly by.
Another hour passed.
On the horizon of the Northwest Desert, the sky was gradually lighting up with a pale glow.
