The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 2727 Star Core Rescue (Thirteen)

"Which department are you from? Why are you here?" The fat man turned around, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Schiller with disgust.

"I'm from the medical department." Schiller still lied calmly. He needed to know what role this man played in Oaks's loss of control. To be more precise, he needed to confirm whether the pressure he gave could make Oaks crazy like this.

Now most people interpret this incident as a technical worker who went crazy because of excessive pressure, which caused this disaster. But in Schiller's opinion, Oaks's work in the space station did make him stressed, but the pressure was not so great that he became so crazy. There must be something that catalyzed this process. One of the suspects is the fat man in front of him.

Schiller is not making personal attacks for no reason. The space station has high standards for recruiting employees. After all, it is a global selection. There are many people to choose from, so they naturally strive for excellence, not only for professional skills, but also for appearance and body shape.

After all, they are space workers anyway. The better their physical fitness, the less medical resources they need. If there is no one available, they will try their best to select those who are healthy and well-proportioned.

Even if we take a step back, the qualification reviewers are not willing to let a fat person go up. Not only will it be inconvenient to move around, but if some diseases caused by obesity cannot be treated in the space station, it will waste another spacecraft to send them back to Earth. It is better not to select them from the beginning.

Then there are only two possible reasons why the deputy chief engineer who appeared in front of Schiller is a fat man. First, he did not go through the review at all, but got promoted by connections. Second, he ate so much fat after he got promoted. No matter which one, it proves that he is not a good person.

Combined with the fact that he was able to mess up the good stall left by Ben Parker in such a short time, Schiller almost suspected that he was an insider.

"Medical department? I haven't seen you in the medical department. I'm familiar with those doctors." The deputy chief engineer put out his cigarette, blew out a puff of smoke, and then said, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"I just want to ask about Oaks' situation." Schiller said, "and why you didn't organize the employees in the first time when the disaster came, and why the emergency portal didn't start normally."

Schiller was very curious about the former, but he also wanted to know the answer to the latter question. When the employees entered the space station, they used the portal. Although not everyone could use it, some people with strong magic affinity came in directly through the portal.

There is an emergency portal on the space station, and there is also enough reserve magic energy to activate the emergency portal. Of course, it can't be used now, because the reserve energy is in the space station that fell on the other side.

But before that half of the space station fell, the person in charge was fully capable of reacting and activating the portal to send at least half of the people away, so that at least the oxygen can last for five or six hours.

"Why didn't anyone react?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?!" The other party looked at Schiller fiercely and said, "How could I react in such a short time?!"

"So Oaks is indeed problematic, right?"

The other party's expression froze, but he soon began to curse again, waving his short and thick arms, asking Schiller to get out. Schiller looked at him with a look like a wild animal in a zoo, and was sure that this guy was just very stupid.

He is very likely a relative, so he doesn't understand any emergency measures at all, and he may not even know that there is such a thing as an emergency portal. He is named deputy chief engineer just to enjoy rights without taking responsibility. It is not surprising that he behaves like this today.

Then the question is, can such a fool really force Oaks to be like that?

Schiller knows very well that stupid people in this world will make people angry, but not the kind of anger that lasts for a long time. In the end, it will even evolve into a kind of helplessness and fun, which is the so-called laughter.

People will always realize more quickly that stupid people cannot change, and will not feel much pressure from their words and actions. It is similar to that he is like this, why do you still care about him?

The person who really causes incomparable psychological pressure to others is always a bad person, and even this bad person must be very smart, so that others can't find any faults, so that you will feel isolated and helpless in this environment, which is the key to the huge pressure.

If it is a stupid person who everyone complains about, then when he is stupid to you, everyone will only stand on your side, and you will only think that you are unlucky, not that there is anything wrong with your ability.

This deputy chief engineer looks very annoying, which is the key reason why he can't be the murderer who forced Oaks to become like this, because he is already so annoying, then he targets Oaks, and everyone must think that Oaks is a victim, and will not exclude and isolate him because of this. There must be other key figures.

Ben Parker and Natasha soon arrived at the energy center. Natasha took a deep breath and said, "I don't feel the oxygen is thin here, how about you?"

Ben Parker shook his head and said, "I don't think there's anything special either. Could it be that the hole is actually an optical illusion?"

The two walked forward along the passage. The lights gradually went out. They had gradually walked into the power outage area. Natasha turned on the flashlight. The dark and long tunnel was still like a huge mouth of the abyss.

Soon they found the door of the energy center room. Parker took out his employee card, but found that the door lock did not light up and did not respond at all. Natasha asked: "Did the power outage cause the door lock to have no energy?"

"How is it possible? These door locks are all independent of energy and have batteries inside." Parker refrained from explaining the rationale. He just said: "Otherwise, how would we perform maintenance when there is a small-scale power outage?"

"Oh, that's right." Natasha reacted and said, "If there is a power outage, the door lock will not work, and it will never be repaired for the rest of its life."

Parker tried again with the employee card for a long time, but found that he still couldn't get it open. He put the employee card back in his pocket, put down the tool box, took out the tools and started to remove the door lock.

After removing the shell, he found that part of the inside was blackened, and it looked like a key component had been burned. Parker shone it again and again with a flashlight, then stood up straight and said, "Something's wrong, the door lock has been hacked." broken."

Natasha looked in the direction he pointed, and Parker said, "Did you see it? Above this black mark is the battery. There may have been a strong short circuit here. The battery was burned out, and the door lock naturally failed." It’s not easy to use anymore.”

"Can I change the battery?"

"Let me think about it, the security level of each door in the space station is different, and the door locks and battery specifications used are also different. There must be spare batteries in the warehouse, it just needs manpower to find them."

Natasha thought for a while and then said: "Aren't they going to the storage area to find someone to ask about the driver's location? Let them look for the battery."

Parker nodded. He picked up the phone and began to search for the contact information of those colleagues. There is still a signal on the space station. Although part of the signal has become a little weak due to a power outage, it is still possible to make calls. Listen clearly.

After talking about the situation on their side, they also learned that a candidate for the driver had been found there. They were about to leave for the hangar. When they heard Parker's request, they stayed to look for the battery and planned to go to the hangar halfway. Separate a person to deliver the battery.

Soon the black scientist appeared at the end of the corridor. He shouted towards the inside, and Natasha walked over to pick him up.

After successfully getting the battery, Parker replaced the battery as quickly as possible. Soon the door lock light came on. He picked up the employee card and unlocked it, but the moment he unlocked it, Natasha's expression changed.

She took a deep breath, then blocked the door and said, "No, don't open the door, oxygen is being lost."

The black scientist said: "I also feel a little out of breath. Have any of you put a Davidson collar on?"

Parker shook his head, but Natasha took off a small lanyard from her belt. She said: "My physical fitness is better than yours, and I can carry it for a while in a vacuum environment. Before I came here, I bought it from the equipment warehouse. I took the space environment adaptation bracelet and went in to take a look."

The two looked at each other and saw no better way, so they nodded. They took a breath at the same time and gently opened the door a small crack, allowing Natasha to get in and immediately block the door.

After Natasha entered, she lit the flashlight, but the first thing that attracted her was not the burned-out energy center, but the many sticky things stuck to the door frame on the side of the door where she got in.

She didn't know what it was, so she had to scrape it off and hold it in her hand. She would take it out to show them later. Then she walked around the energy center and looked at the holes above.

Now all the oxygen in the entire room has been lost, but it is not completely in a vacuum environment. An exhaust fan at the other end of the room seems to be still working hard, and the room at the other end of the exhaust fan should have oxygen, so there is some Oxygen escapes.

The professional equipment on Natasha's wrist did not detect any special radiation here. The periphery of the three windows was also dark and there was nothing. Looking up along the hole, you can see the burned photovoltaic integrated circuit. A corner of the device.

Just when Natasha was about to circle the hole twice to take a full look at the situation outside the hole, she suddenly saw a black shadow passing by the side of the hole. If she saw it correctly, it seemed to be human. One foot.

boom! boom! boom!

In less than a second, Natasha drew her gun, aimed and fired, and fired three shots. One of them hit the ceiling, one hit the remains of the photovoltaic integrated device outside, and the other should have hit the , but Natasha only heard a muffled groan.

He's lucky, Natasha thought. Her gun is not a specially designed gun for the space environment. Its aiming accuracy and power have been reduced, and it can't penetrate the ceiling of the space station. Otherwise, what she hears now should be humanoid creatures. The sound of the ground.

When Natasha grabbed the remains of the energy center and looked up, she didn't see the figure of the person who was shot, but she was sure that the last shot should have hit her ankle.

Natasha thought for a while, but still didn't act rashly. After putting away the gun, she walked behind the door and knocked. Soon the door opened a small crack again. She squeezed out and took a deep breath.

"Is it my imagination? I seemed to hear gunshots." said the black scientist.

"Yes, I saw someone sneaking past the photovoltaic integrated device. I fired three shots, but only one hit, and he ran away."

"How could there be someone?" Parker looked surprised, "Who would run up at this time???"

"We'll just have to see who's injured. Gunshot wounds are easy to spot, but they can't be easily fooled." Natasha looked inside the door and said, "Also, I found this thing. Look what it is."

The female agent opened her palm to them, and in her palm was the sticky thing she had picked off the door frame.