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Chapter 80: The oil lamp has developed a life exploration function? Too powerful!

Chapter 80: The oil lamp has developed a life exploration function? Too powerful!
Around the collapsed house, a group of villagers were busy like ants, bending over to move bricks. Old people and children, anyone who could dig a handful of soil or move a brick, rushed forward:

"This way!"

"I'll come this way!"

"Lingling, step back, don't let the bricks hit you!"

"Meimei, take good care of the kids and don't let them run around! Yes, just line them up like this and pass the bricks one by one. That's great!"

The scene was in such chaos that it looked like an explosion. Everyone knows that there is a golden 72 hours for disaster rescue. If this time point is missed, the possibility of the injured surviving is very small.

But how could it be possible to delay it to seventy-two hours?
Cardiac arrest can only be delayed for three minutes, and the best time to rescue cerebral hemorrhage is within six hours...

Therefore, everyone who could stand up did so. The instructor took the lead and took on the responsibility of command as a professor:

"I studied architecture! I know how to demolish a house, and I know the structure of a house! Just follow my instructions!"

"Everyone, stop shouting! Be quiet and listen to see if there's any voice inside!"

"Don't rush to move the bricks here, or they might collapse suddenly!"

"Zhuang Boyang, Wang Jiaxiong, come here! Take a look at this beam and see how to support and reinforce it, or move it so that it will be easier to find someone!"

In the chaos, Shen Le quietly stepped back a few steps, adjusted his breathing, and opened his spiritual eyes. He used all his strength to look into the collapsed house:
What is the atmosphere floating among the broken bricks and tiles?
What does human breath feel like?
——From this, we can infer that there are no living people under those ruins?

can not tell.

Still can't tell.

Above the collapsed house, the aura was too faint and too chaotic, and when the villagers rushed over, it was completely scattered and almost disappeared;

As for the breath of the living, it was buried under the tiles, beams, walls, and broken bricks, and it was completely unclear. Shen Le tried his best to use his spiritual eyes, but still couldn't get the point:

"No...either it's buried too deep, or my spiritual eyes can't see through it...Hey, I have another way!"

He got out of the crowd and ran back to his room. He picked up the small oil lamp, touched it, and wiped it:
“Little oil lamp! —Can you make contact with the collapsed house, the wires and electrical appliances in the house?

Can you use those things to see if there are any living people in the collapsed house?"

[I’ll give it a try…]

"You can try, but don't turn on the power!" Shen Le lowered his voice and warned it:

"Half of the house is submerged in water, and there are still many people moving bricks. If you turn on the power, don't electrocute a few people!"

[I understand... I will gently...]

In Ling's eyes, the silver-white light on the oil lamp suddenly surged, and a ball of electric sparks flew far away.

I don't know if it got on the light bulb or the electric meter outside, and went in along the wires. Anyway, after just a few breaths, the small oil lamp told Shen Le with certainty:

【Someone is here.】

"Are you sure there is someone alive under the collapsed house? Where is he?"

This question seemed a bit difficult for the little oil lamp. In Ling's eyes, silver light flashed several times, then shrank back and forth until it shrank into a small ball, but it never answered.

This is... I don't know how to answer?

Can't describe?

Shen Le thought about it and quickly revised his question:

"Well, draw all the wires, circuits, and electrical appliances under the house. Then mark where the living people are!"

It's not difficult to mark the circuit! The light of the oil lamp immediately rose happily. Then, it pulled horizontally, vertically, and diagonally, and pulled out a crooked frame in the air.

Shen Le stared at these silver lines, dots, and boxes, thinking intently:

“Is this the electric meter box?”

“Is this the wire that goes in?”

"Is this... a washing machine? Or a refrigerator? Is this a TV?"

An electric wire entered the house from the outside, branched out into several branches, and coiled, and was almost overlapped because of the collapse of the house.

In the main room and the kitchen on the first floor, two distinctive spots of light flickered gently, dimly and weakly.

"This is a place for two people, right?"

[Right! Right! ]

The light of the small oil lamp flickered rapidly, light and cheerful.

Shen Le stared at the image intently, memorized the positions of the two people, and hurried downstairs. He first went to the rubble, knocked, shouted, listened hard for a moment, and turned to find the instructor:

"I seem to hear a sound... here, here..."

"you sure?"

"Sure!" Shen Le answered with a stiff face. Little oil lamp, I'm counting on you!

Could you please rescue these two people's lives as soon as possible? I'm putting all my hopes on you!
"Just now when I was outside, the house collapsed and I seemed to hear screams! I heard the sounds again just now, it should be in these two places!"

With vague guidance, the rescue was faster. Working from dusk till late at night, shouts of joy finally rang out from the ruins:

"Found it, found it!"

"Still alive!"

"Lift it out slowly! Don't be in a hurry!"

"Pay attention to your neck, back, and waist...lift it up little by little, be careful not to injure your spine!"

Under the old professor's command, two living people, one old and one young, were actually slowly carried out.

The child huddled under a table, supported by the sturdy old table. Luckily, he was not injured, but he was so frightened that his face turned pale and he couldn't even cry.

The old man's head was bleeding and he couldn't move. He only had one breath left, but he was breathing out more than he was breathing in.

An elderly grandmother took the child over, patted him gently, and comforted him softly. As for the old men, they all gathered around Old Wu, talking at once and offering advice:

"We need to take him to the hospital immediately."

"The road is blocked, how can we get to the hospital?" "Should we carry him out?"

"Don't! What if something happens on the way? It's better to wait for an ambulance..."

Young people like Shen Le, who lack life experience, could only listen obediently. After listening to them quarreling for a long time, an old man suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "Aiya":
"I remember now! Give him oxygen! At the beginning of last year, my son was afraid that I would get infected and not survive, so he gave me an oxygen concentrator..."

"Yup!"

"Oxygen is the most useful! It can help you last longer!"

Unfortunately, the oxygen concentrator was delivered to my home in a cardboard box and has been carefully placed in the bedroom. It has never been opened. The elderly have no way to deal with this thing.

Shen Le and his fellow apprentices rushed forward, some unpacking the boxes, some studying the manuals, some looking for videos, and after a long time, they finally assembled the oxygen machine and used it for the elderly:
"God bless, please don't let the power go out again..."

"Whether Old Wutou can survive this ordeal depends on this oxygen machine!"

However, God did not bless them. Half an hour later, with a snap, all the lights in the village went out again.

Although the battery in the oxygen concentrator can last for a few more hours, no one can say whether it can be powered again within these few hours...

"A small oil lamp? A small oil lamp?"

Shen Le saw that it was not a good idea, so he withdrew and went back to his room, shaking the small oil lamp. In his spiritual eyes, the light of the small oil lamp was weak, curled up on the wick, and a weak reply came out:

[Tired…]

"Hold on a little longer! There are people waiting to be rescued! If all else fails, don't supply power to others, just save the oxygen concentrator!"

With a click, the lights in the whole village came on again. Perhaps the point-to-point task of "saving the oxygen generator" was too difficult for the small oil lamp, so it could only transfer power to the transformer.

Shen Le breathed a sigh of relief and fell down on the bed. After resting for less than half an hour, his eyes went dark and the whole village fell into darkness again...

"A small oil lamp? A small oil lamp!"

The light from the small oil lamp, the size of a mung bean, was flickering and about to go out. He was so tired that he could not even speak.

Shen Le touched it with heartache. Alas, the small oil lamp had just come back to life after all, and it had done its best to provide electricity all night. Without any replenishment, it must have reached its limit.

For now, we can only hope that the power department can be more helpful and fix the electricity quickly!

Shen Le quickly sent a message to Xiang Yang. The answer he got was not good. He had already led people up the mountain and tried his best to prop up the electric poles, but the broken wires needed to be replaced with new ones, and the village did not have any in stock...

Shen Le glanced at the entrance of the village and looked at the electric pole next to the transformer that had completely drooped, his brows furrowed.

After a long pause, he slowly went downstairs, intending to ask his tutor if he had any connections that could help him solve the problem. As soon as he walked out of the main hall, he was suddenly stunned:
Why are so many people gathered here?

One by one, the old people walked into the open space at the entrance of the village and gathered together.

Those sixty-somethings, sixty-somethings, gray-haired, snow-white-haired, stooped or straight, thin or sturdy old men—

Wearing raincoats and rubber shoes, holding a flashlight in one hand and a shovel or a stick in the other, they lined up in the small open space in front of the village, calling out to each other and talking:
"Wait for the people outside to explore the way bit by bit? Pave the road and carry the wires in?"

"Then when do we have to wait?"

"We have to do it ourselves! We can't just sit at home and wait!"

"If there are no main roads, there are small roads. There are roads that cars can't drive on, and there are mountain roads! We can take the small roads and carry the wires in!"

Shen Le was surprised to see that the old men and women who usually leaned on hoes and slowly went to the fields to cultivate a few acres of land or one or two acres of vegetable plots were now showing a vitality he had never seen before.

They held their heads high, supported themselves with canes, and had towels around their necks, their voices getting louder and louder. Shen Le's heart skipped a beat, and he hurried over:
"Uncle, are you guys going to leave the mountain now? It's the middle of the night!"

"Of course!" In the middle of the crowd, an old man with gray hair and a scar on his forehead raised his head high:
"If we rely on these little guys, we don't know how long we'll have to wait! It's better for us to go by ourselves!"

"Yes!"

Shen Le looked left and right. There were more than a dozen old men and three old ladies, all in their sixties. This age combination made him frightened just by looking at them.

The older they get, the more stubborn they become. Their mentor is determined to do something, and they can never stop him. Not to mention that there are more than a dozen people on the scene, and he alone can't do anything -

"I'll go with you!"

He blurted out. For a moment, several old men in front of him laughed at the same time:
"you?"

"no need!"

"Young man, you are a guest, you don't need to worry about these. The affairs of the village are our own affairs, we can solve them ourselves!"

"But...you are all this age..."

Shen Le moved his feet and blocked the way out of the village, wanting to persuade them again. However, a dozen old people looked at each other and laughed at the same time:

"Young man, we all built this road together back then. We are all familiar with it!"

"We don't need headlamps or flashlights on this mountain road. We can walk with our eyes closed!"

"Do you still want to help us carry our things?" The third old man took two steps forward and patted Shen Le on the shoulder. When the rough, iron-like hand patted his shoulder, Shen Le felt a burning sensation on his shoulder, and he almost cried out in pain:

"Young man, even though you are so young, you may not be able to walk faster than me carrying things on the mountain road!"

Shen Le smiled sheepishly, and made up his mind without arguing. He turned back and rushed back to the room, picked up the small oil lamp filled with oil, lit it quickly, and ran down.

Along the way, the small oil lamps were shouting:

【take me! 】

【I will light the way for you! 】

[I know this road well! I'll take you there!]

[Before, the old master carried me to light the way, and everyone carried the equipment on their shoulders and mules! ]

The flame of the oil lamp flickered and shrank into a small ball, not very bright even in the middle of the night.

But Shen Le knew that as long as they left the village and walked onto the mountain path, the small oil lamp would definitely light the way for everyone!

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