Chapter 3487 (1/2)
The interior of the windmill is chaotic, but this is really not a mill. All kinds of machines are stacked in almost every corner, and there are many white bones dotted in it.
”Something happened in the stockade in the past. These people died here at work. Because the door of the tower was closed, the remains remained, and the bodies of those who died outside were gone.”
The secret guest picked up a skeleton and pinched it gently. The weathered bones became fragments in her hands. These people have been dead for a long time, and even the air in the tower no longer has a peculiar smell.
Listening to her analysis, Su Ming checked many machines. Obviously, the wilderness people have no technology to manufacture these equipment. They should inherit the legacy of the previous era, but they may also inherit something that led to their demise.
”Liana, go and restore the power supply.”
He assigned tasks to the students and thought that these devices should still be able to start. Although most machines can't see the effect, don't you know if you turn on the power and try?
He can recognize electric sewing machines and printing machines, as well as things like centrifuges and mixers, but these devices are strange enough to put together.
The secret guest nodded and went along the cable to find the power supply. She stepped over a white bone and disappeared into the dark.
About three minutes later, with a low beep, the whole windmill lit up. After the lights flashed a few times, the power supply tended to be stable.
”These machines are of good quality.” Liana, who patted her hands on the dust, returned to the teacher. She obviously liked reliable machinery: ”but just a windmill can drive so many devices, and their technology in controlling power consumption is also very high.”
”If I guess correctly...”
The knell went aside, opened a dirty terminal, wiped the screen covered with a layer of smoke with his palm, looked at the flashing green cursor on it for power on self-test, and then popped up a shield like sign. He nodded:
”Sure enough, this is the product of the northern central positron group, an electronic technology giant from the previous era.”
The secret guest who had learned about the world background of the dark tower from the teacher by hanging also checked other machines, and found the same sign on almost every equipment that was not seriously rusted.
Although time has rusted and stripped many of these signs, the mottled residual traces can also explain their origin.
”Northern central positron group, compared with your Wilson enterprise?”
”It's really a bit like it, but they're castles in the air.” Su Ming rummaged through the data storage medium in the cabinet near the terminal and answered the students: ”once they sold their products to different parallel worlds through a door, even different time and space, but it's a pity...”
The secret guest leaned against the table with her arms. She played with a small button in her hand and answered:
”It's a pity that they don't master the principle of the door, so when the pluralistic destruction and restart, and all Daogen are scrapped, they die?”
Seeing the students interested, the bell first smiled and nodded, then shook his head: