It's no wonder that the first station keeper was bitten to death in the bedroom by a group of wild wolves, and it wasn't until more than a month later that someone from the headquarters came to find out.

It was absolutely impossible for me to move the office building to the best place in feng shui on my own. But I can make up for the shortcomings of the weather station.

I would definitely disdain this kind of end-of-the-line path of changing feng shui to make up for shortcomings, and now I can't take care of it so much in order to save my life.

I'm afraid of the cold!

The cold of Yandu will make me miserable, but the cold of Ke Xili will kill me.

The coldest season in Yandu is only minus 10 degrees, and the lowest temperature here can reach minus 40 degrees!

Originally, the generator of the weather station was cumbersome and heavy, and it took up a lot of space, and Zeng Jian moved it outdoors and was still drenched in scrap metal by his wind and rain.

Fortunately, Zhang Chaoge equipped me with a new type of generator.

This new type of generator is a new gadget made by the headquarters and has been introduced to the market.

The advantage is that it is small in size.

Although the power is not large, there is absolutely no problem with emergency use.

The weather station is stocked with No. 20 diesel, which will not freeze as long as it is not in ultra-extreme cold temperatures.

With a small cutter at the weather station at hand, it only took me three hours to get the materials I needed to build a new warehouse.

The next day, after the transmission of the flag-raising balloon recording data was completed, I began to dig a pit non-stop to find the foundation of the office building, and then welded the steel components with the original steel structure with a welding machine.

The first four channels were erected, and the project was half successful.

The next few days were a bit of a bracket of snow, snow particles and rain that slowed me down. When the last steel plate was welded to death by me, the week-long project came to an end.

On Army Day, I laid the roll of aluminum foil that Zhang Chaoge gave me on the roof of the new warehouse, and covered the entire office building with aluminum foil.

This thing is also a product of the scientific research department of the headquarters, a cold-resistant and warm artifact.

The new warehouse is connected to the kitchen and is divided into two rooms.

One garage and one new bedroom.

On the day the new house was completed, the expected change in aura also followed.

After that, I opened a window to the south of the old bedroom so that the sunlight could shine in directly.

The smell of the bedroom, which had killed several people, slowly dissipated in the sunlight, and the temperature began to rise and smell less stinky.

It's just that the souls of the previous colleagues who died in this bedroom still refuse to leave.

I didn't bother with them!

The new bedrooms are all made of steel and welded steel plates, and although they are wrapped in tin foil inside and out, it is still cold at night.

Especially when it's snowing!

The chimney of the diesel heater left behind by Zeng Jian was damaged, so I welded two channels to make a new chimney for smoke exhaust.

The temperature was high enough to delay the onset of my dragon slaying sequelae, and I also had enough free time to pick up cow dung.

The predecessors planted trees and the later people enjoyed the shade, and each station keeper would leave enough cow and sheep dung for the next station keeper.

In Hoh Xil, where there is not a single tree in sight, cow and sheep dung is the only material for fire.

The weather station is equipped with a diesel heater. There are still more than a dozen barrels of No. 20 diesel in the oil depot, and even if I burn one barrel and pour one barrel and close my eyes, I can survive until the arrival of the supply convoy in September.

Even if Long Guangyao and the Long family play insidious tricks again, they don't dare to fix me in the supply piece.

But I still follow my predecessor's instructions.

Not for anything else, just for the perseverance of fifteen station keepers for nine years.

There is enough oil to make me strong.

According to the Thang Long Island model, the patrol area is gradually expanded day by day to familiarize yourself with the environment.

On the first day, I went to the west, picked up some wild yak Zang antelope dung, and caught a litter of pikas unique to Hoh Xil by the way.

In the afternoon, I accidentally discovered a very rare and unique red lake, and found a species of highland fish in the lake that had never been reported before.

Finish the data collection

set, rushed back to the weather station at seven o'clock in the evening, stewed a pot of pika roasted potatoes, and was about to feast, when a low cry sounded outside the door.

Leaning over the window and looking, I blinked in disbelief, then changed color and rushed out of the room with a hand.

The weather station, which has been replaced with solar panels, is brightly lit.

Under the light of the explosion-proof energy-saving lamp, the iron-clad gold named Ten was pacing back and forth at the door and shouting. Look at the book

The moment he saw me come out with a gun, the dirty No. 10 subconsciously stepped back and assumed an offensive posture, his green eyes flashing with sensen fluorescence, and he felt terrible.

"Whoa......

Ten let out a low, deep cry from his mouth, as if he was afraid of the one in my hand. The fat body kept rushing back and forth, as if asking for help from me.

Sure enough, when I put one away, Ten finally stepped forward and bowed down to me with a low groan.

A black rag spat out of Ten's mouth and landed in my field of vision.

I immediately jumped on the rotten jeep headlights and hurried out of the weather station.

In the dark, a cart and a dog ran wild across the muddy wilderness.

After about five hours of travel, the frenzied Ten suddenly stopped and screamed.

I rushed to take a look, and my heart sank.

Under the high beams, a crooked Pajero was planted in a small lake of several tens of square meters, half exposed on the surface of the lake.

There are countless lakes in Hoh Xili, large and small, and one of them is in front of you.

The successive rains of the past few days have caused the area to rise rapidly, and the rain that has nowhere to go has overflowed the ice sheets and filled the depressions, creating lakes and swamps of various depths.

"Zeng Jian."

Calling Zeng Jian's name loudly, I jumped out of the car and rushed over desperately.

Suddenly, my feet slipped, and my whole body was submerged in a saltwater lake.

Caught off guard, I couldn't help but take a bite of the bitter water.

Just as I was about to float, suddenly a hand was on my hand.

My heart sank, and I instinctively shrank my hands and feet and kicked out of the water.

"Whoa......

A loud roar came from behind me, and by the light of the light, a large floating corpse came to the surface as I rose.

But who is Zeng Jian?