The "Survival on the Train" game has bugs, it's really laggy!

The pod got stuck on the edge of the pier.

Rusty water dripped from the bottom of the pod, falling into the caisson with little echo.

Wang Hu knelt by the bridge, his hand still being held down by the man in the gondola. The thin piece of iron was between their fingers, cold and piercing.

Don't let Zhenshan hear it.

The person was still knocking.

It wasn't a cry for help; it was a warning.

Su Yuan sat in the driver's seat and didn't urge Wang Hu to rescue the person.

In the upper right corner of the main screen, the residual echo curve of the pseudo-traction brain in the platform direction rose slightly.

Very low.

After it was lifted, it sank again.

No one spoke in the control room.

Shen Yuanzhou stared at the curve, his face draining of color rapidly.

"It's not an ordinary echo."

Xu Shen supported his shoulder.

Shen Yuanzhou brushed the hand away, his voice hoarse: "The cold furnace echoed. The fake traction brain heard it."

Wang Hu looked up: "It's not here."

"It doesn't need to be here."

Shen Yuanzhou stared at the coal and water pipeline diagram on the screen.

"It listens to whichever thing vibrates: the water pipes, the overhead rails, the steel cables, or the bridge beams. It's testing where we are."

Su Yuan raised his hand.

Stop.

Wang Hu immediately stopped untying his belt.

The person inside the pod was still moving their chest, albeit very slightly. The hand pressed against the metal plate, tapping it again.

Don't let Zhenshan hear it.

Tang Lan pressed the brake lever inside No. 013.

"Number 013 is half-dead."

The young survivor bent down and wrapped the wire around the protective cover of the hook twice more, tightening it completely.

"Tail beam No. 005 is 24.4. Bridge pressure is normal."

The veteran engineer cursed into the back channel, his voice very low.

"Dry sandbags, rubber pads, and lead sheets should be applied to all bridge joints. Seal any pipe clamps that might jump. Even when running fast, avoid letting your shoes hit the metal."

The support team was mobilized immediately.

No one dared to run.

They carried the supplies and walked close to the edge of the pier, their knees brushing against the iron railings, even the buckles were wrapped in cloth.

Another puff of cold mist came from the main entrance.

The old loudspeaker crackled twice, and the old, familiar voice of Zhenshan squeezed out from the crack in the door.

"Misjudgment of vital signs in the pod."

"The real survivors are located behind the main entrance to the coal and water tank."

"Please have the lead vehicle confirm the front gate for rescue."

The white cuff peeking through the crack in the door moved.

First, just a moment.

Then two more.

It sounded like someone was knocking on the door from inside.

The knocking sounds overlapped with the heartbeat curve of the person in the pod, and the two lines on the main screen became tangled together.

Inside cell 013, there was a wounded soldier whose face was pale.

"Could it really be behind the door this time?"

No one replied to him.

In the control room, a technician zoomed in on the heat source diagram and then zoomed it out again, his forehead covered in sweat.

"The heat source noise overlaps, and there is low-temperature interference behind the door, making it indistinguishable."

The veteran engineer knelt in front of the screen, his eyes very close to it.

"Don't watch the door. Watch the bridge."

The bridge planks were undulating.

It's very light.

Number 005 was pressed against the rear, its silencing weight clinging to the corrugated steel plate. Number 013 was half-locked, its tracks locked to the bridge deck. The front beam winch of the Devourer was still gripping the pod.

These forces just happened to press down on the pier.

If the main gate is opened wide, the right beam will be unloaded, and the center of gravity of the entire train will slide to the side of the caisson.

Tang Lan switched the camera to all the carriages.

"Look carefully. The bridge tilts first when the door opens."

The wounded soldier who had just spoken looked down at his feet.

The bridge plank lifted up again.

He pulled his hand back from the side of the seat.

The broadcast from inside the Great Firewall continued.

"Countdown begins."

"thirty."

"Twenty-nine."

An old-fashioned sliding rail popped out from the side of the main entrance, with a hook at the head of the rail, protruding towards the pod.

The pod's securing cable was rubbed against, making a very faint grinding sound.

The young survivor's voice tightened: "The anchoring cable is rubbing. It hasn't broken yet."

Wang Hu stared at the slide rail.

"Boss?"

Su Yuan didn't look at the main entrance.

"pink."

Wang Hu grabbed a handful of chalk dust and sprinkled it into the crack of the door.

Before the powder and ash could even settle in, they were pushed out by the cold mist and rolled outwards.

The second handful was scattered on the metal plate next to the gondola.

The dust particles clung to the iron sheet, shaking inwards along with the knuckles of the person inside the pod.

The third sprinkle was placed above the white cuff.

The ash was directly stretched into horizontal lines by the airflow.

Three sets of images, including a small torch, are overlaid on the main screen.

Heat source.

Grayish-white.

The bridge is under stress.

Behind the main entrance, zero.

The frequency of the cuff swinging is consistent with the frequency of the cold mist spray.

The heat source for the pod is still present.

Su Yuan spoke.

"Broken door".

Wang Hu picked up the thermal break shaft but didn't knock it.

He attached the thermal break shaft to the outer casing of the main door sliding rail bushing.

The cold spring water pipe was handed over to the side.

"Rush."

Pour water on it.

Hot iron and cold water clamp the bushing.

Click.

The bushing cracked.

The slide rail was stuck halfway, and the hook was still two feet away from the pod.

The broadcast paused for a moment.

Then, a second echo of cold furnace came from the direction of the platform.

This time it's heavier than before.

The old hoisting rails beneath the pod suddenly taut in the opposite direction.

The stress in tail beam No. 005 jumped from 24 to 27.

The corrugated steel plates of the trestle emitted a low resonance.

Tang Lan immediately pressed down on the brake lever.

"Bearing capacity No. 013".

The young survivor quickly reported the numbers: "Twenty-seven.1 on the tail beam. Number 005 didn't slip."

In the control room, several people simultaneously crowded around the main screen.

The small flame vibrates to release all the powder, ash, water, and pipe roots.

At the root of the coal water return pipe on the right, dust is jumping around.

The right cup also jumped in the third quarter.

The track surface is not responding.

The steel cable reacts with lag.

Su Yuan stared at the curve.

"Not the track. Water hammer."

The veteran engineer realized what was happening.

"There's a sound coming from the right-side return pipe!"

Su Yuan said, "Lower isolation box number 005 by half a foot."

The young survivors turned and climbed toward the tailgate.

He unlocked the outer beam of the isolation box and slowly lowered it by hand-cranking a small winch.

The isolation box, wrapped in lead sheeting, dry sand, and old rubber pads, sank.

Half a foot.

The bottom of the box rubbed against the side beam of the trestle, producing a dull friction.

"The isolation box is touching the beam. The temperature is normal."

Su Yuan then said, "Wang Hu, the inspection port for the return water pipe."

Wang Hu has reached the right-side tube root.

He pried open the access panel, but instead of flushing water in, he inserted the cooling pipe and opened the valve to drain the water.

The water column inside the pipe has stopped.

The first stream of water rushed out of the inspection port and fell into the caisson.

The second segment is still experiencing seismic activity within the tube.

The third section echoes in the distance.

The sound of water hammer was cut into three segments.

The veteran engineer led his team to hammer wooden wedges into the pipe clamps, covered them with rubber pads, and then sealed them with lead sheets.

Tang Lan simultaneously applied half a brake.

Number 013 propels the momentum forward.

Number 005 pressed down the tail.

In the upper right corner of the main screen, the echo curve of the fake traction brain collapsed.

No one cheered in the control room.

Lu Mingyuan immediately opened all channels.

"Item 005 is prohibited from being uninstalled."

"Listed as a core component for silent rescue operations."

"Anyone who mentions cutting off the tail again, get off the control panel."

Dongku replied, "Received."

Disassembly pit reply: "Received."

The right-line support team replied: "Roger that."

In the wounded area number 013, everyone who had been staring at the protective cover that had been detached all turned their attention away.

The young survivor locked the winch of the isolation box, his palms covered in black mud.

"Bridge No. 005 is under seismic isolation and functioning normally. The tail beam measures 25.8 mm."

Wang Hu returned to the gondola.

The pod is now secured.

The sliding rails at the main entrance are stuck.

The water hammer broke it.

He went back to cut the straps.

The moment the blade touched the strap, the old life monitor on the person's chest inside the pod lit up.

The red light is very small.

drop.

drop.

drop.

The mechanical ticking sound was so faint it was almost inaudible.

However, in the upper right corner of the main screen, the curve of the fake brain traction immediately rose.

Shen Yuanzhou's expression changed.

"Don't unplug the cable!"

Wang Hu stopped wielding his knife.

"What the hell?"

"The old monitoring device from the escort team." Shen Yuanzhou, supporting himself on the stretcher, said, "If you pull it out directly, it will trigger the disconnection alarm. It's even screecher-piercing."

Tang Lan cursed.

"Does saving someone require it to hear?"

Su Yuan looked at the No. 005 external isolation box.

"Small fire. Cassette tape reverberation."

The small torch retrieved the data for the isolation box in the second compartment on the right.

The Zhenshan voiceprint backup tape looper is still spinning at a low speed inside the box.

The residual wave is very weak.

But it's stable.

Su Yuan said, "Empty bullet casings. Cotton cloth. Lead sheet."

The young survivors immediately rummaged through their tool bags.

Wang Hu handed over a few empty bullet casings.

The maintenance worker tore off the cotton cloth.

The old engineer cut the lead sheet into narrow strips.

Su Yuan did not touch the monitor itself.

He instructed Wang Hu to arrange empty cartridge cases on the outside of the monitor, fill the gaps with cotton cloth, and then wrap them with lead sheets to form a small sound cavity.

One end of the acoustic cavity is connected to a monitor.

The other end is introduced into the outer layer of isolation box No. 005 using a thin copper tube.

The ticking sound didn't stop.

After entering the copper tube, it was pressed down by the cotton cloth, then contained by the lead sheet, and finally fell into the isolation box.

The aftershocks of the tape reverberated around the ticking sound.

The platform responded to the third time by faking brain traction.

This response was off-topic.

The marker on the main screen shifts from the right-line rescue zone to the left-line exit of the old transfer platform.

Typing on low heat.

The misleading statement has taken effect.

Su Yuan's hand landed on the front beam winch control lever.

"One inch."

The winch is pulled in by one inch.

Wang Hu cut the first binding strip.

The body inside the pod slid out half an inch.

The 005 silencer was pressing down on the bridge plate, preventing resonance from occurring.

Tang Lan stared at the stress on the bridge beam: "Number 013 is stable."

"One inch."

The winch is then pulled in.

The second strap broke.

The man's chest heaved for a half-beat, then resumed.

The ticking sound of the monitor was swallowed by the false acoustic cavity and did not leak out.

The platform probed the brain again, seemingly trying to steer it in the opposite direction.

The curve still skews towards the left.

The old engineer whispered, "It's listening to a tape."

Su Yuan did not reply.

"One inch."

Wang Hu and the veteran engineer together held up the edge of the gondola.

The maintenance worker used a long hook to secure the straps of the protective suit.

The third strap was cut.

The living people in the gondola were finally dragged onto the pier.

Rusty liquid flowed down the protective suit.

The man's name tag was cracked, and most of the words had been washed away by water.

Only one line is visible.

Traction Brain Maintenance Team - Qin Yan

The control room was completely silent.

Shen Yuanzhou sat up straight, supporting himself on the stretcher, and his shoulders swayed slightly.

"Brain Maintenance Team..."

The veteran engineer stood up.

He stared at the name tag, his lips moving for a long time, but he didn't utter a curse.

"There really are people alive."

Tang Lan immediately arranged for someone to meet her.

Qin Yan was sent to room 013.

Tang Lan didn't rush to ask questions. First, she fixed his chest monitor and false voice cavity together to the side of the stretcher, with the copper tube still connected to the No. 005 isolation box.

Qin Yan's hands were trembling.

He placed a rotten copper key into Tang Lan's palm.

Tang Lan looked down.

The key teeth are old and have the number of the coal and water tank maintenance lock on them.

Qin Yan couldn't bring himself to speak.

He tapped the side of the stretcher with his knuckles.

Simultaneous translation by Xiaohuo.

The Zhenzhenshan cold furnace is located in the lower coal and water tank at the front.

The false traction brain was only one boiler sound away from confirmation.

It can then be disguised as a real vehicle front to access the Great Wall.

Lu Mingyuan posted this message on the entire base's channel.

He then personally highlighted the five rules in red.

A fake rescue operation at the main entrance.

The left-hand pipe is being struck randomly.

White light, no honking.

Cold furnace echo monitoring.

Number 005 fell silently.

Dongku reported: "Received, soundproofing pads are being laid."

Dismantling team reports: "Received, water hammer pipe sealed."

The right-line support team reported: "Received, the steel cable has been delivered to the front."

This time, Base 04 did not wait for a system notification.

The survivors carried supplies along the manned line.

Dry sandbags were placed one by one on top of the pipe clamps.

The old rubber gasket covers the bridge joint.

The steel cable was passed up from behind, hand to hand, without any metallic clanging sound.

Su Yuan reorganized and regrouped the group.

The Devourer is in front.

The third section is in the middle.

Number 013 was pushed back.

Number 005 is still at the very end, the isolation box has sunk, and the silencing weight is attached to the bridge surface.

The car is traveling at a speed of one kilometer.

The entire car fell silent.

Qin Yan lay on the stretcher, her eyelids half-open.

As Su Yuan passed by the driver's seat, he suddenly grabbed Su Yuan's wrist.

He has very little strength.

But it didn't loosen.

He forced out a breathy sound from his throat.

"Don't let your engine get near it..."

Su Yuan looked down at him.

Qin Yan's lips parted, and her voice was so soft it almost stopped.

"Zhen Shan isn't brainless."

"His brain was locked under the boiler."

At the same moment, a very low metallic whirring sound came from deep within the coal and water tank ahead.

It's not a platform-oriented approach.

It is not a false brain echo.

On the main screen, the reading of the cold furnace wheel pressure jumped one notch.

The true, cold furnace of Zhenshan Mountain had moved an inch on its own.