With a popping sound, No. 10 jumped into the lake, holding his master's clothes in his mouth and pulling hard to the shore.
It's just that Zeng Jian has already become swollen. No matter how hard No. 10 tries, he can't move his master even a little bit.
At that moment, I only saw tears flowing in No. 10’s dog eyes.
I grabbed Zeng Jian by his collar, treaded water and dragged him ashore.
After landing, I didn't have time to care about Zeng Jian's body. Instead, I took off my clothes as quickly as possible, dried myself, changed into warm clothes, and wrapped myself in tin foil.
The temperature difference between morning and evening in Hoh Xil is huge. Even in the most beautiful month of August, the temperature at night is terrifyingly cold.
Gather everything that can burn in the car together, pour a full bucket of diesel, and ignite it immediately!
When the fire started, I wrapped myself in tin foil, quickly dried my hair, drank a large pot of hot water, and forced myself to dance around the campfire.
After surviving the most terrifying hypothermia level, my hanging heart finally fell back into my chest.
Plateaus are no better than islands. Once you lose body temperature or catch a cold, you may suffer from hypertension or pulmonary edema.
The former can be saved if his life is good, but the latter will undoubtedly die.
Next to him, No. 10 was still licking Zeng Jian's swollen and deformed face tirelessly, as if he wanted to wake up his master.
Ever since I fished Zeng Jian out, No. 10 has been licking him.
Zeng Jian's body was so swollen that his face was almost flush with it, and his original appearance could no longer be seen.
On his feet and legs, one could clearly see the wounds torn by wild beasts, which had festered to the point of disrepair.
One of his hands was still holding his gun tightly, and the other hand was stretched straight, as if he was trying to hold on to something to save his life before he died.
I felt inexplicably uncomfortable, so I cut a piece of tinfoil to cover Zeng Jian's body, and placed stones around it.
Today is August 2nd, just ten days after Zeng Jian left office.
Judging from the degree of swelling of the body, Zeng Jian's death time should be nine or eight days ago.
The cause of death was probably that he was chased by a pack of wolves, fell into a small lake in a car accident, and was submerged by heavy rain, eventually leading to death. .
It has only been ten days since I officially took over as the station keeper on the 22nd to today. All the flowers blooming in the wind around the weather station have withered and are hard to find.
The life cycle here is very short.
The same goes for people.
I don’t know how long it took, but there was movement behind me.
No. 10 used his hands and feet to tear open the tinfoil, dragging Zeng Jian's body towards me with his teeth, growling at me, as if asking for help, asking me to save his master.
I shook my head gently: "He's dead, he can't be saved."
After hearing this, No. 10 roared at me for a while and then whined lowly.
Finally, as if realizing that his master would never wake up, No. 10 lay down beside Zeng Jianjian, his fat head resting on his golden legs, and tears flowed out again.
After a while, the fickle and ruthless sky began to rain again.
Under the dim light of the miner's lamp, the land beneath his feet was flooded by rainwater at a speed visible to the naked eye. As the water level continues to rise, as far as the eye can see, the floodwaters are flowing turbulently towards low-lying areas, and the country is flooded with water.
Just after I backed the car to a higher place for a short time, Zeng Jian's body was already half submerged.
No. 10 kept barking beside him, and tried to drag his master several times but all failed.
He turned around and dragged Zeng Jian's body to a higher place. He silently said sorry and got into the car.
I was speechless when something like this happened ten days after taking over.
It had only been ten days since his mother took over the job, when he met his predecessor dead on the way home. It was a fucking dog that sent me this letter!
How the hell should I write this report?
What if Long Guangyao makes a fuss about this and frames me as the one who killed Zeng Jian.
Even if I jumped into the Yellow River, I wouldn't be able to clean it!
When the weather cleared up and the temperature started to rise at noon the next day, I got out of the car again, wrapped Zeng Jian's body, carried it on the road and jogged back to the weather station.
It only took me five hours to go there, but it took me eight full hours to get back.
Hours.
A sounding balloon was released to upload several late data to the World Gas Center, and then the maritime satellite and radio were used to report to the Headquarters Communications Department.
After receiving the reply, I found plastic film from the warehouse, wrapped Zeng Jian's body and placed it in the garage.
Keep a vigil for him again!
The rule in China has always been that death is greater than life. Meeting each other is fate and cause and effect.
When I stay at Zeng Jian's grave, it can be regarded as the end of a period of cause and effect.
Unlike the previous souls that lingered around, Zeng Jian's soul quickly dissipated and was annihilated in the vast wasteland with my wake.
This man is very open-minded and has no worries.
I'm a little envious of him.
At ten o'clock the next morning, the Maritime Satellite sounded for the first time.
After listening to my report, the good old man from the headquarters, Lu Linxi, and the Eighth Office asked me to wait for notification.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Lu Linxi and several other vice presidents called Maritime Satellite again to listen to my second report.
This time, the headquarters finally gave a formal reply!
Zeng Jian’s body was cremated on the spot!
At the end of September, the headquarters supply team arrived and took away the ashes and relics.
Later, I gave an hour-long oral report to the headquarters via the radio, finally settling Zeng Jian's matter.
Although I brought Zeng Jian's body back, the headquarters still gave me a punishment.
The excuse was for leaving the post without authorization and delaying sharing real-time data to Shiqi Headquarters, causing serious international negative impact!
The punishment is demotion and a major demerit!
Deduct the year-end bonus for this year!
Third, make an in-depth review to the headquarters through the public channel of the radio station and write the inspection. Wait for the arrival of the supply team in September and bring back the written inspection together.
I don’t know what big moves or tricks the headquarters’ top brass made for Zeng Jian’s body and me.
I just turned off the radio station after receiving the punishment notice dictated by Lu Linxi.
After that, I used the maritime satellite to make a radio damage report to the Communications Department of the headquarters.
Um.
This is what I reported to the Headquarters Communications Office.
Five minutes ago, a group of Tibetan antelopes and Tibetan wild donkeys ignored my warning to shoot and broke into the weather station to start a fight, causing serious damage to the weather station. The radio station distributed by the headquarters was also ruthlessly damaged by a group of lazy and unyielding Tibetan wild donkeys. Complete and total scrap.
After two waves of beasts wreaked havoc at the weather station, they left behind countless excrement and urine.
Since both batches of livestock are national first-level protected animals, I, the station guard, am unable to interfere, so I will report to the headquarters!
