48 Hours a Day

The bus wheels pressed against the tarpaulin pavement, making a dull friction sound, and the engine sounded extra clear in the silent night.

The players got a watch from the comatose bus driver and finally found out the exact time now.

--At 1: 44 a.m., according to Zhang Heng's calculations, the explosion should have occurred between 15 and 20 minutes ago.

It is a long way from dawn, in Pripyati, three kilometres away from the nuclear power plant, where most of the town's inhabitants are still sleeping in sweet dreams. The waves caused by the explosion have sent some of the core matter to the sky, forming a large mass of radioactive aerosols.

Initially, the gas mass was just wrapped around the nuclear power plant, but soon began to expand and spread in all directions under the influence of wind.

The first people to notice the explosion were probably a group of night fishing enthusiasts.

The nuclear power plant drains the cold water passing through the turbine preheat exchanger into the Pripyati River, which is warm, attracts fish, is a great fishing spot, and this is just in time for the spring fish spawning season, where fishing enthusiasts rush in, even at night.

The nearest Reactor 4 was less than 300 metres away, and as the mechanics drove past them in the bus, players saw some fishermen looking up at the smoke in the direction of the reactor, some of them worried about starting packing, but many more still chose to stay where they were.

They seemed convinced that the fire would not spread here, especially since a few more fire trucks had just arrived. They also gave the fishermen a lot of confidence that the fire would soon be contained. Some even felt that it was something they could brag about to their friends later, so they continued to hold the rod and stay by the river.

In addition, people saw a pair of young people by the river who were sneaking up on the forbidden fruit, blind to the explosion behind them, wrapped tightly around each other, and farther afield, workers on several cruises on the railway bridge stood to watch.

“Oh, it looks like we're the only people in a hundred miles from here who are busy running for their lives.” Grandpa Kui mocked himself.

“They'll pay.” The doctors are serious, "the radioactive dust above the nuclear power plant has drifted here, falling on their skin, as each breath enters their lungs, waiting for them to recall later… If they still have a day, this will be the last thing they will regret in their lives. ”

“What exactly is on these people's minds and how can you be indifferent to an explosion at a nuclear power plant when you're working next to it?” The mouse's face is incredible.

“I don't know, I'm just a surgeon, not a psychiatrist.” The doctor shrugged.

“Will these radioactive dust drift into town?” Master Kui is concerned about another matter at this time.

“There is no doubt that this is close to the moment. ”

“So if we stay in town, we'll continue to be exposed?” The mouse asked.

His words also make all players feel heavy.

And unlike the fishermen by the river and the tedious couples, the players knew they had no choice but to stay here with their scalps even if they knew there was radiation in town.

So the cabin was also silenced, and a moment later the coconut vomited again, but because she had already cleaned up her dinner before, she now had to keep vomiting and the mouse was taking care of her.

“I'm sorry, I think I'm a little drowsy.” Coconut.

“I'll try to keep it steady, but it's not too flat.” As he spoke, he saw several cars passing by from across the street, followed by fire trucks and private cars, one of which whistled at them and seemed to want them to stop.

But the mechanic would not behave properly. A dozen directions, he bypassed the car and continued to drive forward. He looked in the rear view mirror and saw that the owner of the car had come down. It seemed helpless to see the bus driving far away, but he didn't mean to keep up.

About five minutes later, ambulances and buses crossed the safety zone near the nuclear power plant and finally entered the town one after the other.

The impression of Pripyati is essentially inseparable from the word ghost town, because soon after the Chernobyl incident, the city became deserted, no one smoked, and then Ukraine launched an adventure tourism project, basically sitting on the identity of Pripyati ghost town.

Tourists hold the radiator and walk between abandoned schools and stadiums in protective clothing, listening to the counter squeak, as if they could feel the horror of the disaster that occurred here decades ago, while admiring the desolation of the ghost city.

At this point, however, Pripyati looks like no other town, no, more precisely Pripyati looks more beautiful than the vast majority of towns of this era.

The town was built even earlier than the Chernobyl nuclear power plant to the east, where the workers' dormitories and managerial office buildings were first built after the plan was adopted, and where the families of the workers moved as the project progressed, naming the new town after the Pripyati River.

With the increase in the number of inhabitants of the town, houses have begun to grow, shops, schools, stadiums, even buses and railways have emerged, and when reactor 1 of the nuclear power plant becomes operational, the staff of the nuclear power plant and their families have been living in the town, and since then the construction of the reactor has not stopped, and reactors 5 and 6 have been under intense construction since reactor 4.

More and more people are living in the town, and unlike those compact and crowded old towns, Pripyati is a typical Brezhnev-style city with large, tidy streets, geometrically distributed houses, a magnificent juvenile palace and an entire sl of eleventh cinemas.

The design and planning of the city are at the top of the list of SL's ambitions for the use of atomic energy, and no one who comes to Pripyati is inclined by its charm, so that residential witnesses here can snatch their scalps.

Pripyati is still sleeping, however, and only a few have noticed the flames of distant nuclear power plants.