After the last tunnel was dug, Masha turned his head and looked at the old worker who had been in charge.

He held up the instruments in his hand.

The wind through the hall whimpered in Masha's ears.

A plumber squad leader shouted: "Don't block the ventilation duct, get out of here!"

The workers reluctantly left the position they had just struggled for.

The old worker: "It's measured, it's close to the minimum threshold for detonation! It's still lowering quickly!"

The workers cheered, and some simply took off the pig's nose from the ventilator.

The foreman and the squad leader were shouting: "Don't take off the ventilator, it's still very dangerous now!"

However, the people who had already taken off the ventilator had no intention of listening. Someone shouted: "Don't worry, we have been working below for so many years, and we have long been used to a little gas in the air."

“Yes.”

Masha breathed a sigh of relief and said to the old worker: "Thank you."

"This is what we should do." The old worker handed over the inspection machine to the people around him. "You keep staring, don't celebrate. These eight ventilation holes have weakened the overall structure and start reinforcement operations immediately!"

It is not accurate to say that the ventilation holes are because these eight ventilation tunnels can each accommodate several people standing side by side.

It is precisely this level of ventilation that can replace the underground air as quickly as possible.

Under the command of the old workers, the workers became busy again.

Suddenly, the worker holding the detection instrument shouted: "It's below the detonation threshold! We are safe, and the city is safe!"

After the words came to an end, a worker quipped, "Do you want us to cheer again when you talk about this?"

Everyone laughed.

Many people laughed and took off the pig's nose of the ventilator and twisted the oxygen valve on their waists.

Masha was also laughing. Now he felt an indescribable sense of ease. The crisis was finally resolved, so the crisis was also...

The moment he saw the crisis, Masha was stunned.

The thing that did not indicate the source disappeared, and although the remaining crisis strands have grown a lot, they still have not returned to their previous state.

——Not over yet?

Is there a killer who is mixed with the workers and intends to kill me?

He immediately became alert.

But if there is a killer, wouldn’t it be good for the workers to take action when they were smashing the walls just now?

Moreover, Masha was a worker who was temporarily determined to find. With the current communication situation where communication is basically yelling, can the mastermind behind the scenes arrange for the assassins to sneak into the workers?

Masha looked around.

All the workers are acquaintances, and they will definitely recognize them when they see strangers.

No, it shouldn't be me that's dangerous.

It is very likely that General Laboratory United did not want to blow Andrea into the sky together. They probably had some arrangements to rob her before the explosion.

——Then the question comes. Will Andrea encounter danger be considered my crisis? Will it be reflected in the "My" crisis?

——If it is not considered my crisis, then I should be in danger.

Masha thought about it and decided to rush back to Mr. Fan as soon as possible - no matter what crisis there is next, it is absolutely right to hug Mr. Fan's thighs tightly.

But the theater should have been evacuated now, where should I find Mr. Fan?

--Um?

Masha suddenly came back to the spot: No, how could Mr. Fan not come to help after receiving the notice?

Could it be that the theater didn't receive any notification at all, right?

The person who went to send the letter-

Masha had a bad feeling.

And he felt that if he returned to the theater from the ground, he would probably encounter danger.

So he turned his head to look for the old worker. At the moment he turned his head, Masha finally noticed that there was a small "1" on his bard label.

——Damn it has been upgraded!

But then I thought about it, I should have won a lot of experience points in this show just now.

But now Masha is not thinking about upgrading at all. He is worried about the situation in the theater. If you upgrade, you will have time to watch it later.

"Old man!" Masha called on the old worker who had made great contributions to Jugong, "Can you give me a way to return to the Grand Theater through the underground?"

The old man pushed the miner's hat: "You have to go up to the ground, because the road to the theater is blocked."

At this time, a worker squad leader turned his head and said, "You want to go to the Grand Theater from the ground? Although it has been sealed, now it can use explosives and can explode any mouth. But why do you want to go underground? Do you want to steal the wallets left by the rich people who have been evacuated?"

Masha: "I suspect the evacuation was not carried out at all. Think about it, if the powerful people in the Grand Theater knew about such a big thing, how could it be that there would be no reinforcements?"

The workers looked at each other.

Masha: "Take a step back, those gentlemen who have investments in the Grand Theater should send people down, right? But do you see other people except the coworkers?"

"But no matter how unreliable Gonniff is, it is impossible for him to not be able to do such a small thing." Someone said, "I know him. Even if he meets a girl dancing in the street halfway, it will not happen."

Masha had a premonition that he might never see Gonnif again.

The enemy did not come down to clean the ground, and I was afraid that the plumbers would not be able to handle it, waiting for the explosion to blow everyone to death.

At that time, this accident seemed even more convincing.

Masha made a quick decision: "Listen to me, this is wrong. For your safety, you should pretend to be working hard and not leak the news. Be careful that the enemy will kill you all, and then use explosives to achieve the same goal."

When saying this, Masha was a little nervous, wondering if the workers would listen.

The old worker spoke: "I understand, let's arrange this."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, some of the workers shouted: "You are the same as us, we believe in you!"

"Okay, then I'll do what I said, so that you can guarantee that all of you are not in danger of life. If someone wants to get into the ground, you can run away quickly."

"No, we can use the underground terrain to block bad intentions," said the old man. "Didn't you say that someone might achieve his goal with explosives? Let's block them. In underground spaces, guns are not very useful, cold weapons are better for us, and we are still familiar with the terrain."

Masha nodded: "Okay, then I'll leave it to you. The big brother just now, can you use the minimum amount of explosives to drive a way to the backstage of the stage?"

"Leave it to me," the elder brother grinned, "I was originally a miner and was playing with explosives. Later, after the mines around Fort Worce were finished, I went to the city to work as a plumber."

"Okay! Dear you!"

Mashafu is in front of the mask.

"We'll set out, now!"

**

The performances are still going on in the Grand Theater.

Although Van Tautt is not a special stage scheduling, he is now checking the entire concert process.

He used a flashlight to send Moss code to Stanislas standing in the conductor: "One new song."

Stanislas immediately said: "Swan Lake."

I didn't think about all the songs copied during the rehearsal today, and I copied them casually.

If he had thought, he would definitely not copy such a song written in 1876. What if Tchaikovsky had been born twenty years ago in this time and space?

Moreover, he copied only the melody. The very important part of the symphony is the orchestration. The main melody may be written out at once. It is possible to toss the orchestration for half a year.

It was also these minstrels who seemed to be favored by the goddess of art, and they figured out a pretty good ornament in one day.

Of course, this version of the right thing is incomparable to the original time and space, but the things used to make do with it are finished.

Van Taot felt very complicated when he listened to the song he had collected.

The song itself is of high quality. Masha wrote such a song without any stuttering, which made Van Taut a little depressed - he has become a bard for so many years and has not doubted his talent like this.

In fact, the bards are more arrogant than the other, and they are more confident that they will eventually become the one they love the goddess of art.

He turned his head and looked at the door of the utility room. At this moment, the two substitutes squatting in the utility room. Because he didn't know what the substitute's release was, Van Taot could only let the two substitutes squat in the utility room first, and then said: "Mr. Xia Ya hasn't come back yet, and may have had a sudden inspiration halfway, and he went to capture inspiration."

Van Taot sighed, and at this time a shadow-like man suddenly landed behind him and whispered: "What happened? It seems that there is a gas leak somewhere underground. The workers of the Jose family suddenly mobilized to make emergency repairs."

Van Taot frowned—Wait, gas leak???

——My grass! So you are planning this?

Van Taot turned his head: "Why didn't you spot it early?"

"The secret police robbed and killed a lot of our people on the street, and killed the messengers sent by the workers to deliver the letters. You'd better evacuate quickly, 80% of the bombings are here."

"I know!" Van Taot was so bold that the bard must be elegant and not so bold, which shows that he was really anxious.

He pressed the flashlight and planned to send a signal to Stanislas - no, so he didn't have to worry about any signal at this time.

Mr. Fan snatched the microphone of the newspaper girl—
To be continued...