The network signal light flickered for a moment, a weak glow flaring up briefly in the dark before extinguishing again.
Soon after, it lit up again, the light a bit brighter than before, but quickly falling silent.
However, it's worth noting that the duration of the monotonous gray when the signal light died out was gradually shortening, while the flashing green light grew more urgent, appearing more frequently.
Every time the green light came on, it felt like a hopeful attempt, as if in the next second, it would break through the shield of the subterranean tunnels and connect back to the countless households in Zone 9, who were eagerly staring at their TV screens.
Deng Jiajia was meticulously adjusting the camera lens.
Focused through the lens, at the sewage bottom, there seemed to be a few black, broken pieces about the size of a fingernail... plastic fragments.
Judging by the state of the broken plastic, they seem to have been shattered together with the shadow.
