Chapter 988 The Mission of Vault 118

When the lights in the study went out, it was already late at night.

From the moment Jiang Chen walked into the bathroom with Sun Jiao in his arms, to the time the squeaking sounds of the bed in the bedroom stopped and fell silent, the hour hand had already passed the twelve o'clock position.

Leaning against Sun Jiao, who was sleeping like a cat in his arms, Jiang Chen raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath and lay down on the pillow.

Jiang Chen turned off the lamp on the bedside table and pulled up the quilt.

Since taking a shower, he quickly fell into sleep because he had consumed a lot of energy.

A night of silence.

Early the next morning, after having breakfast with the girls, Jiang Chen, Sun Jiao, and Xiao Rou went out together.

After dropping the two girls off at the community center, Jiang Chen took a long detour and walked toward the warehouse complex at the Fish Bone Base when heading to the apron.

Although the Fishbone Base is strictly a military zone, with the increase in population and the natural buffs of the NAC "capital", the development speed here is not inferior to any economic zone within the NAC territory. The specific manifestation of this development lies in the increasingly expanding warehouse groups and the people walking through the warehouse area.

In Jiang Chen's memory, at the beginning, there were only a few small warehouses here to store the materials he had brought from the real world, but now the nearby area has completely turned into a goods distribution center second only to the Sixth Street Market. Not far away, the two airship ports built with steel frames were moving thick and long mechanical arms to load cargo for a helium airship that was about to go to Hongcheng.

Most of the supplies sent to Hongcheng were arms, and some were canned food, cereals, etc. produced by Eden.

He came straight to the warehouse group. When the young man in charge of driving the YZ-51 saw him, he immediately raised his head and made a military salute. Then he quickly jumped into the cockpit and started the engine, driving him towards the warehouse. Flying in the direction of Sixth Street.

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The heavy snow hindered the growth of the population, but did not freeze the prosperity of the Sixth District.

Looking from top to bottom, the area of ​​the entire Sixth Block has expanded a circle compared to last year. Its territory covers almost the entire Jiading District, and the southernmost end has even spread to Qingpu North. The trade that had been interrupted by the heavy snow revived with the belated spring breeze. Wasteland merchants traveling between the north and south of China swarmed in, making the market especially lively after the beginning of spring.

After getting off the helicopter, Jiang Chen went to the Parliament Building.

At this time, Chu Nan, Zhao Chenwu and other members of the Sixth District were having a meeting, so Jiang Chen did not interrupt them abruptly. After chatting with the security officer on duty, he went to the marshal's office on the top floor of the Parliament Building.

Except for the cleaning staff who come here regularly for cleaning every day, this office is generally empty. It is located in the center of the top floor of the Parliament Building and exists as a symbol. Next door are the offices of the Speaker and Executive Officer.

Jiang Chen took out a small can of coffee beans from the Blue Mountains of Jamaica from his pocket. He threw it to Chu Nan's office secretary and asked her to make a pot of coffee and send it to him, and then went to The new shelter director came.

He didn't wait long, and soon a pot of fragrant coffee was placed on his desk.

Jiang Chen slowly took the cup and poured himself a cup. Before the gauze-like thick white mist dissipated, there was a polite knock on the door.

"Please come in."

The door opened and a young man walked in. When he saw the pot of coffee on the table, he opened his eyes slightly in surprise, but soon he recovered from his surprise and walked to the opposite side of Jiang Chen.

"Sit wherever you want." Jiang Chen said with a smile, making an inviting gesture to the chair next to him, and at the same time poured him a cup of coffee.

"Thank you." The young man nodded politely, sat down and took a sip of coffee, and said with some emotion, "The nostalgic taste reminds me of the morning before the nuclear war broke out... This thing should be used in the end of the world. It’s very expensive.”

"That's right. After all, more than 20 years later, food-related things will almost expire no matter how well-preserved they are." Jiang Chen said with a smile, "I heard that you want to meet me? Now you can meet me." We’re here, what do you think?”

The young man nodded slightly.

"Please allow me to introduce myself first. My name is Lu Yihua, director of Vault 118. When the door of Vault 118 just opened, we met the envoy sent by you and learned about what happened on the surface. everything."

At this point, Lu Yihua paused and said with some emotion.

"Before the door opened, we had imagined the outcome of this war, but we did not expect that the final outcome would be like this... There is no victor or defeated country."

"It was more than twenty years ago," Jiang Chen smiled and looked at the clock on the wall, "Is that all you plan to tell me?"

Lu Yihua shook his head.

"No. To be precise, I plan to give you something."

As he spoke, he took off the pendant hanging around his neck and placed it gently on the table.

Jiang Chen leaned forward slightly and looked at the pendant on the table. The silver ring was carved with strange patterns, and in the center of the ring was a ruby ​​the size of a grain of rice.

No matter how you look at it, this is just an ordinary accessory.

Jiang Chen's expression showed a trace of confusion, and he didn't understand why he wanted to give this thing to him.

"This is?"

"This is a key." Lu Yihua looked at Jiang Chen and said, "It is also the mission of Shelter 118."

"Can you explain in detail?" Jiang Chen asked.

"Unlike most shelters that are social experiments and shelters that simply preserve the population, the meaning of our existence is just to leave a little hope for a potentially dark future." As he spoke, Lu Yihua stretched out his index finger and pointed on the table. The key was gently pushed in front of Jiang Chen, "At the bottom of Poyang Lake next to Hongcheng, there is a completely dormant shelter, numbered T7. There are two thousand researchers lying in the dormant chamber of the shelter. Majors cover a total of 167 fields from particle physics to aerospace technology. They will spend a long time in sleep until someone opens the shelter and awakens them and their knowledge from the ruins."

"The T7 shelter is no longer part of the Global Evacuation Plan project. The construction company is the Pan-Asian Cooperative Scientific Research Institute. The plan is called 'Civilization Fire'. During the past few days in the Sixth Block, I did see the buds of civilization. I hope you can make good use of these scientific researchers to revive the glory of civilization on this land."

The ruby ​​the size of a rice grain exuded a faint arc in the sunlight outside the window.

Jiang Chen picked up the pendant from the table and said solemnly, "Thank you."

"You're welcome. It's me who needs to say thank you. I had already planned to treat it as a family heirloom and pass it on to a hundred years later. I didn't expect that I would be able to complete my mission in my lifetime." Lu Yihua stood up and said to Jiang Chen bowed slightly, turned and left the marshal's office. (To be continued.)