Chapter 645 I Hesitated

"That's my sister." Sun Xiaorou shook her head and smiled, "Although we sisters do look alike."

Dr. Sun froze for a moment, then smiled.

"Really? Excuse me."

"It's okay." Sun Xiaorou shook her head, a trace of nostalgia appeared between her brows, "When we were young, people often confused us, obviously we are not twins."

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Sun Boyi, the observer of Vault 71." Dr. Sun stretched out his right hand to Jiang Chen.

Holding his right hand and shaking it, Jiang Chen looked at him and made a simple self-introduction again.

"Jiang Chen, Marshal of the NAC."

Letting go, Dr. Sun gave Jiang Chen a friendly smile, and then spoke.

"Because of the same surname, I still have a deep image of that little girl. Since the younger sister is here, then you should know her older sister."

"En." Jiang Chen nodded.

More than acquaintance, when he came to this world, the first person he met was her.

Sun Xiaorou pinched her chin and thought for a moment, then asked out the confusion in her heart. "But... Even if you have seen my sister, she was just a baby at the time. You should have never seen her when she grew up, but why did you mistake me for my sister?"

Dr. Sun smiled and said, "At that time, there was a baby boom in the refuge, and doctors were in short supply. I was responsible for delivering the wife. Through DNA restoration technology, we can determine what you will look like before you are born. I already knew it. It's just a pity that I didn't get to watch you grow up."

Sun Xiaorou nodded knowingly.

Jiang Chen took out a diary from his pocket and put it on the table. "Did you keep this diary in the director's office?"

"The diary was there originally, I just moved his body back to where he should be."

The him that Sun Boyi said must be the dead director of the shelter.

"Several pages were torn from the diary."

"A few pages of the diary were torn out by his owner...Of course, I don't think you are very interested in the past of Vault 71."

"exactly the opposite.

Jiang Chen shook his head. "If it's convenient, I hope you can tell me what happened after that." Including the history of Vault 71, including you as an observer... the experiment that was conducted. "

"Observer? You actually know this word," Sun Boyi said with nostalgia on his face. "Even I almost forgot about myself."

After a pause, he stared at Jiang Chen. He made a gesture of invitation to the chair next to him.

"Sit whatever you want, this story might get a little long."

...

When I woke up from the hibernation pod, it was already the tenth year.

eight years ago. The director commanded the security personnel to capture my laboratory and burn my hard work. and snatched the golden apple from my hand. But he didn't kill me, but said something like "When the shelter opens, someone will judge your crimes". Shut me into a hibernation chamber.

His arrogance disturbed me.

Not because of the impossible judgment, but because of his unrealistic fantasy of the outside world.

If you hold this fantasy. His naivety will kill the entire Vault sooner or later, far more than I did.

And definitely for some boring reason...

I staggered and fell into a chair, staring blankly at the refuge mural on the wall. Empty your mind to adjust to this unnatural sense of time and space.

Eight years, like a dream.

As soon as I closed my eyes and opened them, everything outside the glass window was covered with thick dust. Time has mottled everything, but the me in the mirror has not been mottled.

The golden apple has been destroyed. It seems that the arrogant director stepped on the treasure right in front of me after pressing the start button of the dormant chamber.

Anyway, my mission is over.

When I stepped out of that cordon, as I expected, it was abandoned.

When I stepped through the iron gate, as I expected, everything outside had been destroyed by a nuclear war.

This kind of ending is obviously predictable, but most people always hold that unrealistic fantasy, and finally drown in their dreams.

Someone said a long time ago that it only takes two nuclear bombs to destroy the world, the first named fear and the second named revenge.

I can't remember his name, but one thing is certain, he has been upgraded from a sociologist to a prophet.

There are several iron houses on the surface. I remember those things. They are the war reserves in the shelter. The flag of PAC, which has been burned to nothing but scum, fits ironically with the posters on the subway.

If the gates are opened, survivors will rely on these tools to rebuild their homes from the ruins.

However, from those bones and bullet marks, I have already guessed their ending.

Why did the regular army lose to refugees with outdated weapons?

I think it's definitely not because of the marksmanship, it must be the ridiculous humanitarianism, and the reserve of civilized people.

I rummaged through the ruins, trying to find something useful.

A pistol, a photo that I don't know who belongs to, and a diary with many pages torn out, these are all the materials I can collect.

I have considered going back to sleep.

Ten years is too short a time. If you "time travel" to 1000 years later, the situation will definitely be much better than it is now.

It doesn't matter whether it is a deserted wasteland by then, or a city built by new humans.

If it is the former, I can revive the PAC civilization through the human cloning technology in other shelters. If it is the latter, the Museum of New Humanity should provide me with a job with a good salary, telling elementary school students in social practice how the people in front of the station live and ruin themselves...

Yet no matter which choice I make, the immediate matter must be resolved.

No energy, no food, I have to go to the ruins to find something useful.

At least, enough nuclear fusion cores and a few nutrient mixtures are needed for the dormant cabin.

Before looking for other survivors, I first replaced the blue skin.

If all the fledgling rookies wore similar clothes, I had reason to believe that the blue skin would get me into trouble.

It's like civilization has an innate attraction to barbarism.

It took me a while to find the right fit, and I ended up settling on a faded suit with a flak jacket underneath.

Along the road, I walked all the way to the city.

Zombies, mutated creatures, marauders, mutants... and hordes of cannibals.

There's danger everywhere, and I only have 14 rounds in my hand -- two clips.

Hospitals, schools, automated factories... These places where nuclear fusion cores may appear have already been patronized by scavengers. Some survivor settlements can see traces of human activities, but for safety reasons, I did not approach rashly.

After all, this is the end of the world.

Later, by chance, I rescued a businessman from the mouth of the zombies, and exchanged the crystals in my hand for some useful things.

He took me to Hezhong City and told me that as long as there is Yajing, anything can be bought here, whether it is a woman or a man.

If it's not available in the market, go to the bar.

My life has been a lot easier since I came into contact with survivors. After learning that there was a lack of doctors here, I opened a clinic here and charged Yajing to see patients. Then use these sub-crystals to issue a commission to acquire the nuclear fusion core in the tavern.

A lot has happened over the course of the year, and anyway, I managed to get 10 fusion cores together.

This kind of nuclear fusion battery is very efficient. If it is only used to maintain the dormant chamber, one is enough for me to sleep for 100 years.

I closed the clinic, declined the president, congressmen, and friends' persuasion, and returned to Vault 71.

But just a second before I was about to lie down in the dormant chamber, I hesitated. (To be continued.) To find this site, please search for "" or enter the URL: