I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 645: I hesitated

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"That's my sister." Sun Xiaorou shook his head and smiled, "Although our sisters really look alike."

Dr. Sun froze, then smiled.

"Really? Sorry."

"It's okay." Sun Xiaorou shook his head, and a bit of nostalgia appeared between his eyebrows. "When I was a child, people often confused us, obviously not twins."

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Sun Boyi." Dr. Sun extended his right hand to Jiang Chen.

Holding his right hand and shaking, Jiang Chen looked at him and re-introduced himself briefly.

"Jiang Chen, Marshal NAC."

Release his hand and Dr. Sun smiled friendlyly at Jiang Chen, and then said.

"Because of the same surname, I have a deep impression of the little girl. Since my sister is here, then you should know her sister."

"En." Jiang Chen nodded.

It's not just knowing that when you come to this world, the person he first met was her.

Sun Xiaorou pinched his chin for a moment and asked about the confusion in his heart. "But ... even if you have seen my sister, she was just a baby at that time, you should not have seen her when she grew up, but why do you mistake me for my sister?"

Dr. Sun smiled and said, "At that time, there was a baby boom in the refuge, the doctor was in short supply, and it was me who was responsible for delivering my wife. Through DNA reduction technology, what will you grow into before you are born It looks like we already know. It ’s just a pity that I did n’t watch you grow up. ”

Sun Xiaorou nodded clearly.

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

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

He in the mouth of Sun Boyi had to be the director of the dead refuge.

"The diary has been torn off a few pages."

"The diary was originally torn off a few pages by his owner ... Of course, I think you should not be very interested in the past of Refuge 71."

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

"Observer? Do you actually know the word," a few nostalgias appeared on Sun Boyi's face. "I forgot even myself."

After a pause, he walked into Jiang Chen and gestured to the chair next to him.

"Sit free, this story may be a little long."

......

When I woke up from the dorm, it was the tenth year.

Eight years ago. The director commanded the security personnel to take down my laboratory, put all my efforts into flames, and **** the Golden Apple from my hands. But instead of killing me, he said, "Wait for the refuge to open, someone will try your crime", and put me in a dormant warehouse.

His arrogance made me uneasy.

Not because of the trial that was impossible to come, but because of his unrealistic fantasy in the outside world.

If this illusion is held, his innocence will sooner or later kill the entire refuge. That ’s more than I killed.

And definitely for a boring reason ...

I stumbled down on my chair and stared blankly at the refuge propaganda mural on the wall. Empty your brain to adapt to this unnatural sense of space-time difference.

Eight years is like a dream.

When you close your eyes and open your eyes, everything outside the glass window is covered with thick dust. Time mottled everything, but there was no one in the mirror that mottled me.

The Golden Apple has been destroyed. It seems that the arrogant Mr. Director stepped on the treasure in front of me after pressing the start button of the dorm.

My mission is over no matter what.

When I crossed the cordon, as I expected. It has been abandoned here.

When I crossed the iron gate, as I expected, everything outside was destroyed by nuclear war.

This ending is clearly predictable, but most people always have that unrealistic fantasy. Finally drowned in a dream.

A long time ago, someone said that only two nuclear bombs are needed to destroy the world. The first one is called fear, and the second one is called revenge.

I ca n’t remember his name, but one thing is certain, he has been a sociologist. Upgraded to a prophet.

There are a few tin houses on the ground. I remember those things, that is the battle reserve in the refuge. The PAC flag, which had been burned to the slag, satirically matched the posters on the subway.

If the gate is opened, the survivors will rely on these tools to rebuild their homes on the ruins.

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

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

I think it is definitely not because of marksmanship, it must be that ridiculous humanitarianism, and the restraint of civilized people.

I turned over the cabinets in the ruins, trying to find something useful.

A pistol, a picture of who I do n’t know, and a diary with many pages ripped off. This is all the materials I can collect.

I have considered going back to bed.

Ten years is too short. If "time travel" reaches 1000 years, the situation will be much better than now.

Whether it was an uninhabited wasteland by then, or a city built by the new man.

If it is the former, I can restore the PAC civilization through the cloning technology in other shelters. If it is the latter, the Museum of New Humans should provide me with a highly paid job, telling the students of social practice how the people in front of the station live and how to ruin themselves ...

However, no matter what choice I make, the urgency must be resolved.

Without energy and food, I must go to the ruins to find something useful.

At least, we must have enough nuclear fusion cores needed for the dormancy chamber, and a few nutritional mixtures.

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

If all fledgling rookies wear similar clothes, I have reason to believe that this blue skin will cause me trouble.

It ’s like civilization, a natural attraction to barbarism.

It took me a lot of time to find the fitted clothes, and finally I chose a faded suit and put on a bulletproof vest inside.

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

Zombies, mutated creatures, marauders, mutants ... and tribes that eat people.

There are dangers everywhere, and I only have 14 bullets in my hand-two magazines.

Hospitals, schools, automated factories ... These places where the core of nuclear fusion may appear have been patronized by scavengers. Some survivors can see traces of human activity in settlements, but for safety reasons, I did not hurry to get closer.

After all, this is the end time.

Later, because of an accident, I rescued a businessman from the mouth of the zombie, and exchanged some useful things with the sub-crystal on my hand.

He took me to the United 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 is not in the market, go to the bar.

After contacting the survivors, my life has become a lot easier. After learning of the lack of doctors here, I opened a clinic here and charged Yajing to see a doctor. Then use these sub-crystals to issue a commission to acquire nuclear fusion core in the tavern.

A lot has happened in this year, and no matter what, I have enough 10 core fusion cores.

This type of fusion battery is very efficient, but if it is used to maintain the dormant compartment, one is enough for me to sleep for 100 years.

I closed the clinic, declined the retention of the president, parliamentarians, and friends, and returned to shelter 71.

But just one second before I was ready to lie in the dorm, I hesitated. (To be continued.)