My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely! Chapter 61: My friend, you don’t have to be alone!
After writing on the 433rd day of the last calendar, Ma Gu's handwriting stopped abruptly.
The shallow little diary seems to be very important to him.
After dozens of sheets of paper were used up, he used various kinds of paper to cover them with tape.
From the quality of the paper, it can be seen that between the 200th day and the 340th day of the last calendar, Magu's living standard should be at its peak.
Since the 344-day disaster, the development curve of Magu's shelter has gradually deteriorated, showing a straight line of decline.
Among the 19 well-documented disasters, Sumo did not find "nervous acid rain" or "blizzard".
Some are just disasters that are simply quantified by numbers.
"Super snowfall for 72 hours"
"72 Hours of the Great Flood"
"Temperature (30 degrees), 72 hours"
"Alien Beast Riot, 72 Hours"
"Temperature (minus 30 degrees), 72 hours"
"Meteorite impact, 30"
……
"Plant disease, 48 hours"
……
"Temperature (60 degrees), 24 hours"
I don't know if it's a problem with Magu's records, or if the two games are not in the same version.
On the record, there are no novice protection disasters, and no explicit disasters are described.
You can only see the vivid lives behind it from the simple words.
Magu guessed in his diary more than once the reason why human beings came to accept the baptism of disaster.
But every time he guesses, he will overturn his previous guess.
From the very beginning of the alien war, to the pranks of high-dimensional civilization, from the brain in a vat to the fantasy cultivating immortals, Ma Gu's only imagination has been used to the extreme.
However, the truth is cruel. In the end, he also failed to survive and became the one who knew the secret.
"Ma Gu's weakness began when he planted improved crops on a large scale, but he had no good means to prevent plant diseases. This was the biggest mistake he made, and it also made his previous accumulation a joke. Can helplessly sell the previous heritage to replace living materials"
"From the ruins of the mass grave, I successfully used my own means to get to the end. After I got the blueprint for making the hot weapon workbench, I kept a low profile until I made the workbench."
"I started my business by reselling small hot weapons. It's a big deal, but it's a pity that I couldn't keep the family business. Alas, what a pity"
Su Mo looked at the many unwilling words in Ma Gu's diary with a little regret.
As a person who can survive to the last 1%, Ma Gu is also a person who has adventures, but it can only be said that he may not be lucky enough to survive to the end.
With an oil well and a high-level shelter with two floors above and below, Ma Gu, as a small person, is quite legendary!
But at the moment, Su Mo didn't sigh long and shortly, feeling discouraged about the future.
It took more than 400 days for Ma Gu to organize the refuge into what it is today, but it only took Sumo a week to achieve almost the same starting line as him.
"And... I still have a system! After four hundred days, the strength of my shelter may be at least a hundred times stronger than his!"
"Maybe even I can upgrade to psionic shelter in the end!"
After storing Ma Gu's notebook in the storage space, Su Mo was relieved of the gloom and no fear of the future.
Only the weak will be afraid when they see the road ahead, and will stop and seek life and death.
And the strong will only go forward bravely!
Fumbling for the gate in front of the crypt, pulling it twice to confirm that it was damaged, Sumo woke up the system and checked the properties.
[Level 1 Alloy Refuge Basement Gate (Normal) (Fault)]
Description: The basement door is made of a mixture of various alloys. At present, the hinges are difficult to pull because they have not been maintained for a long time.
Upgrade direction: repair (20), demolition (450), upgrade material (1100), change electric (750)....
"It seems that it is just because there is no maintenance, the hinge is probably stuck, but it only needs 20 points, I can afford it!"
After spending such a little money, Su Mo chose to restore it without hesitation.
The 31 survival points were deducted by 20 again, and the green light scattered out.
After hearing only two heavy clicks.
This time Sumo tried to pull the hinge plate next to the basement again, and sure enough, the door on the first floor of the basement began to rise slowly.
With every mechanical rotation of the hinge plate, the door of the basement can be raised by about 10cm.
Turning and turning, until it was almost two-thirds of the way up, Su Mo pulled the hinge plate down with strength, and it got stuck in the middle of the buckle.
After waiting for two or three minutes to make sure that the alloy gate would not fall suddenly, Su Mo returned to the Bumping car with peace of mind.
"I'm finally going to drive this thing out..."
"I'm afraid everyone in the world can't think of it. In just one week, I, Somo, have a sharp weapon to travel freely in the world."
Sit in the car and look at the open basement door ahead.
A feeling of eagerness to act aggressive flooded into Su Mo's heart, and he could hardly vomit.
In such a short time, I got a car, but I have no one to talk to.
Wealth and honor do not return to the hometown, such as traveling at night in brocade.
After opening the dead man's private message, Su Mo sent dozens of "I have a car!!!" to him, then turned off the panel and put on his seat belt contentedly.
Press the ignition button again, and two puffs of black smoke burst out from the exhaust pipe.
Boom boom boom boom!
The sound of the engine cylinder working hard, without sound insulation, was completely transmitted to Sumo's eardrums, causing a resonance.
The gear lever of the desert racing car is located in the middle, and there are only two gears.
Forward, backward.
Step on the brake, hold the chicken-leg-shaped gear lever, push it hard, and with a bang, the gear is successfully engaged!
Gradually, Su Mo slowly regained strength with his left foot that was stepping on the brake.
The disappearance of the brakes caused the car body to shake slowly, until after the brakes were lost, it began to move forward.
At this moment, Su Mo couldn't bear the slow speed. He stepped on the accelerator with his right foot, and a low growl passed through the engine.
Next moment!
Bengbang is like an arrow that leaves the string, with a whoosh, it ejects from the spot and rushes forward violently.
In just a second, a khaki shadow flashed across the basement.
The low-pitched horsepower roar echoed constantly between the heaven and the earth!
20...
40....
60....
On the bad road in the wasteland, Somo accelerated to a terrifying 60 yards in one breath.
Without the obstruction of the windshield, the rumbling wind scraped against the mask of the raincoat like a knife, whistling.
Standing on the high ground, Oreo saw a yellow shadow flashing by, and couldn't hold back his excitement, so he let out a howling sound like a wolf howling.
Under the moonlight, Somo drove harder and harder.
The violent push back brought by the powerful horsepower of the bouncing horse, and the roar of the powerful wind breaking, can't help but make people's adrenaline soar crazily.
However, reason still tells Somo....
Diesel!
It's running out!
After four or five minutes~IndoMTL.com~ After walking around for a long time, Su Mo returned to the entrance of the basement in the buggy.
Oreo walked around the door of the basement anxiously, and when he saw Su Mo coming back, he was surprised and surprised, and he flew up and grabbed the car's roll cage tightly.
It seems to be questioning, it is you, a bad guy, who took my master away!
Su Mo laughed, and quickly got out of the car to pet Oreo's dog's head. He didn't stop until the little guy lost his temper.
"Now there is no parking place in my shelter. After the disaster strikes, I still have to park in the No. 2 shelter. However, the manufacturing station in the No. 2 shelter can be brought back before the disaster!"
Step back to the shelter, lower the winch of the basement, and close the basement door.
Somo returned to the first floor again.
Taking out the wooden box that had already been made in the base, Su Mo picked up Magu's skull with great care, and put the large bones that could be collected on the ground into it.
"Brother Ma Gu, thank you for your car. I, Sumo, can't do much. Collect your bones. If I can return to Earth alive, I will definitely bring your diary!"
After thanking the wooden box three times, Su Mo put it into the storage space and climbed up along the climbing rope.
Finding the highest point of the hill, he took out a shovel and quickly dug a big hole. Sumo put the bone box containing Magu into it and began to bury it.
Under the moonlight, as a spoonful of soil gradually covered the ossuary, Su Mo sighed and murmured:
"My friend, you don't have to be alone! It's at the highest point! You look up at the starry sky, and you look down at the earth!"
"Sooner or later, humans will rule this wasteland!"
"Sooner or later, the fate of mankind will return to its own hands!"