Volume 1, Volume 1, Pot of Gold, Chapter 645, I hesitated

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

Dr. Sun was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"Really? I'm sorry. ”

"It's fine. Sun Xiaorou shook her head, a touch of nostalgia appeared between her eyebrows, "When I was a child, people often confused us, obviously not twins." ”

"Introduce yourself, my name is Sun Game, an observer at Vault 71. Doctor Sun stretched out his right hand to Jiang Chen.

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

"Jiang Chen, NAC Marshal. ”

Letting go of his hand, Doctor Sun smiled kindly at Jiang Chen, and then spoke.

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

"Yes. Jiang Chen nodded.

Not only did he know each other, but when he came to this world, the first person he met was her.

Sun Xiaorou pinched her chin and thought for a moment, and asked the confusion in her heart. "But...... Even if you've seen my sister, she was just a baby at the time, and you shouldn't have seen her grow up, but why would you mistake me for my sister?"

Dr. Sun smiled and said, "There was a baby boom in the shelter at the time, and there was a shortage of doctors, so I was the one who was responsible for delivering the baby to my wife. With guò DNA restoration technology, we already know what the future will look like before you are born. It's just a pity that I haven't been able to watch you grow up. ”

Sun Xiaorou nodded clearly.

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, and I just moved his body back to where it should be. ”

Sun Game said that he should be the director of the dead shelter.

"The diary was torn out of a few pages. ”

"The diary had already been torn off a few pages and was ...... by its owner Of course, I don't think you're interested in the past of Vault 71. ”

"Quite the opposite. Jiang Chen shook his head, "If it's convenient, I hope you can tell me what happened after that." Includes the history of Vault 71, including you as an observer...... The real yàn that was once carried out. ”

"Observer? You know that word. A hint of nostalgia appeared on Sun Game's face, "Even I almost forgot about myself." ”

After a pause, he looked at Jiang Chen and made a gesture of please to the chair next to him.

"Just sit down, the story might be a bit long. ”

……

When I woke up from the hibernation chamber. It's already in its tenth year.

Eight years ago, the director commanded the security personnel to capture my room, burn my hard work, and snatch the golden apple from my hand. But instead of killing me, he said things like, "When the vault opens, someone will judge you for your crimes" and put me in a dormant chamber.

His arrogance unnerved me.

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

If he had this illusion, sooner or later his naivety would kill the entire people of the Vault, much more than I did.

And definitely for some boring reason......

I staggered back in my chair. Staring blankly at the Vault propaganda mural on the wall, I emptied my brain to the unnatural sense of time and space.

Eight years, it's like a dream.

As soon as I closed my eyes and opened my eyes, every qiē outside the glass window was covered with thick dust. Time is mottled for a while, but there is no mottled me in the mirror.

The golden apple had been destroyed, and it seemed that the arrogant Mr. Director had crushed the treasure 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, this place has been abandoned.

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

This outcome is obviously predictable. However, most people always hold on to that unrealistic fantasy and end up drowning in their dreams.

It was said a long time ago that it only takes two nuclear bombs to destroy the miè world, the first one is called fear and the second one is called revenge.

I can't remember his name exactly, but one thing is certain. He has risen from a sociologist to a prophet.

There were a few tin houses on the surface, and I remember them, they were war reserves in the vaults. The PAC flag, which has been burned to the point of slag, ironically corresponds to the poster reflected on the subway.

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

However, from the bones and bullet marks, I can already guess their end.

Why did the regular army lose to the refugees who were outdated in weapons?

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

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

A pistol, a photograph of unknown people, and a diary with many pages torn out, all I could muster.

I thought about going back to sleep.

Ten years is too short, and if you "time travel" to 1000 years from now, the situation must be much better than it is now.

At that time, it was a desert with no people, or a city founded by new humans.

If it's the former, I can revive the PAC civilization with the cloning technology in other vaults. If it were the latter, the museum of the New Humanity would have offered me a well-paid job telling the socially practiced elementary school students how the people in front of the station lived and how they spoiled themselves......

Whichever choice I make, however, the immediate matter must be addressed.

There was no energy, no food, and I had to go to the ruins to find something useful.

At the very least, we need to have enough nuclear fusion cores and a few nutrient mixtures for the dormant chamber.

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

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

It's like civilization, with an innate attraction to barbarism.

It took me quite a while to find the right fit, and eventually I chose a faded suit and put a body armor on it.

I followed the road all the way to the city.

Zombies, mutants, marauders, mutants...... There are also cannibalistic tribes.

There was danger everywhere, and I only had 14 bullets in my hand.

Hospitals, schools, automated factories...... These places where the core of nuclear fusion could be present have already been visited by scavengers. There were some survivor settlements where human activity could be seen, but I didn't approach them for safety reasons.

After all, this is the end times.

Later, by accident, I rescued a merchant from the mouth of a zombie and exchanged the ajing in my hand for something useful.

He took me to the United City and told me that as long as I had a crystal, anything could be bought here, whether it was a woman or a man.

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

After coming into contact with the survivors, my life was a lot easier. After learning that there was a shortage of doctors here, I opened a clinic here and charged Ajing to treat people. These subcrystals are then used to open a commission in the tavern to acquire the core of nuclear fusion.

A lot has happened in the course of the year, and I've got 10 fusion cores together anyway.

This fusion battery is very efficient, and if it were used to maintain a dormant chamber, one would be enough for me to sleep for 100 years.

I closed the clinic, declined the president, congressmen, and friends to be retained, and returned to Vault 71.

But a second before I was about to lie down in the hibernation chamber, I hesitated. (To be continued.) )