"That's my sister." Sun Xiaorou shook her head and smiled, "Although we sisters do look quite similar."
Dr. Sun was stunned for a moment, then smiled.
"Really? Sorry."
"It's okay." Sun Xiaorou shook her head, a trace of nostalgia appeared in her brows, "When we were young, people often confused us. We are obviously not twins."
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Sun Yi, an observer from Vault 71." Doctor Sun extended his right hand to Jiang Chen.
Holding his right hand and shaking it, Jiang Chen looked at him and briefly introduced himself again.
"Jiang Chen, NAC Marshal."
Letting go of his hand, Dr. Sun smiled kindly at Jiang Chen and then spoke.
"Because we have the same surname, I have a deeper impression of that little girl. Since my sister is here, you should know her sister."
"Yes." Jiang Chen nodded.
More than just acquaintance, she was the first person he met when he came to this world.
Sun Xiaorou held her chin and thought for a moment before asking out her confusion. "But... even if you have met my sister, she was just a baby at that time. You probably haven't seen her when she grows up. But why did you mistake me for your sister?"
Dr. Sun smiled and said, "At that time, there was a baby boom in the shelter and there was a shortage of doctors. I was responsible for delivering the baby. Through DNA reduction technology, we can tell you what you will look like in the future 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 clearly.
Jiang Chen took out a diary from his pocket and placed it on the table. "Did you put this diary in the director's office?"
“The diary was originally there, I just moved his body back to where it should be.
"
The person Sun Yi mentioned must be the deceased director of the shelter.
"A few pages were torn out of the diary."
"A few pages were originally torn out of the diary, and it was stolen by its owner... Of course, I don't think you are very interested in the past events of Vault 71."
"On the contrary." 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 what you, as an observer... have done. field experiment.”
"Observer? You actually know this word." A trace of nostalgia appeared on Sun Boyi's face, "Even I almost forgot about it."
After a pause, he looked at Jiang Chen and made an inviting gesture to the chair next to him.
"Feel free to sit down, this story may be a bit long."
…
When I wake up from hibernation. This is already its tenth year.
Eight years ago, the director ordered the security personnel to capture my laboratory, burn my hard work, and snatch the golden apple from my hands. But he didn't kill me. Instead, he said, "When the shelter opens, someone will judge your crimes" and put me in a dormant chamber.
His arrogance made me uneasy.
Not because of the impossible judgment, but because of his unrealistic fantasy about the outside world.
If he holds on to this illusion, his naivety will sooner or later kill everyone in the shelter, which will be many more people than I killed.
And definitely for some boring reason...
I stumbled and fell into my chair.
I stared blankly at the shelter promotional mural on the wall, emptying my brain to adapt to this unnatural sense of difference in time and space.
Eight years is like a dream.
As soon as I closed my eyes and opened my eyes, everything outside the glass window was covered with thick dust. Time has mottled everything, but it has not mottled the me in the mirror.
The golden apple has been destroyed. It seems that the arrogant director crushed the treasure in front of me after pressing the activation button of the dormant chamber.
In any case, my mission is over.
When I step out of that cordon. As I expected, the place was abandoned.
When I stepped through the iron gate, just as I expected, everything outside had been destroyed by nuclear war.
This outcome is obviously predictable. However, most people always hold on to unrealistic fantasies and eventually drown in their dreams.
Someone said a long time ago that it only takes two nuclear bombs to destroy the world. The first one is called fear, and the second one is called revenge.
I can't remember his name, but one thing is for sure. He has been promoted from sociologist to prophet.
There were several iron buildings on the surface. I remember those things. They were the war storage in the shelter. The AC flag, which had been burned to nothing but dregs, satirically matched the posters reflected on the subway.
If the gate is 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 belonged to someone I don’t know, and a diary with many pages torn out, these were all the supplies I could collect.
I considered going back to sleep.
Ten years is too short. If we "time travel" to 1,000 years later, the situation will definitely be much better than now.
No matter it is a deserted wasteland by then, or a city built by new humans.
If it's the former, I can revive AC civilization through the cloning technology in other shelters. If it’s the latter, the Museum of New Humanity should provide me with a well-paid job, telling primary school students in social practice how the people in front of the station live and how they ruin themselves...
No matter which choice I made, however, there were pressing matters that had to be addressed.
With no energy and no food, I had to go to the ruins to find something useful.
At least, you have to gather enough nuclear fusion cores and a few nutrient mixtures needed for the dormant chamber.
Before looking for other survivors, I first changed out of this blue skin.
If all the newbies were wearing similar clothes, I have reason to believe that this blue suit would cause me trouble.
Just like civilization, it has an inherent attraction to barbarism.
It took me a while to find something that fit me, but I eventually settled on a faded suit and wore a body armor underneath.
Following the road, I walked all the way to the city.
Zombies, mutated creatures, predators, mutants... and cannibal tribes.
There was danger everywhere, and I only had 14 rounds of ammunition—two magazines.
Hospitals, schools, automated factories... these places where nuclear fusion cores may appear have already been visited by scavengers. Traces of human activities can be seen in some survivor settlements, but for safety reasons, I did not approach them rashly.
After all, this is the end of the world.
Later, by chance, I rescued a businessman from the mouth of a zombie and exchanged the crystals on my hands for some useful things.
He took me to Hezhu City and told me that as long as I have Yajing, anything can be bought here, whether it is a woman or a man.
If it's not on the market, go to a bar.
My life became a lot easier after meeting survivors. After learning that there was a shortage of doctors here, I opened a clinic here and charged Ya Jing to treat patients. Then use these sub-crystals to issue a commission to acquire nuclear fusion cores in the tavern.
A lot of things happened this year. No matter what, I managed to get 10 nuclear fusion cores.
This kind of nuclear fusion battery is very efficient. If it is just used to maintain the dormant chamber, one battery is enough for me to sleep for 100 years.
I closed the clinic, declined the offers from the president, congressmen, and friends to stay, and returned to Vault 71.
But just a second before I was about to lie down in the dormant chamber, I hesitated. (.)