I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

"That is my sister." Sun Xiaorou shook his head and smiled. "Although our sisters are really pretty."

Dr. Sun squatted and smiled.

"Is it? Sorry."

"Nothing." Sun Xiaorou shook his head, and there was a touch of nostalgia between the eyebrows. "Sometimes people often confuse us when they were young, obviously not twins."

"I introduce myself, my name is Sun Boyi, the observer of the shelter No. 71." Dr. Sun extended his right hand to Jiang Chen.

Holding his right hand and shaking, Jiang Chen looked at him and re-introduced a simple self-introduction.

"Jiang Chen, marshal nac."

Release his hand, Dr. Sun smiled kindly at Jiang Chen and then began to speak.

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

"Well." Jiang Chen nodded.

It’s more about knowing that when I came to the world, the person he first met was her.

Sun Xiaorou held his chin and thought for a moment, and asked the confusion in his heart. "But... even if you have seen my sister, she was just a baby at the time. You should have never seen her look like when she grew up, but why would you mistake me for my sister?"

Dr. Sun smiled and said, "The baby boom occurred in the refuge, the doctor was in short supply, and it was me who was responsible for the delivery of the wife. Through the DNA reduction technology, when you are not born, what will the future grow into, we I already know. Unfortunately, I didn’t see you growing up."

Sun Xiaorou nodded in no doubt.

Jiang Chen took a diary from his pocket and placed it on the table. "Is this diary, are you in the office of the director?"

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

In the mouth of Sun Bo, he should have been the director of the refuge that died.

"The diary was 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 the 71st refuge."

"Exactly the opposite." Jiang Chen shook his head. "If it is convenient, I hope that you can tell me what happened after that. Including the history of the 71st refuge, including you as an observer... That experiment."

"Observer? You actually know the word." Sun Boyi's face appeared a few traces of nostalgia, "I have forgotten myself."

After a pause, he took Jiang Chen and made a gesture of asking for the chair next to him.

"Sit casually, this story may be a bit long."

......

When I woke up from the dormant bin. It is already the tenth year.

Eight years ago, the commander of the security commander took my lab and fired my heart and took away the golden apple from my hand. However, he did not kill me, but said that "when the refuge is opened, someone will try your crimes" and so on, put me into the dormant position.

His arrogance made me feel uneasy.

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

If you hold this illusion, his innocence will kill the entire refuge sooner or later, which is much more than the one who killed me.

And definitely because of a boring reason...

I fell into my chair. I looked at the refuge propaganda mural on the wall and emptied my brain to adapt to this unnatural sense of time and space.

Eight years is like a dream.

When I closed my eyes and blinked, everything outside the glass window was covered with thick dust. Time has eclipsed everything, but there is no me in the mottled mirror.

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

Anyway, my mission is over.

When I stepped out of the warning line. As I expected, it has been abandoned.

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

This outcome is clearly predictable. However, most people always hold that unrealistic fantasy and eventually die in their dreams.

Someone said a long time ago that only two nuclear bombs were needed to destroy the world. The first one is called fear and the second one is revenge.

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

There are several iron houses on the surface, I remember those things, it is the battle reserve in the shelter. The pac flag, which has been burned with only slag, is satirized with the posters on the subway.

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

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

Why did the regular army lose to the refugees behind the weapons?

I think it is definitely not because of the shooting method, it must be the ridiculous humanity. The doctrine of civilized people.

I rummaged through the ruins and tried to find something useful.

A pistol, a photo of who doesn't know who it belongs to, and a diary that has been torn down a lot of pages, this is all the materials I can collect.

I have considered continuing to go back to sleep.

The time of ten years is too short. If the time travels to 1000 years, the situation must be much better than it is now.

No matter when it was a deserted wilderness, it was a city built by new humans.

If it is the former, I can recover the pac civilization through the cloning technique in other shelters. If it is the latter, the museum of the new man should give me a well-paid job, telling the social practice pupils how to live in front of the station, how to spoil themselves...

However, no matter what choice I make, the imminent things must be solved.

Without energy, no food, I have to go to the ruins to find something useful.

At the very least, you have to get enough nuclear fusion cores for dormant bins, and a few nutrient cocktails.

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

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

It is like civilization, born to be attractive to barbarism.

It took me a lot of time to find a fitted outfit. I finally chose a faded suit and put on a bullet-proof suit.

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

Zombies, mutants, predators, mutants... and tribes that eat people.

It’s dangerous everywhere, and the bullets in my hand are only 14 rounds and two clips.

Hospitals, schools, automated factories... These places where nuclear fusion cores may have been visited by scavengers. Some survivors live in places where they can see human activities, but for security reasons, I am not rushing close.

After all, here is the last days.

Later, because of an accident, I saved a businessman from the mouth of the zombie and changed the useful thing with the hand on the crystal.

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

If you don't have one on the market, go to the bar.

After getting in touch with the survivors, my days have been a lot easier. After learning that there was a lack of doctors here, I opened a clinic here to collect the seeds for medical treatment. Then use these sub-crystals to open a commission to acquire the nuclear fusion core at the pub.

A lot has happened during the year, and in any case, I have gotten 10 core fusion cores.

This nuclear fusion battery is very efficient, just to maintain a dormant position, one is enough for me to sleep for 100 years.

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

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