Chapter 646
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"That's my sister . " Sun Xiaorou shook her head with a smile . "Although we do look alike . "
Doctor Sun paused for a second before a smile appeared on his face .
"Oh? I do apologize . "
"It's okay . " Sun Xiaorou shook her head . Her eyebrows had a hint of reminiscence present . "People often mixed up the two of us when we were young, even when we're not twins . "
"Let me introduce myself . I'm Sun Boyi . " Doctor Sun extended his right hand to Jiang Chen .
Jiang Chen shook his hand, looked at him and also briefly reintroduced himself .
"Jiang Chen, the NAC General . "
Doctor Sun gave Jiang Chen a friendly smile before he continued .
"Because we share the same last name, my memory of that little girl is quite vivid . Since her younger sister is here, you should know her sister, right . "
"Mhmm . " Jiang Chen nodded .
She was the first person he met in this world .
Sun Xiaorou put a finger on her chin and asked the question troubling her mind . " But… even if you saw my sister, she was just a baby . You shouldn't have seen her as an adult right? So how could you have mistaken me for my sister?"
Doctor Sun smiled . "There was a flood of babies in the fallout shelter . Due to the lack of doctors, I was the doctor who completed the procedure . With the help of DNA replication technology, before you were all born, we already knew what you would look like in the future . But unfortunately, I didn't get to see you grow up . "
Sun Xiaorou nodded .
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Jiang Chen took out a diary from his pocket and placed it on the table . "Did you place the diary on the table of the director's office?"
"The diary was there from the beginning . I just moved his body back where he was supposed to be . "
Sun Baoyi must've been referring to the deceased fallout shelter director .
"There are a few pages ripped out from the diary . "
"Pages from the diary were already ripped out from the beginning by its owner… Of course, I think you wouldn't be too interested in Fallout Shelter 071's past . "
"On the contrary," Jiang Chen shook his head, "If it's convenient for you, I hope you can tell me what happened afterward . Including the history of Fallout Shelter 071, as well as the observer… the experiments you conducted . "
"The observer? You know this word . . . " Melancholy surfaced on Sun Baoyi's face . "Even I almost forgot . "
He paused, looked at Jiang Chen, and invited him to sit down .
"Feel free to sit . This story is quite long . "
…
When I woke up from the hibernation chamber, it was already the tenth year .
Eight years prior, the director ordered security to attack my lab and made all my efforts go down the drain . He also stole the Golden Apple . He didn't kill me, but instead, he said, "Once the fallout shelter opens, people will punish you for your crimes . " He shut me into the hibernation chamber .
His arrogance made me uncomfortable .
It wasn't because the punishment would never arrive, but it was because of the unrealistic fantasy he had of the outside world .
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With this fantasy, his naivety would inevitably kill everyone in the fallout shelter, much more than the people I killed .
And it would be for an extremely boring reason…
I sat in the chair trembling while blankly staring at the propaganda poster in the fallout shelter . I tried to empty my mind in order to get accustomed to the unnatural time difference .
Eight years . It was just like a dream .
My eyes closed, eyes opened, and everything outside the glass window was covered in thick dust . Time muddied everything, but it didn't muddy me in the mirror .
The Golden Apple was destroyed; the arrogant Mr . Director destroyed it after he pressed the button to start the hibernation chamber .
Regardless, my mission ended .
When I stepped over the security line, just like I expected, everything here was abandoned .
When I stepped through the metal door, just like I expected, everything outside was destroyed in the nuclear war .
The ending could've been foreseen, but most people always maintained an unrealistic fantasy before finally drowning in their dreams .
Someone said a long time ago that only two nuclear bombs were needed to destroy the world - the first being fear, and the second being vengeance .
I don't remember his name anymore, but I'm certain about one thing . He was elevated from a sociologist to a prophet .
There were a few metal shacks on the surface . I remember those things - they were strategic reserves in the fallout shelter . The PAC flag burnt to dust fitted satirically well with the propaganda posters on the train .
Once the door opened, the survivors would have to rely on those tools to rebuild their home in the ruins .
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But from the bones and bullet marks, I already guessed their fate .
How could trained forces lose to refugees with primitive weapons?
My guess was that they didn't die because of the force's shooting skills; it must've been due to comical humanitarianism as well as courtesies extended by the civilized .
I dug through the shelves in the ruins to search for anything useful .
A pistol, a picture belonging to god knows who, and a diary with many pages ripped out - they were all the supplies I could gather .
I considered going back to sleep .
Ten years was too short . If I "time traveled" to 1000 years later, the situation would probably be much better .
Whether it was just a barren field outside or a city built by the new humans .
If it was the former, I could use the human clone technology in the other fallout shelters to restart the PAC civilization . If it was the latter, museums created by new humans could provide with a well-paying job to teach elementary students participating in social awareness activities about how the people before the war lived, how they tarnished themselves…
Regardless of the choice I made, there were urgent matters I had to take care of first .
There was no power and no food; I had to find useful things among the ruins .
I had to at least gather enough nuclear fusion cores needed for the hibernation chamber and a few nutrient supplies .
Before I searched for other survivors, I had to replace the blue skin I was wearing .
If all the newbies who just left their nest wore similar clothes, I had enough reason to believe this blue skin would bring me trouble .
Just like how a civilization naturally attracted barbarians .
It took me quite a while to find well-fitting clothes . Finally, I chose a suit whose color was fading and wore a bulletproof vest inside .
Along the highway, I walked all the way into the city .
Zombies, mutants, raiders, mutated humans… and cannibals .
There was danger everywhere, but I only had 14 bullets – 2 clips .
Hospitals, schools, automated factories… all these places could have nuclear fusion cores, but they had all been rummaged by scavengers . There were survivor gathering spots where human activity could be seen, but out of safety considerations, I didn't dare to approach them .
Since this was the apocalypse .
Later on, I incidentally saved a merchant from zombies and used the crystals I had to trade for some useful items .
He took me to Zhonghe City and told me that as long as I had crystals, I could buy anything there, whether it was men or women .
If it didn't exist on the market, I could just go to the bar .
After reaching out to survivors, my life became a lot easier . When I knew they lacked doctors here, I opened a clinic to treat patients in exchange for crystals . Then with those crystals, I placed orders for nuclear fusion cores at the bar .
A lot of things happened in that year, but I managed to collect ten nuclear fusion cores .
The nuclear fusion core batteries were highly efficient . If they were just used to maintain the hibernation chamber, one would be enough to last me 100 years of sleep .
I closed the clinic and refused the president's, parliament members', and friends' invitations to stay . I returned to Fallout Shelter 071 .
But the second before I laid in the hibernation chamber, I hesitated .