Walk to the gate of Sanctuary No. 100.
The darkest one found the terminal for contact on the wall next to the door, pulled out a data cable from the VM worn on the left arm, and inserted it into the interface below the terminal.
Looking at the green light flashing in the signal light, expressions of joy and surprise appeared on the faces of the players.
It's hard to imagine.
After soaking in sewage and garbage for so many years, this electronic device produced two centuries ago can still be started!
I have to say that this Renlian’s black technology is still something.
Just when I opened the mini program of the scientific research team at the darkest point and imported the electronic key into the terminal to wait for the reading bar, Chu Guang, who was in Camp No. 101, was also paying attention to the situation of Sanctuary No. 100.
Sitting on Chu Guang's shoulder, Xiao Qi suddenly opened her eyes and looked at him.
The terminal has traces of use.
Chu Guang looked at it and asked.
Hasn't the door been opened?
A stream of data flashed in the light blue eyes, and Xiaoqi muttered as she touched her chin.
Well… The power system of the gate was indeed closed for two centuries, but there were records of access in 2190.
2190.
That is, the 61st year of the Wasteland Era?
Chu Guang nodded thoughtfully.
Actually, it is not difficult to understand.
According to Dr. Method, Camp 101 had attempted to explore Shelter 100 before, but in the end he gave up because the conditions did not allow it.
The 101 refuge was launched after the disintegration of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee, and the time should be 2174, that is, the 45th year of the Wasteland Era.
During the period from 45 to 61 of the Wasteland Era, Camp No. 101 is likely to have appeared. After all, according to Dr. Methods, although Sanctuary No. 101 is isolated from the world, it has not completely cut off its connection with the outside world. It has been enlightening some wandering wasteland tourists and conducting indirect scientific investigations into the outside world through them.
At that time, there were not so many extreme mutant creatures that were flooding in the wasteland, and it was entirely possible for residents of Camp No. 101 to reach the entrance of Shelter No. 100 through diving equipment.
Just as one person and one AI communication was communicated, my darkest VM had already obtained the permission to start the shelter.
And at this moment, a silver metal ball appeared on the terminal's display screen.
welcome!Friends of the future!You finally found us, and we thought you had forgotten us. By the way, how many years are it now?How many colonized planets do we have?I have said a long time ago that there will definitely be problems if there is only one Aurora star!If we had a hundred aurora stars, those bad things would never happen.
I was the darkest part of what he said, so I could only answer from the part I could understand.
In the year 2342 of the Renlian calendar, 213 of the Wasteland Era, it’s a pity that we are still on the home planet... By the way, do you not even have a timer?
The metal ball seemed to be stunned, and the frequency of shaking seemed a little anxious.
Wait, still on the parent star?You mean there isn't one?How is this possible!Where is the Star of the Continent?It’s time to go to Zhiyuan Star to Zhiyuan!
Going to the far-reaching star?
I thought about it for a long time before I remembered that it seemed to be the place where the company's colonial ship originally planned to go, and said with a subtle expression.
No... If you are talking about Zhiyuan, they did not leave the solar system at all, but took the initiative to strand in the Yunjian Province and rebuilt a city there according to the standards of the colonies. I heard that they took in many survivors.
The silver metal ball seemed to be stunned for a while, and sipped his mouth like a flip, and it took a long time to squeeze out a sentence.
What a waste...
I don't understand what waste it means, but he cares more about what this guy is than this.
I call me the darkest, what about you?What is it called?
Bells... They all call me that because I always sing and whisper when I walk and talk, like rusty bells.My designer designed me before 55,845 work cycles. He felt that when the door opens again, there should be a new world outside, and someone would take me to work in the museum or something, but now it seems that his wish should be disappointed.
It seemed as if it had lost its initial vitality, the silver metal ball drooped its soft antenna and muttered itself.
The clueless words seemed to be answering the visitor's inquiries, and also to complain about their own destiny.
I calculated with my fingers. If the work cycle refers to the number of days, wouldn’t it correspond to more than 55,000 work cycles... more than 150 years?!
In other words, this guy has existed since the Wasteland Era about 60 years and has lived until February 213 of the Wasteland Era!
Looking at the door, I was the darkest who counted with my fingers, and I smacked my mouth like a slap.
Is it the darkest?... I have to say, you are indeed dark enough.
After taking a look at the sewage and mud on my body, I patted my dirty breastplate the darkest, rolled my eyes and said.
Anyway, can you open the door?We've given you a password.
Bell: Of course, you can come in at any time, just gently press the door opening button on your terminal... Or do you think all doors should be opened for you by yourself?
Listening to this guy's nonsense, I rolled my eyes the darkest and poked my index finger on the VM's screen.
Accompanied by a shaking tremor and creaking friction, the giant metal gear slowly rolled to one side, leaving a hole that was two cars wide.
A step leads directly to the spacious buffer zone, and directly opposite the opening are two tightly closed air gates with transparent windows.
The orange and yellow lights and warning lights lit up one after another, and the shadows cast by the metal parts flickered and swayed on the ground, accompanied by a jingle and clanging sound.
The entire refuge is like an elderly gasoline engine. The new spark plug ignited the fuel tank that has been settled for many years, and it reluctantly opened its turbid eyes.
My darkest VM screen shows that the fusion heap of this refuge has been reignited and all facilities have been switched from backup power to regular power.
Chu Guang, who was peeking at the screen in Camp No. 101, couldn't help but feel slightly moved.
The fusion reactor at Sanctuary No. 100 actually has the remaining fuel!
Just as I was stunned by the changes in front of me, several ghost-faced insects suddenly rushed out, scaring him so much that he almost raised the gun in his hand.
Hey!Wait, these little guys are harmless
Seeing his muzzle lifting, the bell was also startled and tried to stop it, but I had already pulled the trigger.
Amid the gunfire, several ghost-faced insects instantly landed on the rusty corridor, bursting into their stomachs.
Looking at the dead little guys, the bell on the screen complained with regret.
You executioner!You actually killed them all!
I didn't dare to be careless. I checked the passage behind the door carefully, then made a gesture with my teammates behind me, and sent out five people to advance forward, clearing out the alien species that might be hiding in the buffer area, and I stayed at the door for the time being.
Looking at the bell that was still regretting those little lives, he pressed down the muzzle in his hand and resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
They are not interested in you because you are a robot. We have encountered this thing many times along the way in the past... They pounced on us as soon as they saw us.
The bell was stunned for a moment.
Wait, you just said...you encountered this thing outside?
I'm the darkest: That's right, what's wrong?
Incredible... The bell whispered in a low voice, his tone full of surprise. Logically speaking, this is impossible. It has never been opened after the door was closed, and it has never been once. It is impossible for them to go out... Could it be that somewhere was leaked?Strange.
Looking at the nagging robot, the Ten-Pistol Man and Broken Leg Kevin who followed me the darkest, looked at each other and exchanged a few words in a low voice.
Why do I feel familiar?
+1
Looking at the surprised bell, I frowned slightly at the darkest.
Do you know them?
Lingling cleared her throat and said in a casual tone.
Of course, they are called 'crab', which can provide rich chitin, natural polymers, and high-quality industrial raw materials.In addition, the protein and nutrients it provides are also rare good things, and feeding them only requires a little bit of domestic waste.It is not an exaggeration to say that this is one of the greatest achievements of this museum, no, the shelter.
My blackest brow twitched, and I couldn't feel how great this aggressive gadget could be called.
We call it the ghost-faced worm.
Hearing this interesting name, the bell let out a sour laugh, and the weirdness echoed in the dark subway tunnel.
Ghost-faced worm?This name sounds good too... Just follow your name, it already belongs to you anyway.
Can you take us to visit here?
I tried to make a request, and the silver metal ball on the screen did not hesitate and simply clicked on the round head.
No problem, this is my job, come with me.
As he said that, the bell turned around.
Just as I was hesitating about how to keep up with him, the iron gate in the buffer zone in front opened with a loud bang.
A silver metal ball was quietly placed over the head of a four-legged robot about the size of a washbasin and flat.
What are you waiting for at the door?Come in quickly.
The darkest exchanged glances with the few people next to me, followed the robot who claimed to be a bell, crossed the two air gates in the buffer zone, and entered the interior of the shelter.
The situation here is not as bad as expected. Even after soaking underwater for many years, no sewage seeps in from the outside. Even the bells that have lived here for a century and a half can't figure out how those bugs ran outside.
However, even if it is not as bad as expected, the situation here is definitely not optimistic.
A large number of crumbs occupied this refuge, where they built nests, filling all the gaps that might hide dirt like cockroaches, and black waste was covered with black waste, not only that, but also the greasy carp and fist-sized eggs they shed.
Looking at the few ghost-faced insects that made the sound of waving and waving, the ten players in my darkest group skillfully raised their guns and opened fire.
After a intensive gunshot, dozens of insects died instantly, and together with the insect eggs in the room, they turned into dark green slurry.
He operated the four mechanical feet and sensibly avoided the wreckage all over the ground. The bell sitting above the head of the four-legged robot no longer called these visitors the executioner, but just a soft reminder.
These are good things. Those shedded carapaces are rich in chitin and can be used to make many excellent polymer materials... Most electronic devices and machines can use them.
I'm the darkest and I don't have time to pay attention to this guy at this moment.
Looking at the dead bodies and metabolites of the ghost-faced worms on the ground, he changed the empty magazines and reported to the back his scalp for reporting on what he found in the shelter.
...This is my darkest. I have entered the 100th refuge. There are metabolites and eggs of ghost-faced insects everywhere. There may be tens of thousands of them, maybe hundreds of thousands!I recommend cutting off the shelter's air circulation system and coming back in a few days.
He now figured out where those mutated water strands came from.
I was attracted by these little guys for a long time!
There was a rustling sound in the communication channel, followed by the sound of Brother Quanshui.
I have reported the situation in the shelter to the manager…his reply is that the ventilation system in shelter 100 has failed.According to the analysis results of the self-test procedure, something should have blocked the filter element of the air inlet, maybe it was an insect egg or a shed shell. The ghost-faced worm active in the shelter should have flowed out from there to the outside world.
I asked numbly.
So...Is there no efficient way to solve the bugs here?
When can I kill one by one with a rifle?
At least you can get a bottle of insecticide!
Quanshui Commander: At present, there is no shortcut to go to the B2 floor to repair the ventilation system, but this is too embarrassing for you and me. We must at least clear out the alien species on the B1 and B2 floors before we can arrange for the air conditioner master of Camp No. 101 to come in... But these are the arrangements for the subsequent time, and we will eventually recycle the entire shelter, but this is not the work we are going to do today.
Clearing his throat, he continued.
To put it in the key point, our task is to recycle the black boxes stored in the B40-floor warehouse. There are about twenty of them, and you will only know after you go there.Then there is the log of the B51st floor manager's office, where the information needed by the manager is stored.In addition, the B100 layer monitors signals suspected of human life activities... but the signal is very strange and does not exactly match the signals of normal people.The first two are the main tasks, and the last one is the side line, that's it.
That's all.
And this refuge actually has a hundred floors!
I couldn't help rolling my eyes.
Can you come in and help?!
Commander of Quanshui smiled embarrassedly.
Sorry, brother, I am a little tricky with bugs like you... and I admit that I am a dog official, and I am better at talking than when I start.But don't worry!I will add a hundred brothers to you. You now have a company of troops, and this first-class merit will be yours when you go back!
My darkest: %￥!
Because there were too many complaints, he didn't know where to start complaining for a while, so he simply blew his mouth and hung up the communication.
I ignored my darkest conversation and couldn't understand what he was saying. Bell walked in front of him and said leisurely in the tone of a tour guide.
...The great refuge No. 100 once sheltered 30,300 residents, and their number peaked to 81,711.
Ten Punch Man couldn't help but say.
Eighty thousand people?here?
Although Tingquanshui mentioned in the communication channel that the shelter had a total of 100 floors, he still couldn't imagine that the shelter hidden in the tunnel could be stuffed into the population of nearly a city of Dawn.
If there is really that population capacity, it must be an underground city like Sanctuary No. 79, right?
But this place obviously doesn't look like that kind of place.
There was no surprise at all at all for his reaction. Bell just giggled and stopped in front of a moving door on the side of the hall.
...The horizon limits your imagination. Not to mention 80,000 people, in theory, this shelter can accommodate 200,000 people.
Just as he finished speaking, the moving door slowly opened upwards, and the world behind the door suddenly became clear.
It is completely different from occlusion outside of shelter.
I saw a spacious circular corridor that circled an extremely vast space in this underground world and connected hundreds of dense rooms together.
The entire refuge structure is like a vertically downward patio, with a hemispherical dome emitting beige light directly above it.
The light was like the sun engraved in the cave, falling into the bottomless patio.
The shed shells of the ghost-faced worm gathered into a honeycomb-shaped tower on the inner wall of the patio, and colorful sparkling light appeared under the illumination of the light.
Like a rainbow of physical existence!
And that's more than that.
In the circular corridor, the remains of scrapped exoskeletons and mechanical bodies were abandoned casually like garbage.
Among them, the most classic police equipment in the era of Renlian, the fifth-style exoskeleton, and the sixth-style heavy cavalry.
In addition, there are some machines that are more like engineering tools than weapons, such as several crab-shaped engineering robots, and they also wield their claws like pliers to participate in the battle.
Their bodies and surroundings are covered with dense bullet holes, and traces of explosives can be seen everywhere on the walls and on the ground.
The alien species active in the shelter gnawed on all the organic matter under the metal bones, and used pieces of shed carapace and mucus to assimilate the exoskeletons and mechanical bodies into part of the wall of the nest, forming the tomb called Sanctuary No. 100.
Looking at the eye-shaking scene, the players' eyes were straight, especially the darkest I was closest to the door, and almost subconsciously put a word from my mouth.
This light and shadow effect!
This scenario modeling!
Every frame of the picture seems to be burning!
It's like a bunker!
He seemed very satisfied with the shock on the faces of these visitors. After admiring the bell for a moment, he let out a few chucklings like sharp devices.
Riding on the four-legged robot through the moving door leading to the circular corridor, it stopped at the edge of the steep downward patio.
Welcome to Sanctuary 100, you are probably the first guests to set foot here since the gates closed two centuries ago.
I asked subconsciously after taking a look at the wreckage.
What exactly happened here?
Bell said slowly.
Many things have happened. If you start from scratch, it will be a long story. My master recorded the past here on his VM. That thing should be in the administrator's office. You can find out if you go there and take a look.
I continued to ask.
Is your master the manager here?
Manager?How is it possible? Are other shelters here to serve as managers?Lingling laughed out loud, no matter what, he is just a supervisor here... But my master is still very powerful, he lives until the end!Of course, it is hard to say whether this can be considered lucky.
Ten Punch Man looked at him blankly.
Supervision?
The bell said concisely.
The manager of Shelter No. 100 is not a human, but an AI with powerful computing power.Its name is ‘Tree’, and it has the highest authority in the shelter. Its responsibility is to make the most ideal decision based on the parameters feedback from the various sensor modules in the shelter.If a light bulb is broken, it will know better than the person under the light bulb and report it to the specific warehouse and workshop as soon as possible.
Supervision is the residents who ensure that the order of the "tree" can be executed.They are both residents of the shelter and are also part of the sensor module of the ‘tree’, responsible for overseeing the residents of the most unreliable modules of the shelter.
When it said this, it paused for a moment and teased in a touch of playful tone.
However, ‘supervision’ is just the name my master and his colleagues call him. Just like you gave the name ‘Ghost Face Worm’, those naughty refuge residents also do not like the official name, but secretly respect them as ‘treeman’ behind their backs.
The darkest one found the terminal for contact on the wall next to the door, pulled out a data cable from the VM worn on the left arm, and inserted it into the interface below the terminal.
Looking at the green light flashing in the signal light, expressions of joy and surprise appeared on the faces of the players.
It's hard to imagine.
After soaking in sewage and garbage for so many years, this electronic device produced two centuries ago can still be started!
I have to say that this Renlian’s black technology is still something.
Just when I opened the mini program of the scientific research team at the darkest point and imported the electronic key into the terminal to wait for the reading bar, Chu Guang, who was in Camp No. 101, was also paying attention to the situation of Sanctuary No. 100.
Sitting on Chu Guang's shoulder, Xiao Qi suddenly opened her eyes and looked at him.
The terminal has traces of use.
Chu Guang looked at it and asked.
Hasn't the door been opened?
A stream of data flashed in the light blue eyes, and Xiaoqi muttered as she touched her chin.
Well… The power system of the gate was indeed closed for two centuries, but there were records of access in 2190.
2190.
That is, the 61st year of the Wasteland Era?
Chu Guang nodded thoughtfully.
Actually, it is not difficult to understand.
According to Dr. Method, Camp 101 had attempted to explore Shelter 100 before, but in the end he gave up because the conditions did not allow it.
The 101 refuge was launched after the disintegration of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee, and the time should be 2174, that is, the 45th year of the Wasteland Era.
During the period from 45 to 61 of the Wasteland Era, Camp No. 101 is likely to have appeared. After all, according to Dr. Methods, although Sanctuary No. 101 is isolated from the world, it has not completely cut off its connection with the outside world. It has been enlightening some wandering wasteland tourists and conducting indirect scientific investigations into the outside world through them.
At that time, there were not so many extreme mutant creatures that were flooding in the wasteland, and it was entirely possible for residents of Camp No. 101 to reach the entrance of Shelter No. 100 through diving equipment.
Just as one person and one AI communication was communicated, my darkest VM had already obtained the permission to start the shelter.
And at this moment, a silver metal ball appeared on the terminal's display screen.
welcome!Friends of the future!You finally found us, and we thought you had forgotten us. By the way, how many years are it now?How many colonized planets do we have?I have said a long time ago that there will definitely be problems if there is only one Aurora star!If we had a hundred aurora stars, those bad things would never happen.
I was the darkest part of what he said, so I could only answer from the part I could understand.
In the year 2342 of the Renlian calendar, 213 of the Wasteland Era, it’s a pity that we are still on the home planet... By the way, do you not even have a timer?
The metal ball seemed to be stunned, and the frequency of shaking seemed a little anxious.
Wait, still on the parent star?You mean there isn't one?How is this possible!Where is the Star of the Continent?It’s time to go to Zhiyuan Star to Zhiyuan!
Going to the far-reaching star?
I thought about it for a long time before I remembered that it seemed to be the place where the company's colonial ship originally planned to go, and said with a subtle expression.
No... If you are talking about Zhiyuan, they did not leave the solar system at all, but took the initiative to strand in the Yunjian Province and rebuilt a city there according to the standards of the colonies. I heard that they took in many survivors.
The silver metal ball seemed to be stunned for a while, and sipped his mouth like a flip, and it took a long time to squeeze out a sentence.
What a waste...
I don't understand what waste it means, but he cares more about what this guy is than this.
I call me the darkest, what about you?What is it called?
Bells... They all call me that because I always sing and whisper when I walk and talk, like rusty bells.My designer designed me before 55,845 work cycles. He felt that when the door opens again, there should be a new world outside, and someone would take me to work in the museum or something, but now it seems that his wish should be disappointed.
It seemed as if it had lost its initial vitality, the silver metal ball drooped its soft antenna and muttered itself.
The clueless words seemed to be answering the visitor's inquiries, and also to complain about their own destiny.
I calculated with my fingers. If the work cycle refers to the number of days, wouldn’t it correspond to more than 55,000 work cycles... more than 150 years?!
In other words, this guy has existed since the Wasteland Era about 60 years and has lived until February 213 of the Wasteland Era!
Looking at the door, I was the darkest who counted with my fingers, and I smacked my mouth like a slap.
Is it the darkest?... I have to say, you are indeed dark enough.
After taking a look at the sewage and mud on my body, I patted my dirty breastplate the darkest, rolled my eyes and said.
Anyway, can you open the door?We've given you a password.
Bell: Of course, you can come in at any time, just gently press the door opening button on your terminal... Or do you think all doors should be opened for you by yourself?
Listening to this guy's nonsense, I rolled my eyes the darkest and poked my index finger on the VM's screen.
Accompanied by a shaking tremor and creaking friction, the giant metal gear slowly rolled to one side, leaving a hole that was two cars wide.
A step leads directly to the spacious buffer zone, and directly opposite the opening are two tightly closed air gates with transparent windows.
The orange and yellow lights and warning lights lit up one after another, and the shadows cast by the metal parts flickered and swayed on the ground, accompanied by a jingle and clanging sound.
The entire refuge is like an elderly gasoline engine. The new spark plug ignited the fuel tank that has been settled for many years, and it reluctantly opened its turbid eyes.
My darkest VM screen shows that the fusion heap of this refuge has been reignited and all facilities have been switched from backup power to regular power.
Chu Guang, who was peeking at the screen in Camp No. 101, couldn't help but feel slightly moved.
The fusion reactor at Sanctuary No. 100 actually has the remaining fuel!
Just as I was stunned by the changes in front of me, several ghost-faced insects suddenly rushed out, scaring him so much that he almost raised the gun in his hand.
Hey!Wait, these little guys are harmless
Seeing his muzzle lifting, the bell was also startled and tried to stop it, but I had already pulled the trigger.
Amid the gunfire, several ghost-faced insects instantly landed on the rusty corridor, bursting into their stomachs.
Looking at the dead little guys, the bell on the screen complained with regret.
You executioner!You actually killed them all!
I didn't dare to be careless. I checked the passage behind the door carefully, then made a gesture with my teammates behind me, and sent out five people to advance forward, clearing out the alien species that might be hiding in the buffer area, and I stayed at the door for the time being.
Looking at the bell that was still regretting those little lives, he pressed down the muzzle in his hand and resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
They are not interested in you because you are a robot. We have encountered this thing many times along the way in the past... They pounced on us as soon as they saw us.
The bell was stunned for a moment.
Wait, you just said...you encountered this thing outside?
I'm the darkest: That's right, what's wrong?
Incredible... The bell whispered in a low voice, his tone full of surprise. Logically speaking, this is impossible. It has never been opened after the door was closed, and it has never been once. It is impossible for them to go out... Could it be that somewhere was leaked?Strange.
Looking at the nagging robot, the Ten-Pistol Man and Broken Leg Kevin who followed me the darkest, looked at each other and exchanged a few words in a low voice.
Why do I feel familiar?
+1
Looking at the surprised bell, I frowned slightly at the darkest.
Do you know them?
Lingling cleared her throat and said in a casual tone.
Of course, they are called 'crab', which can provide rich chitin, natural polymers, and high-quality industrial raw materials.In addition, the protein and nutrients it provides are also rare good things, and feeding them only requires a little bit of domestic waste.It is not an exaggeration to say that this is one of the greatest achievements of this museum, no, the shelter.
My blackest brow twitched, and I couldn't feel how great this aggressive gadget could be called.
We call it the ghost-faced worm.
Hearing this interesting name, the bell let out a sour laugh, and the weirdness echoed in the dark subway tunnel.
Ghost-faced worm?This name sounds good too... Just follow your name, it already belongs to you anyway.
Can you take us to visit here?
I tried to make a request, and the silver metal ball on the screen did not hesitate and simply clicked on the round head.
No problem, this is my job, come with me.
As he said that, the bell turned around.
Just as I was hesitating about how to keep up with him, the iron gate in the buffer zone in front opened with a loud bang.
A silver metal ball was quietly placed over the head of a four-legged robot about the size of a washbasin and flat.
What are you waiting for at the door?Come in quickly.
The darkest exchanged glances with the few people next to me, followed the robot who claimed to be a bell, crossed the two air gates in the buffer zone, and entered the interior of the shelter.
The situation here is not as bad as expected. Even after soaking underwater for many years, no sewage seeps in from the outside. Even the bells that have lived here for a century and a half can't figure out how those bugs ran outside.
However, even if it is not as bad as expected, the situation here is definitely not optimistic.
A large number of crumbs occupied this refuge, where they built nests, filling all the gaps that might hide dirt like cockroaches, and black waste was covered with black waste, not only that, but also the greasy carp and fist-sized eggs they shed.
Looking at the few ghost-faced insects that made the sound of waving and waving, the ten players in my darkest group skillfully raised their guns and opened fire.
After a intensive gunshot, dozens of insects died instantly, and together with the insect eggs in the room, they turned into dark green slurry.
He operated the four mechanical feet and sensibly avoided the wreckage all over the ground. The bell sitting above the head of the four-legged robot no longer called these visitors the executioner, but just a soft reminder.
These are good things. Those shedded carapaces are rich in chitin and can be used to make many excellent polymer materials... Most electronic devices and machines can use them.
I'm the darkest and I don't have time to pay attention to this guy at this moment.
Looking at the dead bodies and metabolites of the ghost-faced worms on the ground, he changed the empty magazines and reported to the back his scalp for reporting on what he found in the shelter.
...This is my darkest. I have entered the 100th refuge. There are metabolites and eggs of ghost-faced insects everywhere. There may be tens of thousands of them, maybe hundreds of thousands!I recommend cutting off the shelter's air circulation system and coming back in a few days.
He now figured out where those mutated water strands came from.
I was attracted by these little guys for a long time!
There was a rustling sound in the communication channel, followed by the sound of Brother Quanshui.
I have reported the situation in the shelter to the manager…his reply is that the ventilation system in shelter 100 has failed.According to the analysis results of the self-test procedure, something should have blocked the filter element of the air inlet, maybe it was an insect egg or a shed shell. The ghost-faced worm active in the shelter should have flowed out from there to the outside world.
I asked numbly.
So...Is there no efficient way to solve the bugs here?
When can I kill one by one with a rifle?
At least you can get a bottle of insecticide!
Quanshui Commander: At present, there is no shortcut to go to the B2 floor to repair the ventilation system, but this is too embarrassing for you and me. We must at least clear out the alien species on the B1 and B2 floors before we can arrange for the air conditioner master of Camp No. 101 to come in... But these are the arrangements for the subsequent time, and we will eventually recycle the entire shelter, but this is not the work we are going to do today.
Clearing his throat, he continued.
To put it in the key point, our task is to recycle the black boxes stored in the B40-floor warehouse. There are about twenty of them, and you will only know after you go there.Then there is the log of the B51st floor manager's office, where the information needed by the manager is stored.In addition, the B100 layer monitors signals suspected of human life activities... but the signal is very strange and does not exactly match the signals of normal people.The first two are the main tasks, and the last one is the side line, that's it.
That's all.
And this refuge actually has a hundred floors!
I couldn't help rolling my eyes.
Can you come in and help?!
Commander of Quanshui smiled embarrassedly.
Sorry, brother, I am a little tricky with bugs like you... and I admit that I am a dog official, and I am better at talking than when I start.But don't worry!I will add a hundred brothers to you. You now have a company of troops, and this first-class merit will be yours when you go back!
My darkest: %￥!
Because there were too many complaints, he didn't know where to start complaining for a while, so he simply blew his mouth and hung up the communication.
I ignored my darkest conversation and couldn't understand what he was saying. Bell walked in front of him and said leisurely in the tone of a tour guide.
...The great refuge No. 100 once sheltered 30,300 residents, and their number peaked to 81,711.
Ten Punch Man couldn't help but say.
Eighty thousand people?here?
Although Tingquanshui mentioned in the communication channel that the shelter had a total of 100 floors, he still couldn't imagine that the shelter hidden in the tunnel could be stuffed into the population of nearly a city of Dawn.
If there is really that population capacity, it must be an underground city like Sanctuary No. 79, right?
But this place obviously doesn't look like that kind of place.
There was no surprise at all at all for his reaction. Bell just giggled and stopped in front of a moving door on the side of the hall.
...The horizon limits your imagination. Not to mention 80,000 people, in theory, this shelter can accommodate 200,000 people.
Just as he finished speaking, the moving door slowly opened upwards, and the world behind the door suddenly became clear.
It is completely different from occlusion outside of shelter.
I saw a spacious circular corridor that circled an extremely vast space in this underground world and connected hundreds of dense rooms together.
The entire refuge structure is like a vertically downward patio, with a hemispherical dome emitting beige light directly above it.
The light was like the sun engraved in the cave, falling into the bottomless patio.
The shed shells of the ghost-faced worm gathered into a honeycomb-shaped tower on the inner wall of the patio, and colorful sparkling light appeared under the illumination of the light.
Like a rainbow of physical existence!
And that's more than that.
In the circular corridor, the remains of scrapped exoskeletons and mechanical bodies were abandoned casually like garbage.
Among them, the most classic police equipment in the era of Renlian, the fifth-style exoskeleton, and the sixth-style heavy cavalry.
In addition, there are some machines that are more like engineering tools than weapons, such as several crab-shaped engineering robots, and they also wield their claws like pliers to participate in the battle.
Their bodies and surroundings are covered with dense bullet holes, and traces of explosives can be seen everywhere on the walls and on the ground.
The alien species active in the shelter gnawed on all the organic matter under the metal bones, and used pieces of shed carapace and mucus to assimilate the exoskeletons and mechanical bodies into part of the wall of the nest, forming the tomb called Sanctuary No. 100.
Looking at the eye-shaking scene, the players' eyes were straight, especially the darkest I was closest to the door, and almost subconsciously put a word from my mouth.
This light and shadow effect!
This scenario modeling!
Every frame of the picture seems to be burning!
It's like a bunker!
He seemed very satisfied with the shock on the faces of these visitors. After admiring the bell for a moment, he let out a few chucklings like sharp devices.
Riding on the four-legged robot through the moving door leading to the circular corridor, it stopped at the edge of the steep downward patio.
Welcome to Sanctuary 100, you are probably the first guests to set foot here since the gates closed two centuries ago.
I asked subconsciously after taking a look at the wreckage.
What exactly happened here?
Bell said slowly.
Many things have happened. If you start from scratch, it will be a long story. My master recorded the past here on his VM. That thing should be in the administrator's office. You can find out if you go there and take a look.
I continued to ask.
Is your master the manager here?
Manager?How is it possible? Are other shelters here to serve as managers?Lingling laughed out loud, no matter what, he is just a supervisor here... But my master is still very powerful, he lives until the end!Of course, it is hard to say whether this can be considered lucky.
Ten Punch Man looked at him blankly.
Supervision?
The bell said concisely.
The manager of Shelter No. 100 is not a human, but an AI with powerful computing power.Its name is ‘Tree’, and it has the highest authority in the shelter. Its responsibility is to make the most ideal decision based on the parameters feedback from the various sensor modules in the shelter.If a light bulb is broken, it will know better than the person under the light bulb and report it to the specific warehouse and workshop as soon as possible.
Supervision is the residents who ensure that the order of the "tree" can be executed.They are both residents of the shelter and are also part of the sensor module of the ‘tree’, responsible for overseeing the residents of the most unreliable modules of the shelter.
When it said this, it paused for a moment and teased in a touch of playful tone.
However, ‘supervision’ is just the name my master and his colleagues call him. Just like you gave the name ‘Ghost Face Worm’, those naughty refuge residents also do not like the official name, but secretly respect them as ‘treeman’ behind their backs.
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