Chapter 118 This is not our return to earth
Shelter No. 8.
Shen Bei slowly woke up from a deep coma, and the world in front of him gradually condensed from chaos.
He found himself in a huge transparent cylinder.
The surface of the shell was flowing with a faint golden light, and the shell like liquid metal reflected the complex circuit texture.
The liquid in the cabin was clear and transparent, surrounding his scarred body, as if it was an amber crystal suspended in the river of time.
The cabin wall was inlaid with countless micro-mechanical arms and life-support pipes.
Shen Bei's mind was groggy, and he used all his strength to pull open the pipe and push open the shell.
He looked up and looked around.
This is a medical room.
The deep dark purple light flowed down from the embedded pipes on the ceiling and sprinkled on the polished chrome workbench.
In the corner, a series of sophisticated biological monitors emitted a faint blue fluorescence, and the data stream jumped on its display screen like stars.
The air was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant, mixed with the subtle smell of electricity emitted by advanced medical equipment.
Shen Bei stumbled a few steps, slipped, and fell to the ground.
He began to examine his body.
The skin that was originally corroded by Ba Ziyang's death breath has recovered as before.
In fact, the skin is whiter and tenderer like milkshake.
At this moment.
Shen Bei heard the door open, and before he turned his head, a voice came: "Hey! My Bei, why did you come out?"
It was Niu Ben.
At this time, he held a popsicle in his hand, regardless of the cold, stuffed the whole thing into his mouth, and helped Shen Bei up.
And took a set of clothes from the wall and put it on the bed.
Shen Bei looked at Niu Ben in a strange way.
The length of the popsicle...
Niu Ben's throat is really deep.
"Come on, sit down and rest for a while."
Shen Bei leaned on the chair and breathed calmly for about three minutes before gradually controlling the rhythm of his body.
Shen Bei shook his head: "How many days has it been?"
"Ten days."
"We should go back."
Niu Ben was silent for a moment, and said with difficulty: "I think Shelter No. 8 is not bad..." Shen Bei stared at Niu Ben and asked: "Do you know how to butcher an ox?"
Niu Ben laughed: "Do you really think I'm an uneducated idiot? You want to say that my skills are very skilled and I can get a position here, right?"
"No." Shen Bei narrowed his eyes and explained: "Butchering an ox is not about practice makes perfect, but about going with the flow."
Niu Ben was stunned for a moment.
"And I am your "trend", do you understand?"
Niu Ben smacked his lips and was silent for a moment, naturally understanding what Shen Bei meant.
But he turned and said, "But you have a sister here."
Shen Bei lowered his eyes.
Back then, he and Ba Ziyang exchanged injuries and fought to the death.
Or Shen Bei underestimated Ba Ziyang's vitality after his transformation.
At that time, Shen Bei was extremely calm about death.
It was as if this time travel was just a short dream.
Just a passerby.
And at the last moment, when Ba Ziyang stomped on his head.
Shen Nan fell from the sky, carrying a dazzling light, and no one knew what supernatural power he used, and killed Ba Ziyang with one move.
The original owner's memory of Shen Nan's appearance was already extremely vague.
And at the moment when Shen Nan stretched out his hand and pulled Shen Bei up, the crazy surging memories pierced Shen Bei's mind.
But the memories were a little strange.
They had the same parents, but they didn't know.
They also knew where they came from.
These memories were completely absent.
What can be seen is that the original owner started mining.
The original owner relied on a meager income to support his young sister.
If there were no resources in the place where Titans appeared, the original owner could only pick some fruits to fill his stomach.
Sometimes he couldn't even drink clean water.
The lips were cracked and the skin was dry.
Even so, the original owner was still full of infinite motivation.
And this motivation was his smiling sister Shen Nan.
The most heartwarming scene was when the two sat on the edge of the RV, watching the sunset.
The sunset was like a broken molten gold plate, hanging on the edge of the rusty skyline, pouring down its last afterglow. The sky was like a yellowed old photo, mottled.
They sat side by side, wearing worn and colorful cloaks, and their faces were coated with a warm golden edge under the reflection of the sunset.
The little boy held a sharpened short knife in his hand and was cutting the first strips of meat he had obtained in a month.
The little girl was holding a patched doll, giggling and eating the hard-earned food, with curiosity and longing for the unknown world in her eyes.
They stared at the setting sun together, letting the evening breeze brush across their tender cheeks and take away the dust.
At that moment, the soft light of the sunset seemed to gently embrace them, stretching their shadows for a long time.
At that time, it was the original owner who held the little Shen Nan.
And now, it was Shen Nan who reached out and held Shen Bei.
The two met again.
The conversation was also very concise.
"Brother."
"Yeah."
One word per person.
The wind was light at that time, for fear of blowing away a syllable and letting the other person not hear it.
Needless to say, after more than ten years of separation, they met again unexpectedly, and one word was enough.
Then Shen Bei said one more word, mentioned Niu Ben, and fainted.
...
At this time, Shen Bei shook his head and said in a flat tone: "I don't belong here, and you don't belong here either."
"We can join."
Niu Menben clapped his fingers and tempted Shen Bei: "You may not know where Shelter No. 8 is. Let me explain it to you."
"The world of escape, the home of the Spider Queen, the top combat power!"
"If you look at the medical equipment here, it is obviously an era ahead of other shelters!"
"I'm afraid only the sanctuary of the Almighty God can compare with it."
"Furthermore, as far as I know, your sister has a high status in Shelter 8. She seems to have a deep relationship with the Spider Queen."
Shen Bei rolled his eyes.
Can it be lower?
Back then, the Spider Queen personally got out of the car, squatted in front of little Shen Nan and took her away hand in hand.
Shen Bei looked directly at Niu Dunben and asked a fatal question: "What can you do in Sanctuary 8? You Wuchang can like your ability, but the Spider Queen may not."
"Don't you understand that I would rather be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix?"
Faced with Shen Bei's statement, Niu Menben gritted his teeth and kept pumping his cheeks: "Actually, I still have something more powerful than the Second Awakening Potion. If I take it out, the Spider Queen will have to meet it in person. Me, this thing is——"
There was a loud sound.
Shen Bei suddenly rushed forward, grabbed Niu Dunben's mouth, and growled in a low voice: "Did I tell you not to expose your abilities at will! Where is this place? What if there is a monitoring device! "
Niu Menben's eyes narrowed, but he said nonchalantly: "What's wrong with me just relying on my own ability to stay?"
Shen Bei stared at this ignorant and dangerous 250 in the wilderness.
"Are your things definitely yours? Your ability is your own ability?"
Shen Bei sat down again: "No matter where you are, your life is not your own!"
Niu Dunben was speechless and stunned.
There was silence for a while.
Niu Dunben sucked the popsicle: "Why don't you stay here? Don't you want to be with your sister?"
Shen Bei took a deep breath: "She doesn't need me to worry about her."
A simple sentence.
Niu Dunben seemed to taste the complicated and helpless emotions.
It's like being cut incessantly, cutting back into chaos, an emotion that cannot be described in words or seen directly.
It's too complicated.
Niu Dunben couldn't understand.
Shen Bei stood up and walked outside: "Get ready and go where we should go."
…
Shen Bei walked out of the medical room.
In front of you is a long corridor.
The ceiling is LED light, which emits soft light.
The power supply alone is enough to show that the resources of Shelter 8 are many times stronger than those of Shelter 36.
At the same time, various medical staff wearing white coats walked around.
After seeing Shen Bei, he just nodded slightly and didn't ask too much.
Shen Bei walked out.
This is the second floor of the shelter.
At a glance, the houses here are tall, big, and beautiful.
The appearance is harmonious and unified.
But Shen Bei always had a monotonous sense of déjà vu.
Cold, stiff style.
Although it looks more beautiful.
But it is far inferior to the pyrotechnics brought by the various architectural styles of 36 Shelter.
There were no noisy drunks to be seen, and the silence was uncomfortably quiet.
Meanwhile, the second level functions much like any other shelter.
Various crops are planted on large tracts of land, which are green and growing happily.
Shen Bei faced the hot wind and continued to move forward.
No wandering around here is allowed.
Of course, this does not mean a restricted area.
But the road.
There are crosswalks on the road.
There are specific arrows to follow.
Two people in a row, three people in a file.
Crossing or taking shortcuts is not allowed until the arrow turns.
The main focus is order and self-discipline.
Shen Bei followed the two of them.
Not long after, a strange building appeared in the field of vision.
It looks like a Ferris wheel, except it's not round, but in the shape of a spider web.
It should be connected using modules, and there are various rooms, offices, etc. inside.
Shen Bei didn't need to think too much, it must be the permanent residence of the Spider Queen.
Soon, Shen Bei came to the material warehouse.
Follow the rules of each shelter.
Outsiders must take off all their weapons, store them in the supply warehouse, and pick them up when they leave.
When Shen Bei woke up, his armor, weapons, and backpack were all gone.
Naturally, it is stored here.
Shelter No. 8 divides each department into details.
If it is placed in Shelter 36, you will have to contact the logistics department.
Shen Bei walked in, made an announcement, and took back his belongings.
A pile of rags.
The armor has all been scrapped, like the last scrapped robot in the final battle.
It is full of scars, pitted and rolled up, giving it the impression of an aging cow.
The staff on the side asked kindly: "Do you need to clean up the garbage?"
Shen Bei naturally meant what he said.
Except for the firearms, the armor was already a pile of junk.
The best destination is to throw it into a furnace, resmelt it into iron, and make a screw or something.
Shen Bei shouldered the gun, hugged the armor and said with a smile, "No need, I'll take it home."
The staff looked at Shen Bei's retreating back and felt dazed for a moment.
go home?
Go home with scraps of metal?
Is this person sick?
He actually develops anthropomorphic emotions for scrap metal.
Freak!
