This Game Is Too Realistic

"We're here."

Somewhere in the desert, the elevator leading to Vault 13 finally stopped.

Based on the time and speed of the elevator's descent, Zhuang Lan silently calculated that the area under her feet was at least a mile or even deeper from the surface.

The soldier wearing an exoskeleton walked to the front gate and put his arm on the workbench beside the wall to complete the verification of his identity information.

"Buzz..."

Along with a shaking tremor, a gap opened from the wall in front of the two people, and slowly expanded as the wall moved, finally giving way to a road more than ten meters wide.

Unbelievable.

That alloy wall is actually a door that fits perfectly!

It seems that during his absence, a lot of things happened at the Enlightenment Meeting...

Shocked by the recent changes in his old club, Zhuang Lan was secretly alert, but he did not write the unexpected expression on his face.

After all, her identity at this moment is Lieutenant "Malik", the captain of the Desert Scorpion Special Forces.

䀴"He" had been here before.

Xianyi also acquiesced to this, and the soldier had no intention of showing off. After completing the verification of his identity information, he turned around and faced "Malik", stood still and said.

"The Ministry of Internal Affairs just sent a message. They have approved the information you submitted. However, they still want to know some details about your experience during the escape and the combat effectiveness of the alliance's regular army. They will probably contact you to hold an inquiry meeting."

"When?"

"Three days later."

Malik looked at him expressionlessly and spread his hands.

"Why not now? Anyway, I am idle."

"We have to interrogate the guy you brought back from the alliance first to see what we can pry out of his mouth." After a pause, the soldier continued in a relaxed tone, "And you are my minister, we We have to settle you first, we can’t let you be treated the same as the prisoners.”

It seems that "Malik" has gained the trust of the Enlightenment Society.

Zhuang Lan breathed a sigh of relief, but the expression on his face did not change at all. He spoke solemnly and faithfully to his character.

"I don't dare to take it seriously. Although the intelligence system bears half of the blame, it is true that I messed up the matter...many people paid the price with their lives."

Seeing Malik who was slightly depressed, the soldier standing at the door comforted him.

"Don't blame yourself. We don't judge heroes by success or failure. You have done a great job by being able to capture one of them despite being ambushed by the Alliance... Of course, I'm sorry for what happened to your brothers."

He is also the leader of a group of boys.

It is precisely because of this that he understands how Malik feels at the moment.

Just as the two were talking, a tall and thin man walked out from behind the open giant alloy door.

He was wearing a silver-gray dress, and the stiff fabric was as smooth as silk, with no trace of dust visible.

Not only his clothes, but also his skin, which was as smooth and delicate as the alloy wall next to him, with an elegant and flawless complexion.

Appearance is probably his least worth mentioning advantage.

The propriety and elegance in his movements were like that of a butler in a noble manor in the classical period, as if no matter how trivial things were in his hands, they could be arranged in an orderly manner.

Although this person's appearance was no different from that of a real person, Zhuang Lan could still tell at a glance that he was not a real human being.

䀴 is a humanoid.

Things that are made from nature will definitely have flaws. Only man-made products can be so pure without a trace of impurities.

While Zhuang Lan was observing him, the man standing at the door nodded slightly and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Hello, Mr. Malik, I am your guide and living assistant during your stay in the 'Promised Land'. You can call me 'Butler'."

"Although you have been here before, our paradise was not completed at that time, and many things have changed since then."

"In order to help you adapt to life here as soon as possible, I will take you to get to know our home again."

Zhuang Lan nodded, then said goodbye to the soldier who brought her here, and then followed the android who called himself "Butler".

On the way to the shelter, the android kept introducing him to the situation in the "Promised Land", especially the recent changes.

According to the information received by the Watcher organization, Malik last went to the Paradise just a year ago and stayed in the Paradise for ten days.

In order to avoid exposing any flaws, Zhuang Lan did not say any unnecessary words, but occasionally inserted a few sentences to ask about unclear details.

After passing through a long corridor, the two came to a spacious underground space, and a giant gear-shaped gate came into view.

This gate is like the entrance to many shelters.

The only difference is that it is not embedded in the wall, but lies flat on the ground, just like the lifting platform of a freight elevator.

When she discovered this, Zhuang Lan was slightly surprised.

It’s hard to imagine how much energy is consumed by opening and closing this giant door at one time.

The Enlightenment's energy reserves may exceed the Watchers' expectations, and it would be great if their source of energy could be figured out.

While Zhuang Lan was silently calculating in his mind, the giant gear under their feet had begun to slowly sink, and an arch shaped like a tunnel entrance also appeared from the concrete wall on the side shortly after the platform descended.

That is the final door to Vault 13.

Holding back the excitement in her heart, Zhuang Lan followed the "butler" steadily, following it into the deepest part of the core secret of the Enlightenment Society——

This is the "handle" of the torch!

It is also the core of the Torch Plan!

Dazzling light shines at the end of the long corridor made of alloy.

When Zhuang Lan finally passed through the last tunnel, everything that caught her eye did not disappoint her, and even made her stunned on the spot in shock.

The scenery is bright and cheerful!

The space is enlarged geometrically, so much so that one can't help but suspect that he has traveled to another world or the ground.

I saw the majestic buildings standing on both sides of the vast space like a chasm. Looking up, I saw the blue sky, and looking down, I saw a bottomless abyss.

However, even the residents living on the lowest floor do not have to worry. The luminous strips embedded in the outer walls of the building will transmit the warm light all the way to the bottom of this "shelter", bringing unlimited prosperity and living to the bottom. Every resident of this shelter shares equally.

Translucent pipes and bridges intersect between the buildings, with crystal clear "crystal balls" connected in the middle.

They float between buildings like soap bubbles, containing some of the extinct natural scenery on this planet for people to watch and relax.

Long vehicles shuttle back and forth through thick tubes, either transporting passengers and cargo into the crystal balls embedded in the sky, or transporting them from one end of the shelter to the other.

It's like a city built in the crater of a volcano.

Of course, this is not a real crater, at least the sky above is fake.

Zhuang Lan knew exactly how long she had been in the elevator when she came down. The actual depth here would only be more exaggerated than her conservative estimate.

There is no doubt that the sun with its dazzling light is artificial.

Including the blue that is so clear that people can't take their eyes away, including the white clouds that look like cotton wool... these scenery are extremely rare in the wasteland.

It is no exaggeration to say that this world buried deep in the ground is indeed worthy of the title of "Promised Land".

Any wastelander standing here would call this place paradise without hesitation!

Looking at Mr. Malik who paused, the butler said in a gentle voice.

"We built this underground world according to the standards of the Dream City. You who came from that era must know what the Dream City I am talking about."

Zhuang Lan nodded gently.

She knew what it was.

Legend has it that in the distant era of prosperity, people were worried that the prosperity they had accumulated over many months would collapse overnight, so they established a second home in the eternal universe.

That is the City of Dreams.

It was a space residence that felt like spring all year round, with artificial day and night and gravity. It was a utopia that would not wither even if the prosperous world on the surface completely declined.

If the ideal city is the memory of the survivors of the good old days half a century ago, then the dream city embodies all the longings and imaginations of people in the prosperous era for the future life.

Looking at the nearest "soap bubble", Zhuang Lan, who stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, let out a sigh for a long time.

"My brothers and I were eating sand in the desert, but I didn't expect you to enjoy it."

This is not only Malik's emotion, but also her own emotion.

The butler said with a smile.

"Because the opportunity has arrived."

"Opportunity?"

"The opportunity to enter the Era."

The butler stretched out his index finger and pointed it on the transparent glass. Circles of transparent ripples spread from his fingertips. The entire glass wall seemed to have turned into a magnifying glass, directly "drag" the scenery in the distance. Standing in front of the two people at the entrance of the shelter.

As the scenery in the distance was magnified, Zhuang Lan not only saw the people in the park clearly, but also clearly saw the smiles on their faces.

"...Thanks to the help of heaven and earth, the situation is in our favor as never before. The top management has adjusted the strategy for the wasteland. From now on, we don't need to do anything, we just need to wait patiently. ”

Zhuang Lan frowned slightly.

She felt a little strange from just now. No one mentioned the establishment of the "Desert Scorpion" organization to her from beginning to end.

"What are you waiting for?"

"God's punishment."

"...God's punishment?" Zhuang Lan was stunned for a moment.

"That's right."

Facing Lieutenant "Mark"'s questioning gaze, the butler nodded slightly, then cast his gaze on the paradise land not far away, and said chilling words in a gentle tone.

"The flames of punishment will burn away the old world, and we will gain a resting and resting paradise in the new world...as a reward for helping the heavenly beings complete their mission."

When he said this, the housekeeper looked at "Mark" standing next to him and continued with a smile.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you just now that your mission is over."

Zhuang Lan asked.

"What do you mean it's over?"

The butler said in a gentle tone.

"This is what the top management means. You have to ask the insiders about which department it is. In short, they want us to convey to you that we have no plans to build the Desert Scorpion for the time being."

"Although there are still many soldiers performing field missions at this moment, apart from the current missions, there will not be more new missions in the future. After completing the missions, they will also return to this shelter one after another. In the meantime, we will calculate your merits based on your merits, and then arrange for you to live a better life in the new era. "

Zhuang Lan looked at it in astonishment and nodded slowly after a long time.

"It sounds pretty good...although it's a bit regretful."

The butler looked at him confused.

"Regret? I don't understand what you mean."

Zhuang Lan was silent for a while, then looked back at the corridor leading to the outside world behind him.

"My brother... I promised them that I would avenge them."

A confused expression appeared on the housekeeper's face, then he smiled softly and said in a gentle tone.

"That kind of thing is no longer necessary. Your enemies will eventually be wiped out in the heavenly punishment and become insignificant. The radioactive dust will drift away... Let the past hatred be left in the past. This will help us move forward. further."

Zhuang Lan nodded and cast his gaze at the distant Dome.

Gardening robots are mowing the lawn neatly, and people wearing blue coats are walking along the paths in the park, and some are walking their dogs.

The vending machines offer unlimited ice cream to the children, and the good-looking imitation people are handing out what are probably free balloons.

Sitting on the bench, the family was talking, laughing and chatting... maybe they were talking about the new era.

It was obviously as beautiful as a dream, but for some reason Zhuang Lan always had an unreal feeling in her heart.

It's not that those pictures are fake or holographic simulations.

Being engaged in intelligence work, she could tell that those people were undoubtedly real people... at least more real than the fake people standing next to him.

At this time, she suddenly remembered her first impression when she first met this "butler".

Everything created by nature will definitely have flaws. Only man-made products can be as pure as this without a trace of impurities.

That dome is similar to a living room.

Or rather——

This is true throughout the promised land.

People here are not living here, they are more like being held captive by something high above, arranged in rows of transparent crystal bubbles.

A shuddering feeling crawled into Zhuang Lan's heart, but when she met those smiling eyes, she nodded.

"Very good."

…

On the other side, in a small room on the surface above Vault 13, the medical miracle lying on the operating table was forcibly connected to the memory extractor and underwent a solid round of "electrotherapy."

The Enlightenment Society didn't seem to intend to use a honey trap to bribe him at all. It arranged a severe punishment from the very beginning, which also made the man who had been looking forward to a medical miracle for a long time somewhat disappointed.

At least give him a chance to "correct his evil ways"!

However, his disappointment did not last long, and he soon disconnected as soon as his eyes darkened.

In the special interrogation room, a doctor wearing a white coat stood next to the operating table. He looked at the error message on the control panel and was puzzled. He scratched his head and underestimated.

"Weird."

The officer standing aside saw the result and hurriedly asked.

"What's weird?"

The doctor operated on the control interface for a long time, then withdrew his index finger from the touch screen and looked at the officer standing next to him with a puzzled look on his face.

"The memory retrieval device is indeed activated, but the experimental target has no response to external stimuli input from the experimental equipment...whether it is a visual signal or an auditory signal. This feeling is like..."

He considered his words for a while, and then spoke in an uncertain tone after a long time.

"It's like this guy has no brains."

"Sora?!"

The officer standing next to the operating table was stunned.

How is it possible that someone has an empty mind?

He has never seen such a strange situation!

Usually they catch survivors from the outside, no matter which shelter is managed, or which area is the most powerful wastelander, they can squeeze out the brains in just a few minutes, and they have never encountered anyone who read it. Can't remember the situation.

Looking at the doctor who was puzzled, the officer couldn't help but say.

"Would you like to try again?"

The doctor shook his head.

"Let's wait two days and try again. This guy's brain has been damaged and he probably won't wake up for a while. If we continue the experiment, I'm worried that he will become a lunatic. Although you may not care about it, it will not matter to us. It’s more of a loss than a gain.”

To be honest, he's weird too.

Logically speaking, even if a dog is tethered on the operating table, nothing can be read. At most, the things that can be read are relatively abstract.

As an expert in the field of neuroscience, he suddenly became a little interested in this tough-talking guy.

Could it be that the Alliance has a way to counter the memory retrieval device?

This might become a good experimental material.

The officer standing aside hesitated for a moment, and finally reluctantly nodded and accepted the proposal.

"Fine……"

Even if it doesn't work, he can't think of a better way.

At this moment, the two of them didn't know that the guy lying on the operating table next to them was actually awake, but he just didn't open his eyes.

When I put on the memory retrieval device before, Medical Miracle was still expecting to see some interesting scenes, but as soon as my eyes went dark, I lost the connection.

He was about to miss an important part of the plot, and he finally managed to sneak into the first-line medical miracle. When he couldn't bear it anymore, he immediately put on his helmet in a hurry.

Hard work pays off.

After he tried persistently for almost half an hour, a faint light finally penetrated into the slit of his eyes and imprinted on his retina of the game character.

Then he heard the quack doctor saying that he was crazy and needed further observation.

The medical miracle sneered inwardly.

He's not crazy, he's doing well.

However, thinking that this might be an opportunity to break into the Enlightenment Society, he finally resisted the urge to open his eyes and scare the two of them, silently disconnected and returned offline.

His intuition told him that the opportunity to become the next pangolin was right in front of him!

Not long after, an outrageous post appeared on the official website forum——

"Brothers, how can you pretend to be crazy? (Awkward)"

"Waiting for the line, it's very urgent."

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(I’m sorry, I haven’t finished writing the story about the space side. I’ll post it tomorrow.)