This Game Is Too Realistic

Walk to the door of Vault 100.

I finally found the communication terminal on the wall next to the door. I pulled out a data cable from the VM worn on my left arm and plugged it into the interface below the terminal.

Looking at the flashing green light of the signal light, expressions of joy and surprise appeared on the faces of all the players.

Unimaginable.

After being soaked in sewage and garbage for so many years, this electronic device produced two centuries ago can still be turned on!

I have to say that this People’s Alliance’s black technology still has something to offer.

Just when I was opening the scientific expedition team's "mini program" and importing the electronic key into the terminal and waiting for the reading, Chu Guang, who was in Camp 101, was also paying attention to the situation in Shelter 100.

Sitting on Chu Guang's shoulder, Xiao Qi suddenly opened her eyes and looked at him.

"The terminal shows signs of use."

Chu Guang looked at it and asked.

"Didn't the door never open?"

A stream of data flashed through her light blue eyes, Xiao Qi touched her chin and muttered.

"Well... the power system of the gate has indeed been closed for two centuries, but there are access records in 2190."

2190.

Is it the 61st year of the Wasteland Era?

Chu Guang nodded thoughtfully.

In fact, it is not difficult to understand.

According to Dr. Method, Camp 101 had previously tried to explore Vault 100, but it was ultimately abandoned because conditions did not allow it.

Vault 101 was launched after the disintegration of the Construction Committee after the war. The time point should be 2174 - the 45th year of the Wasteland Era.

During the period from 45 to 61 of the Wasteland Era, Camp 101 may have appeared. After all, according to Dr. Methods, although Vault 101 was isolated from the world, it was not completely cut off from the outside world. He has been enlightening some wandering wastelanders and conducting indirect scientific investigations into the outside world through them.

At that time, there were not so many extreme mutant creatures flooding the wasteland. It was entirely possible for the residents of Camp 101 to reach the entrance of Vault 100 through diving equipment.

At this moment when one person and one AI were communicating, my darkest VM had obtained the permission to activate the shelter door.

At this moment, a silver metal ball appeared on the terminal's display.

"Welcome! My friends! You finally found us. We thought you had forgotten us. By the way, what year is it now? How many colonized planets do we have? I have said it before, There will definitely be problems with just one Aurora Star! If we had a dozen Aurora Stars, those bad things would never happen.”

The worst thing about me was that I couldn't understand what he said, so I could only answer from the parts I could understand.

"Year 2342 of the Human Calendar, Year 213 of the Wasteland Era. It's a pity that we are still on the home planet... By the way, don't you even have a chronometer?"

The metal ball seemed to be stunned, and the frequency of shaking seemed a bit anxious.

"Wait, you're still on the home planet? You mean there aren't any? How is this possible! Where's Reach? The Reach heading for Reach should have reached its destination by now!"

Reach?

I thought about it for a long time before I remembered that it seemed to be the place where the enterprise's colonial ship originally planned to go. I said with a subtle expression.

"No...if you are talking about the Zhiyuan, they did not leave the Sun at all, but took the initiative to strand themselves in the Cloud Province. They built a city there according to colonial standards. I heard that they took them in. Many survivors."

The silver metal ball seemed to be stunned for a while, slurping its mouth like a bucket, and it took a long time to squeeze out a sentence.

"What a waste..."

I don’t understand what the waste is that he refers to, but he cares more about what this guy is than this.

"I call me the blackest, what about you? What do you call me?"

"Bell... they all call me that because I always jingle when I walk and talk, like a rusty bell. My designer designed me 55845 work cycles ago and he felt that waiting When the door opens again, it will be a different world outside, and someone will take me to work in a museum or something, but now it seems that his wish has come true. "

As if it had lost its initial vitality, the silver metal ball drooped its soft antenna and muttered to itself.

Those clueless words seemed to be answering the interviewer's questions, and also seemed to be expressing self-pity about his own fate.

I counted on my fingers. If the working cycle refers to the number of days, wouldn't more than 55,000 working cycles correspond to... more than fifty years? !

In other words, this guy has existed since around 60 years of the Wasteland Era, and lived until February 213 of the Wasteland Era!

Looking at the door and counting on my fingers, I was the darkest, and the bell smacked its mouth like a bucket.

"I'm the darkest, right... I have to say that you are indeed dark enough."

After taking a look at the sewage and mud on my body, I patted my dirty breastplate, rolled my eyes and said.

"Can you please open the door? We have given you the password."

Bell: "Of course, you can come in at any time, just press the door open button on your terminal... Or do you think that all doors should be opened for you by themselves?"

Listening to this guy's nonsense, I rolled my eyes and poked the VM screen with my index finger.

Accompanied by a shaking tremor and a creaking friction sound, the giant metal gear slowly rolled on its side, making way for a hole that was two cars wide.

A staircase leads directly to a spacious buffer area, and directly opposite the entrance are two closed airlock doors with transparent windows.

Orange 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 clanging sound.

The entire shelter was like an old gasoline engine. The spark plug ignited the fuel tank that had been sitting there for countless years, and he reluctantly opened his cloudy eyes.

My darkest VM screen showed that the fusion reactor in this shelter had been ignited, and all facilities had been successively switched from backup power to conventional power.

Chu Guang, who was looking at the screen in Camp 101, couldn't help but feel slightly moved.

There is actually still fuel left in the fusion reactor in Vault 100!

Just when I was most stunned by the changes in front of me, a few ghost-faced insects jumped out, scaring him so much that he raised the muzzle of the gun in his hand almost reflexively.

"Hey! Wait, these little guys are harmless-"

Seeing him raising the muzzle of the gun, Ling Ding was also startled and tried to stop him, but I finally pulled the trigger.

Amidst the bursts of gunfire, a few ghost-faced bugs instantly landed on the rusty corridor, exploding with juice.

Looking at the dead little guys, the bell on the screen complained with regret.

"You executioner! You killed them all!"

Not daring to be careless, I checked the passage behind the door most carefully, then made a gesture to my teammates behind me, and moved forward with five people to clear out any alien species that might be harboring in the buffer zone, while I stayed in for the time being. At the door.

Looking at Ling Ding who was still feeling sorry for those little lives, he suppressed the muzzle of the gun in his hand and resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"They are not interested in you because you are a robot. We encountered these things a lot on the way in... They pounced on us as soon as they saw us."

Bell was stunned for a moment.

"Wait a minute, you just said... you also encountered this thing outside?"

I was the darkest: "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Incredible..." Ling Dang muttered in a low voice, his tone full of surprise, "Logically speaking, this is impossible. The door has never been opened after it was closed, not even once. It is impossible for them to go out... Could it be? Where did it leak? "It's strange."

Looking at the chattering Machine Man, Ten Fist Man and Broken Leg Kai who were following behind me looked at each other and exchanged a few words in a low voice.

"Why do I feel like I've seen you before?"

"+1"

Looking at the surprised bell, I frowned slightly.

"Do you know them?"

Lingdang cleared her throat and spoke in a eloquent tone.

"Of course, they are called 'Gabong', which can provide rich chitin, natural high-polymer polymers, and high-quality industrial raw materials. In addition, the protein and nutrients it provides are also rare and good. It’s no exaggeration to say that this is one of the greatest achievements of this museum.”

My darkest brows twitched, completely unable to sense how this extremely offensive gadget could be called great.

"We call it the Direfaced Bug."

Hearing this interesting name, the bell let out a heart-wrenching laugh, echoing strangely in the dark subway tunnel.

"Ghost-faced Insect? This name sounds good too... Just call it what you want. Anyway, this place already belongs to you."

"Can you show us around here?"

I tried my best to make a request, but the silver metal ball on the screen didn't hesitate and simply nodded its round head.

"No problem, this is my job originally, come with me."

With that said, Bell turned around.

Just when I was hesitating about how to keep up with him, the iron gate of the buffer zone directly in front opened with a clang.

A silver metal ball quietly placed above the head of a flat quadruped robot about the size of a washbasin.

"Why are you waiting at the door? Come in quickly."

I changed my gaze with the people next to me and followed the robot who called himself Ling Ding, crossed the two airlock doors in the buffer zone, and entered the interior of the shelter.

The situation here is not as bad as imagined. Even though it has been soaked in water for many years, no sewage has seeped in from the outside. Even the bell that has lived here for a century and a half can't figure out how those bugs got outside. of.

However, even if it is not as bad as imagined, the situation here is definitely not optimistic.

A large number of "Gabs" have occupied this shelter. They have built nests here, filling all the gaps that may hide dirt and evil people like cockroaches. Black excrement is all over the floor, and not only that, there are them. The shed carapace is shiny with oil and the eggs are as big as a fist.

Looking at a few ghost-faced bugs making "wow, bang, bang," sounds, the ten players in my darkest group skillfully raised their guns and fired.

After a burst of gunfire, dozens of insects were killed instantly, and together with the eggs in the room, they were turned into a dark green slurry.

Operating its four mechanical legs, it nimbly avoided the debris on the ground. The bell on the head of the four-legged robot no longer called these visitors executioners, but only reminded them softly.

"These are good things. The shed carapace is rich in chitin and can be used to make many polymer materials with excellent properties... They are used in most electronic devices and machines."

The darkest thing about me is that I have no time to deal with this guy at the moment.

Looking at the dead bodies and metabolites of the Dire-faced Insects on the ground, he replaced the empty magazine while reporting back to the rear what he found in his shelter with numbness.

"...This is my darkest place. I have entered Shelter No. 100. The place is full of metabolites and eggs of Jiraliensis. There may be tens of thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands! I suggest cutting them off. The air circulation system of the shelter will come back in a few days.”

He now finally figured out where those mutated water striders came from.

I spent a long time being attracted by these little guys!

There was a rustling sound in the communication channel, followed by the voice of Brother Quan Shui.

"I have reported the situation in the shelter to the manager... His reply is that the ventilation system of shelter 100 is faulty. According to the analysis results of the self-check program, something should be blocking the filter element of the air inlet. It may be insect eggs or shed shells. The ghost-faced insects in the active shelter should have escaped from there. "

I asked with my blackest scalp tingling.

"So...isn't there any efficient way to get rid of the bugs here?"

You can kill them all with a rifle [When are you going?

At least get a bottle of insecticide!

Commander Quanshui: "At present, there is no shortcut, unless you can go to the B2 floor to repair the ventilation system, but this is too embarrassing for you, and it is also embarrassing for me. We must at least eliminate the alien species on the B1 and B2 floors, and then we can Arrange for the air conditioning master from Camp 101 to come in... But these are arrangements for later. We will eventually recycle the entire shelter, but this is not the job we have to do today. "

Clearing his throat, he continued.

"To talk about the main point, our task is to recover the black boxes stored in the warehouse on the B40 floor. There are about twenty or so. You will have to know the details after you go there. Then there is the log of the manager's office on the B51 floor, where the manager is stored Required information. In addition, the B100 layer monitors signals that are suspected of human life activities... but the signals are strange and do not completely match the signals of normal people. In general, the first two are front-line tasks, and the last one is a side mission, that's it. "

That's okay.

And this shelter actually has a hundred floors!

I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

“Can you fucking come in and help?!”

Commander Quan Shui smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry, brother, I'm a bit troublesome with bugs like you...and I admit that I'm a dog official, and I'm better at talking than using hands. But don't worry! I've added a hundred brothers to you, you guys We have a company of troops now, and this first-class man will be yours too when we get back!"

I’m the darkest: “%￥#@!”

Because there were so many flaws, he didn't know where to start complaining, so he simply hung up the communication with a few bad words.

He ignored my darkest soliloquy and couldn't understand what he was saying at all. Ling Ding stood in front of him and spoke leisurely in the tone of a tour guide.

"...The great Vault 100 once sheltered 30,300 residents, and their peak number even reached 81,711."

Ten Fist Man couldn't help but said.

"Eighty thousand people? Here?"

Although he heard from Quanshui's communication channel that this shelter had a hundred floors, he still imagined that the shelter in the hidden tunnel could not contain nearly the entire population of Dawn City.

If it really had that kind of population capacity, it would have to be at least an underground city like Vault 79, right?

But this certainly doesn't look like that kind of place.

There was no surprise at all about his reaction. Bell just chuckled a few times and stopped in front of a trap door on the side of the hall.

"...The horizon is beyond your imagination. Let alone 80,000 people. In theory, this shelter can accommodate 200,000 people."

As he finished speaking, the trap door slowly opened upwards, and the world behind the door suddenly became clear.

It's completely different from the confinement outside the shelter.

I saw only a spacious circular corridor, which circled an unusually wide space in this underground world and connected hundreds of tons of rooms together.

The structure of the entire shelter is like a vertically downward patio, with a hemispherical dome emitting beige light directly above it.

The light was like the sun in a cave, falling into the bottomless courtyard.

The carapace shed by the ghost-faced insect gathered into a honeycomb-shaped tower on the inner wall of the patio, and the light shone with colorful sparkles.

It's like a physical rainbow!

And the most shocking thing is more than that.

On the circular corridor, scrapped exoskeletons and remains of mechanical bodies were randomly abandoned like garbage.

Among them are the "Fifth Type" exoskeleton, the most classic police equipment in the Federation era, and the "Yu Type" heavy cavalry.

In addition, there are also some machines that are more like engineering tools than weapons - such as several crab-shaped engineering robots that also participate in the battle waving their pincer-like claws.

Their bodies and surroundings were riddled with tons of bullet holes, and traces of explosives could be seen everywhere on the walls and on the ground.

The alien species in the active shelter gnawed all the organic matter under the metal skeleton, and used pieces of shed carapace and mucus to fuse the exoskeletons and mechanical bodies into part of the insect nest wall, which together formed this famous building. It is the "catacomb" of Vault 100.

Staring at the shocking scene, the eyes of all the players were straightened, especially me who was closest to the door. I almost subconsciously said "fuck" from my mouth.

This light and shadow effect!

This scene modeling!

Every frame seems like money is burning!

It’s like a fortress!

As if Jie was satisfied with the shock on the faces of these visitors, Ling Dang admired it for a moment and then let out a few chuckles that sounded like the friction of sharp instruments.

Riding a four-legged robot through the trap door leading to the circular corridor, it stopped at the edge of the steeply downward patio.

"Welcome to Vault No. 100. You are probably the first guests to set foot here since the door was closed two centuries ago."

After taking a look at the debris, I subconsciously asked.

"What exactly happened here?"

Bell said slowly.

"A lot of things happened. It would be a long story if I started from the beginning. My friend recorded the past here on his VM. That thing should be the manager's office. Go there and take a look. You’ll know just by looking at it.”

I asked the darkest question.

"Is your husband the manager here?"

"Manager? How is that possible? Do other shelters have people as managers?" Lingdang laughed out loud, "In any case, he is just a supervisor here...but I am still my person. It’s amazing that he survived until the end! Of course, it’s hard to say whether this can be considered lucky.”

Ten Fist Superman looked at him blankly.

"Supervision?"

Lingdang said concisely.

"The manager of Vault 100 is not a human, but an AI with powerful computing power. Its name is 'Tree', and it has the highest level of permissions for the shelter. Its responsibilities are based on feedback from various sensor modules in the shelter. The parameters determine the optimal decision. If a light bulb is broken, it will know it before the person under the light bulb and report it to the specific warehouse and workshop for repair as soon as possible.”

"The supervisors are the residents who ensure that the tree's orders can be carried out. They are not only residents of this shelter, but also part of the sensor module of the tree, responsible for supervising the most unreliable ones in the entire shelter. modules - shelter residents."

When it said [here], it paused for a moment and joked with a hint of fun.

"But 'Supervisor' is just what my 㹏 and his colleagues call themselves. Just like you gave 'Gabong' the name Jiral-faced Insect, those naughty shelter residents also don't like the official name. , but secretly address them as 'tree people'."