"Is this what MIT has been doing to develop congenital mental retardation that took two hundred years to study?"

In front of Dr. Braun, a tycoon-tongued woman-wearing boss, is a "synthetic man" caught by a soldier from the Boston wasteland Diamond City.

Most of the Boston wasteland residents who have been suffering from the "People's Revolutionary League" that came out of nowhere want to trouble the "Academy" and most of the long-standing Boston wasteland residents have raised their hands to agree.

...Organize, when facing a group of aggressive power armored soldiers, they feel that their choice is only "approval".

Then, what surprised these Boston residents was that these "People and Revolutionary League" soldiers had no interest in those synthetics who had already exposed their "synthetic" identity.

A synthetic detective named Valentine who lives in Diamond City wanted to provide help but was denied.

This is also easy to understand. Mishan is looking for a college, and looking for synthesizers is just for clues... Of course, it is more useful to find synthesizers whose identities are not exposed and are hidden in the crowd.

Mishan doesn't want to disturb their lives for a synthesiser like Valentine.

"Is there any clue?" Mi Shan tried not to think about Dr. Braun, who had the label of "poisonous tongue" and "women's clothing" in the second dimension.

In other words, it is really a bit difficult to associate the two-dimensional wind on the wasteland.

"Clues? What clues?" Dr. Braun still doesn't know what Mishan wants him to study these synthetics.

"Oh, are you talking about the clues about the college's underground base?" Fortunately, Dr. Braun reacted very quickly, and he saw... "She" took out a chip from the synthetic man who was still eating Aisin Ramen when he was arrested and said:

"Those academy garbage who only knows how to copy and hold on to the wrong ones are stupid, at least they won't put confidential information in the head of this defective product."

"Refractory?" Mishan didn't know whether Dr. Braun was like this to everyone, or was only for MIT.

"Or, test items, oh, these ￥#@%, don't even know what I'm trying." Dr. Braun, who said a bunch of blocked words, said:

"I really don't know what those guys are in their minds, or is it that the two hundred years of mole life have long made them forget what is the right thing to do?"

"..." Mi Shan really wanted to complain to Dr. Braun, you haven't done anything right in the past two hundred years, right?

Compared with the college forces spending their energy to research synthetic technology and molecular transmission technology over the past two hundred years, Dr. Braun has been playing it purely in the past two hundred years.

"Play? You actually think I'm playing??! I..." Dr. Braun shouted, and then, under Greenhill's stern gaze, his voice became smaller and smaller:

"I admit I'm playing..."

Dr. Braun's severely feminine tone made Mi Shan a little dazed...not because she was so cute, but because she was scared.

Although Mi Shan had met some women's clothing bosses when she was in her hometown, it was obvious that those women's clothing bosses who were at most wearing clothes, makeup and wigs had only zero or five geese in front of Dr. Braun.

Mishan, who felt that she needed to "breathe fresh air" to relieve her "scaredness", temporarily handed over the task of studying synthetics and finding the location of the college to this women's clothing boss Dr.

He brought Greenhill and Mirin to a town located in the wasteland suburbs of Boston.

"Safety villa?" Mi Lin identified the handwriting on the dilapidated street sign and asked Mi Shan curiously: "Dad, what are we doing here?"

"Looking for someone?" Mi Lin and Greenhill showed a puzzled expression together, and a golden question mark appeared on Greenhill's head.

"Well, look for someone, you are the same as Mi Lin." Mi Shan said without hiding it.

"A existence like me?? Hey hey hey?" Mi Lin was stunned for a few seconds, and realized that Mi Shan was talking about when she showed a vigilant expression.

"...Why do you show such an expression?" Mi Shan said strangely.

"Well! I won't let my father be snatched away!" Mi Lin said in a tone of cheering herself up.

Greenhill said calmly, "Is there an adult here, your game character?"

"That's right..." Ignoring Mi Lin's look of cheering herself up, Mi Shan said, "Although in the game, the plot of the game that belongs here will officially begin ten years later."

"But the characters in this game were frozen in a nearby shelter when the nuclear war broke out two hundred years ago."

"Old popsicle?" Greenhill remembered the introduction of the world by Lord Mishan.

"I suggest it's better not to say this in front of the other party." Mi Shan shrugged and said.

At least Mi Lin is very dissatisfied with the nickname of "Long Wande". If it weren't for Mi Shan, but others would joke with Mi Lin with this name.

Mi Lin will immediately enter a violent state... Although Mi Lin will not make any mistakes after wearing the collar.

But after all, he is a new K-demon, so there is no problem in tearing a mutant monster with his hand.

The 111th refuge where the protagonist of Fallout 4 is located, like the 101th refuge where Mi Lin lives, is not a particularly secret refuge.

Mi Shan and his group greeted a Mr. Jieshou who was doing paint maintenance for the car with only shells and walked through the ruins of the sheltered villa with only wreckage.

Following a riverbed that once was a river, climbing a hill straight north, then you will arrive at the entrance of Sanctuary No. 111, an elevator leading to a depth of hundreds of meters underground.

While standing on top waiting for Mi Rin to try to start the elevator, Mi Shan watched the broken scene he saw when he first came out of the shelter in the game.

It seemed like I saw the way the mushroom cloud rose just after the game prologue ended.

The civilization that humans spent thousands of years building was destroyed in an instant.

Leave a piece of wasteland that has been spent hundreds of years on the road and can only barely struggle.

"Sir?" Greenhill asked worriedly, noticing that Mishan's mood was a little fluctuating.

"It's nothing, I just think every civilization is so difficult." Mi Shan said.

"??" Greenhill found that he could not keep up with Lord Mishan's ideas.

"For me, everything in this world may be just a virtual world designed by a group of game designers to cater to players, to explain their own ideas, or simply to make money."

While Mishan spoke, the elevator, which was finally handled by Mi Lin, began to slowly descend after a harsh metal friction sound.

"But when this world becomes a reality, all this is not just a story or a game for the residents of this world."

As the elevator descended, the light on the surface gradually dimmed.

"Sir, are you at a loss?" Greenhill asked.

"No..." Mi Shan shook her head: "I'm just thinking about what I want to change the human civilization of this world."

"No matter what your thoughts you have, I will support you to the end," Greenhill said.

"Ha, please." Mi Shan said.

"Hey hey, what are you talking about, Dad? So serious?" Mi Lin, who almost jumped down directly, said strangely.

"I'm discussing what your hometown will look like," Mi Shan said.

"What do you think?" Mi Lin blinked: "It's pretty good now... Well, I mean, it would be great if everyone could live like the residents of Shelter 101."

"..." Mi Shan was stunned for a while before suddenly reacting that Mi Lin had not really experienced a "civilized" life.
Chapter completed!