Whether Tang Ji is still alive and in what form has always been the focus of attention from all parties. Wang Zhengdao at least knows now, and Tang Ji at least remembers his old friends.
Wang Zhengdao felt that the fact that he was still alive was the best proof. Although the big storm did not weaken because of him, he found a relatively safe 'channel' in the chaotic magnetic field around him.
It is difficult to describe what a 'passage' across the world is in the eyes of a space system superhuman like him. Wang Zhengdao only knows that when he wants to go somewhere, if he has been there before, his space jump will be faster.
If it is a strange place, you need to use some special sensing system to sense in advance whether the target area is safe and whether there is enough space to prevent yourself from appearing directly inside an entity.
And now, Wang Zhengdao suddenly appeared in a familiar place... Laisheng Bar, the place where he drank with Tang Ji for the last time.
The Afterlife Bar was formerly an underground morgue. After it was bought by Rogge, it became the most "Night City" place in Night City. When they were drinking before, they had thought about the special location of this place.
He survived the apocalypse.
Of course, at that time, Wang Zhengdao never thought that he would hit the mark. I think Rogge would be very happy when he knew the news, right?
Wang Zhengdao looked around. As a former underground morgue, it was naturally dark without artificial lighting. But fortunately, Wang Zhengdao had a spatial perception that was different from ordinary people. He understood what he was doing just by standing there.
location environment.
Night City was located in the middle of two phased array nuclear explosion facilities. Each shelter was designed in advance and was located right at the edge of the absolute destruction area. The Life and Death Bar was also lucky to be located on this line.
When the explosion occurred, millions of tons of surrounding reinforced concrete collapsed, piled up on the Afterlife Bar like a castle of blocks crushed by naughty children. When the subsequent shock wave arrived, most of these ruins were washed away, leaving only
The part of the bar has relatively intact protection of the Afterlife Bar itself, turning it into some kind of sealed cavity underground.
The period of great storms that came after this opened up several unusual ventilation holes in this confined space, so that Wang Zhengdao would not suffocate to death here.
He walked naked in the Afterlife Bar, which was almost filled with dust, feeling the cool breeze blowing from his crotch, and painstakingly dug out the location of the bar in the dust. Wang Zhengdao also had a whim, he wanted to know
Old world wine has not been completely preserved.
Unfortunately, Lao Wang found nothing in the end except the fragments on the glass.
Wang Zhengdao found a deformed chair, sat on it and thought, if Tang Ji left this glimmer of hope for him, what was its purpose? It couldn't be to entertain him, right?
Thinking of this, Wang Zhengdao began to explore in the Afterlife Bar again. He found the former VIP private room. This all-metal sealed room that Rogge spent a lot of money to build has now become one of the supporting points of the entire ruins.
A huge piece of building debris fell from above. The entire room was flattened, but other spaces were saved.
Wang Zhengdao worked in the dust for four or five hours. In addition to making himself miserable, he finally determined that there were no clues about Tang Ji in this place, and there were no usable resources. Apart from emptiness and silence, there was only his.
Breathing.
"Fuck, you bastard Tang Ji, can't you open a direct passage back to the Ark shelter for me?" Wang Zhengdao threw a jammed Lexington pistol on the ground and found a cleaner one.
He lay down flat on his back and breathed heavily.
Although it is true that he is a high-level superhuman, he has not yet turned into a monster like the Seven Deadly Sins, which does not need to eat very much and can survive for a long time just by breathing. He can last at most half a month without eating or drinking, and in the last four or five days
Probably not much like the living dead.
Two days passed quickly, and Wang Zhengdao became increasingly stingy with his physical strength. He organized a small area for himself behind the bar and used the plastic sheet he found as a quilt, so that he could ask questions with as little loss as possible.
During this period, Lao Wang's only pastime was to curse Tang Ji, who was missing. He had never cursed him so harshly in his life, and this time he was really cruel.
On the third night, Wang Zhengdao entered the sleep state again, giving up even the spatial perception of the surrounding area. He entered a deep sleep like an ordinary mortal. He even looked forward to any surprises, even if it was a player.
...more pleasant than the most horrific confinement in the world.
Just imagine, no one in the whole world knows that Wang Zhengdao is here now. If he unfortunately dies here, and if humans have the chance to return to the surface in the future, when his body is dug up, they will only lament that this unlucky guy made a mistake.
A place to hide from the Day of the Apocalypse...
Wang Zhengdao thought that he would die one day. Just like a prophet, he had long been prepared for Kang Di to die. He would never allow himself to become another body of the player, but he really never thought that one day he would die.
To die in such a place, to die so silently, he originally expected that his funeral would be as grand as that of a prophet...
"Tang Ji is so stupid..." Wang Zhengdao turned over and said something in his sleep.
Then, in the next second, the wall on the west side of the Afterlife Bar was suddenly blasted, and the flying gravel hit him in the face. Wang Zhengdao was so frightened that he suddenly jumped up and shouted: "Who!"
However, his roar seemed to frighten the people who blasted the wall far more than himself. Only a few screams were heard in the tunnel behind the wall, and then there was no sound.
After half a minute of silence, people on both sides finally realized what had happened. A man wearing a full-coverage protective suit held a hammer in his hand and bravely walked out of the tunnel and asked cautiously:
"Who's there! Did anyone speak just now!"
The light from the searchlight illuminated a small area in front of Vaughn, but the dust that filled the space prevented him from seeing anything. He felt his calf muscles twisting. He never dreamed that he would be in this kind of situation.
Human voices can still be heard in ghost places. Is that an illusion, or is there some kind of monster that can speak human language?
Before the Apocalypse, countless film and television works could depict the monsters that might appear in various apocalyptic environments with extremely realism. Sometimes Vaughn even felt that human imagination has been exhausted, and no one will ever design more images of monsters and monsters.
Already.
But the real world taught Vaughn a resounding lesson. The various monsters transformed from gluttony alone surpassed the monsters in those movies and TV series by countless times.
But now, ten years after the end of the world, when they blasted through a wall, a shout appeared from behind the wall... The extremely dark environment, closed underground space, and countless scenes from classic horror movies made Vaughn...
I always feel like there is something dirty following behind me.
"Is there nothing behind me? Barry?" Vaughn finally couldn't help but ask.
"I am behind you." Barry gave him the most solid support at the critical moment.
"I'm in front of you, five meters away, behind the bar." The voice just now appeared again, causing the two people and even more people behind them to freeze on the spot. It turned out that the voice just now was not their illusion...
"Who's there!" Vaughn felt that his blood pressure was at least over 200 at that moment, and waves of dizziness hit his nerves.
"I have no clothes on now, and I'm hungry and thirsty. I've been in the dark for three days, and your searchlights hurt my eyes." There was a hint of joy in Wang Zhengdao's tone, and a hint of embarrassment: "After you give me
I don’t want to tell you my name before I have enough clothes to cover my body.”
"Are you human?" Vaughan asked tentatively.
Wang Zhengdao sighed and said resignedly: "I'm going to stand up now and scatter your light tubes to the left and right. I can't open my eyes anymore."
Vaughan adjusted the angle of his searchlight to the right, and patted Barry behind him. The other party also moved his position directly in front of him, illuminating the area with his peripheral light.
The next second, the gray-faced Wang Zhengdao, wrapped in plastic cloth, stood up from behind the bar. He put his hands on the bar and sighed: "Okay, welcome to the Afterlife Bar. Unfortunately, the boss is not here now and the bartender is missing. I am here."
I can't entertain you without a bottle of wine."
"Holy Mother! You are really human!" Barry crossed himself wildly from behind, his voice full of trembling.
But Vaughn... Vaughn acted even more unbearably. He raised his finger and pointed at Wang Zhengdao, his voice trembling: "It's you...Wang Zhengdao!"
"Fuck, how the hell did you recognize me?" Wang Zhengdao's tone was full of helplessness that the world had misunderstood me: "Am I so famous? It's been ten years and no one still remembers me?"
...
"So, you are in the Valentino shelter now?" Wu Qianying suppressed the smile on her lips and looked at Wang Zhengdao, who was wandering around the world: "It's not like there is no gain, right?"
"Ah Zhengdao! Whatever you say, I feel that even if he is still alive, he is definitely not in good condition." Wang Zhengdao sat dejectedly in a single room of Valentino's shelter, wrapped in a blanket and holding a cup in his hand.
Holding a metal cup filled with hot water.
It was only on the fourth day after he was discovered that he successfully entered the Valentino shelter.
It was discovered that Wang Zhengdao's paving team did not have extra protective clothing, and if they wanted to pass through the unprotected area safely, protective clothing was necessary, otherwise people would not be able to hold on to the safety rope.
Vaughn and the others had to return to the shelter once, bring another set of protective clothing, return to the Afterlife Bar to let Wang Zhengdao dress up, and then take him back to the shelter. Four days passed.
Lao Wang also lived up to expectations and caught a cold because he had been naked for seven days.
"It's good that he's not dead. After all, it was also the Day of the Apocalypse. Human civilization is finished. It would be the biggest disaster if he did nothing." Wu Qianying continued to ask. Mikkelsen must have eavesdropped on all the conversations between them.
, so Wu Qianying was too lazy to hide it from the beginning: "I think the last time he helped you open the passage from the Ark Refuge to Vault 176, he may have consumed too much, so this time he can only open a short passage.
"
"I think so. It's hard to find a place like the Afterlife Bar..." Wang Zhengdao said here, and suddenly got stuck: "The last time I went to Shelter 176, did they turn off the electromagnetic interference field in advance?
"
"Yes, in order to attempt a space rescue mission, they turned off the electromagnetic interference device in advance." Aria, who had all the information in her mind, nodded and confirmed.
"When you asked me to risk my life, did you notify the shelter and turn off the electromagnetic interference device?" Wang Zhengdao looked at Wu Qianying with questions on his face, as if he wanted to see the smile on his face.
The awkward silence took up precious communication time for almost two minutes. Wang Zhengdao once thought that the signal was poor and Wu Qianying's image was stuck.
"I forgot." Wu Qianying said something coldly, and then quickly said: "I have other communication applications, let's do this first and hang up."
"Wait! You just forgot! You..." Wang Zhengdao looked at the pressed screen frantically. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly laughed, lay back and said to the air: "Hey,
Don't blame me for scolding you harshly. This is all your woman's fault and has nothing to do with me. My fault is that I shouldn't have too much trust in you two!"
A breeze blew by, as if the invisible person was responding to him, or as if the residual wind from the central air conditioner was blowing by.
In Vault Zero, Mikkelsen was also smiling, but his smile was a little cold. Just as Wu Qianying thought, he could monitor all calls. After all, all signals needed to pass through the satellites launched from Jinghai Base.
And those satellites all have the surname Mi.
"The hero should die at the moment after slaying the dragon, just like the story ends when the prince kisses the princess." Mikkelsen said to the empty sofa opposite: "Because if you write further, the story will end.
It’s getting boring. Readers don’t want to see how a dragon-slaying warrior becomes a new dragon, let alone the story of a prince and a princess who hate each other and end up in a divorce lawsuit. What do you think? Furious?”
"It would be great if you just died in the Apocalypse, so that there would be no problems between us. I guarantee that your son will recover one day and live a happy life. I, you know, I have enough time.
Waiting to fulfill the... friendship between us." Mikkelsen opened a bottle of black label whiskey, poured himself a glass, poured another glass into the empty glass opposite, and touched it lightly: "
I will wait until then to start my era, and this is all true."
"But now you're not dead, I'm very disappointed." Mikkelsen drank the wine in his glass, then reached out to pick the glass opposite, let the wine in the glass fall to the ground, and repeated: "I'm very disappointed
