472 Dialogue with Yan Anqing, details of the doomsday
"Yan Shen! A living, moving Yan Shen! Not a poster on my bedside!"
"Oh my God! Inhale the immortal energy at close range! May God Yan protect me from failing the exam and awaken my extraordinary abilities!"
"Ouch! Hug me and rub me hard!"
"Little bitch smash the mud and show off! The Yanshen is mine!"
Seeing the small white ball spectators rushing towards Yan Anqing, Zhu Jiazhi wanted to laugh, but he could only try to hold it back.
"Ahem...poof!"
Zhu Jiazhi tried hard to hold back his laughter, but he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of old blood. The wound on his chest that had been sutured instantly split open and the bandage turned red.
"I remember you."
Yan Anqing, who was wearing a white coat, pushed up the flat glasses on the bridge of his nose and said in a calm tone: "Zhu Jiazhi, an intern employee of Hill Group, the time we met was, to be precise, the afternoon two years, nine months and eight days ago.
Three fifteen."
"You're lucky. It's just a ruptured alveoli in your left lung. I used a nanomachine to help you repair it before. You may have difficulty breathing in the past two days. But as long as you rest for two more days, your lungs can relax again and resume normal function.
"
"Although I don't know what funny thing you just thought of. It might be a joke or a cross talk, but I personally recommend that you keep a calm mind."
"If the wound continues to open, it will increase the workload of the medical staff at our base."
Zhu Jiazhi nodded in confusion, covered his painful labor wound, and said with a grin on his face: "I'm sorry."
It's all the fault of those funny viewers!
Thinking of this, Zhu Jiazhi tried his best not to watch and listened to the performance of the small white ball audience.
Yan Anqing was also very talkative and said inhumane words, but he still took the medical kit and tended Zhu Jiazhi's wounds himself.
"Yan Shen personally took action to treat me!"
Zhu Jiazhi had a look of shame on his face, but he was full of emotions in his heart: "The achievement of close contact with Yan Shen is unlocked! I wonder how many funny viewers are envious of my situation?"
While Zhu Jiazhi was thinking wildly, Yan Anqing dealt with the sutures on his body.
"No need to apologize."
Yan Anqing said expressionlessly: "You are a real warrior, and the base also needs a hero."
"Try to recover as quickly as possible."
After finishing speaking, Yan Anqing packed up the medical bag and left the all-metal ward.
After a while, Li Guanlan and Xita also rushed over.
"Brother! You are really lucky! Those old people who were born in 2000 say that if you survive a catastrophe, you will be lucky! I..."
Xital glanced over and cut Li Guanlan's words into his throat.
"I owe you one."
The girl was still very strong, but her words were a little gentler: "Take good care of yourself, it's difficult. We have just passed the first level. There are still many problems to come. The team needs a healthy you."
Zhu Jiazhi nodded, feeling that the hard work this time was worth it!
He also knew that the disasters caused by earthquakes, bloodthirsty mutations of animals, and the black sun had just begun.
Food, security, communications, manpower organization, base stability...
These are all problems.
"Can I get out of bed in two days..."
Zhu Jiazhi looked at Li Guanlan beside him and felt a little headache.
This b will be bombing next to me for another two days...
I don't know if I can persist.
"Captain Shetal personally prepared a nutritious meal for you!"
Li Guanlan's name for Shetal changed at some point. He looked at Zhu Jiazhi, winked and said, "Although the taste may be darker, it is something that ordinary people cannot taste! Enjoy it!"
Only then did Zhu Jiazhi notice that Shetal was holding a snack box in his hand.
"...If this happens every day, it won't be very difficult."
…
Two days later.
The wound on Zhu Jiazhi's chest no longer affects his movement with the help of high-tech medical treatment.
He left the ward immediately.
Li Guanlan's broken mouth and Shitar's horrific murderous dishes all made him feel that it might have been better for him to die suddenly on the battlefield.
But, no matter what, he got through it!
"If you want to marry Sheetal in the future, you must be responsible for cooking by yourself, and you can't let her touch the kitchen utensils!"
Zhu Jiazhi walked to Area C with a dark complexion.
What caught my eye was Yan Anqing, who was writing and drawing with a small book and pen in his hand.
"Dr. Yan, are you here?" Zhu Jiazhi asked.
Yan Anqing pushed up the flat glasses on the bridge of his nose and tilted his head: "The first phase of the GMO food issue is almost completed."
Zhu Jiazhi's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
He suddenly remembered what he had seen and heard at the base in the past two days.
In the virtual movie worldview of "Dark Sun Wasteland", after the dark sun comes, the world changes, global civilization is destroyed in an instant, thugs run rampant around the world, and order breaks down.
But these are not the key!
The key is that the animals that were originally raised to produce milk and meat have become violent and bloodthirsty due to mysterious cosmic fluctuations. The animal husbandry not only no longer provides food for human society, but has become a life and death problem for the survivors.
enemy.
Their flesh and blood are all inedible and highly corrosive and toxic.
And crops...
Air, sunlight, and water are the three elements for plant growth that children know.
Now, the sun has turned dark, twenty-four hours a day is like an endless dark night, and the temperature of the earth has plummeted.
Many rivers have frozen, and even underground veins have frozen, making it impossible for wells to draw them out.
99% of the crops on the earth that can produce food have now withered, died, and become extinct.
The food sources that currently support the survivors are mostly instant noodles, compressed biscuits, and non-can cans.
Most of the vacuum-packed potato chips and buns will be consumed within half a month.
Canned food, compressed biscuits and instant noodles also cannot last long.
"Dark Sun Wasteland" has never been a movie in the traditional sense. It does not have a fixed protagonist. It just sets the background template of the world, throws in millions of professional or non-professional actors, blocks the memory of reality, and makes
They use the false memories given by the script and their own subconscious to deduce and deduce the plot.
Therefore, this movie is not necessarily a happy ending, but may also be a tragic ending with the extinction of all mankind.
"This is too difficult!"
Zhu Jiazhi couldn't help but sigh and lamented in his heart.
Only after immersing myself in the scene did I realize that the word doomsday is not as simple as it seems in many movies.
It is closely related to food, clothing, housing and transportation.
Everything that was convenient in the past has gone away from me.
After a while, Zhu Jiazhi patted his face and forced himself to cheer up.
He looked at Yan Anqing seriously and said in a sincere tone: "Dr. Yan, no matter what others say, don't care, just be yourself!"
"I'm best at recognizing people."
"Although you act very cold, much like the mad scientists in those movies, I know that you have a kind, selfless, and sincere heart."
Zhu Jiazhi did not mention this casually, but was directed at some opponents in the base.
Thirteen survivor teams have entered the shelter of Nanke Research Base one after another.
When there are hundreds of people, there are all kinds of strange things.
The forest is big and there are all kinds of birds.
Recently, Yan Anqing and his scientific research team are working hard to conquer genetically modified crops, hoping to develop super crops that can adapt to survive in the drastically changing earth environment and produce food.
But inside the base, there were some survivors who began to feel restless.
