he pair of chopsticks that was poking out of the bloody picture, as well as the pieces of meat with some sauce on them.
It made him force down a wave of vomiting impulse.

“You ate a few bites of dry cakes during the day today.
You have to add more vitamins and protein.” The pair of chopsticks poked firmly in front of his nose.

“No…” As soon as Ruan Xian opened his mouth, Tang Yibu took the opportunity to stuff the meat into it.

“If you must know, I can tell you the backstory.” Seeing Ruan Xian’s expression that didn’t look like he would spit it out, Tang Yibu swallowed the food in his mouth.

“Some humans moved in sparsely populated places; some humans got into the medical dormant warehouse, blocked their vital signs, and then were abandoned in the garbge dumps… In short, people who survived through various means gradually gathered and organized various shelters.”

“On the other hand, artificial intelligence occupies the city and continues to hunt humans.
They have also transformed many creatures.
Mutant monsters such as the ventral cockroach have appeared rapidly.
These are the outlines of the doomsday information provided by the manual.”

Tang Yibu handed over the entire lunch box and said, “02-0001 is as an introduction to the shelter, which is more suitable during mealtime.”

Ruan Xian swallowed the pieces of meat in his mouth unknowingly and took the lunch box with both hands.
The lunch box was divided into four square compartments, one of which contains a hard boiled egg, and the remaining three…

“Rabbit stew with beans, mashed potatoes, and brined brussels sprouts.” Tang Yibu introduced with shining eyes.

Ruan Xian sighed and resignedly dialed the manual page number to 02-0001 and picked up his chopsticks.
Casually, he looked at the other dinner on the table.

“Ours is different?”

“Mine are hard boiled eggs, nutritional supplements, nutritional supplements, and nutritional supplements.” Tang Yibu shrugged.
“If there are salt bean cakes left, our hard boiled eggs should be salt bean cakes.”

After making sure that Ruan Xian held the lunch box firmly, Tang Yibu hummed a little tune and returned to the table.
He used a spoon to dig out the viscous nutrients in the lunch box and ate slowly.

“Let’s switch,” Ruan Xian said suddenly.
He propped up the crutches equipped in the room, grabbed the small box on his knee, and sat on the other side of the table.

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Tang Yibu stopped his chopsticks and raised his eyebrows.

“I don’t have much appetite, so I want to eat some liquid food.” The food was delicious, but under stress, he basically couldn’t taste anything.
Since they had to continue to get along, it was better to take this opportunity throw Tang Yibu a bone and use it as a gesture of friendship.

Besides, before he died, because of his physique, he had always lived on specially prepared processed foods.

“Okay,” Tang Yibu said happily, exchanging lunch boxes for the two of them.
“Thank you very much.”

Ruan Xian nodded, scooped up the nutritional supplements, mechanically stuffed it into his mouth, and continued to watch the video.

“Welcome to Shade Refuge.”

A sweet female voice came from the metal box on his lap, and the picture on the light screen turned into a refreshing, beautiful forest scenery.
Then there were vegetables, rabbits and chickens in the breeding room, and finally the camera stopped on a few sheep that were gazing.

“We have the richest living resources, the best experts, and the most professional explorers…”

The nutritional supplements were salty and greasy.
However, it is much better than the bitterness of medicine that couldn’t be covered by additives in his memory.

“…Electricity guaranteed by the combination of solar energy, hydroelectric power, and nuclear energy.
Our medical institution is equipped with ten molecular printers.
Don’t worry about drug shortages.
You’re safe here.”

The female voice continued as Ruan Xian listened carefully while his eating became slower.
Eventually, Tang Yibu stood up from the opposite side after he finished eating and there was still a box full of nutritional supplements left on his plate untouched.

“Next is the message from the creator.”

There were two familiar figures on the screen.

One was Fan Linsong.
He looked thirty years old, his face was haggard, and his white hair had a withered yellowish glow to it.
His back was unbearably hunched, as if he was about to be crushed by immense pain.

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The other figure was stuck in a mechanical wheelchair, extremely thin, and many parts of his torso was heavily replaced by machinery.
Countless tubs and wires tangled together as if the man seemed to be part of the wheelchair…

Although his disappearance has changed a bit, Ruan Xian could still be sure that it was the wheelchair specifically designed by himself.

Ruan Xian squeezed the spoon in his hand unconsciously, and the metal handle made his palm ache.

However, the person’s exposed skin didn’t have terrible red lesions; only healthy white.
The facial features on his face were standard but stiff, without any semblance of expression, like a dummy that was crudely manufactured.

Artificial skin.

If that was…

“Nowadays, survival itself requires great courage.
First of all, I want to say to everyone who saw this news, you’re all good.”

The man opened his mouth, and his voice was extremely familiar.

“Secondly, please feel at ease.
We’re equipped with a perceptual camouflage system here that affects electronic detectors scrying results and logs in real time.
I can personally guarantee that the Shade Shelter is currently one of the safest places in the world.”

“We are about to leave here and explore more possible ways out.
Later leaders will judge everyone’s qualifications and assign the most suitable job for them.
Whether you’re here for the first time, or you can’t bear the stress and erased your memory… Don’t give up.
There is always hope.”

“Everyone who is still alive is the kindle of mankind.
Please believe that you are very important.”

Ruan Xian slowly put down the spoon.
He couldn’t eat another bite.

That was indeed the voice of “Ruan Xian”.
More mature and calm, but there was no doubt that it belonged to him. Who is that? Or what is it?

Of course, another possibility also existed.
Ruan Xian grabbed his wrist so that his hand wouldn’t tremble too obviously.

Who is he? …Or what is he?

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