Chapter 344: Depression, Wait for Me to Come Back!

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The villagers roared excitedly, even after they came down the mountain, Su Mo's super hearing could distinguish some of them.

After assigning Chen Shen some tasks and sending him away, Su Mo cherished the "last" night he could sleep in this depression.

Tomorrow morning, all the materials and equipment that can be taken away from the underground shelter will be moved to the Hope.

By noon, after the last psionic water is used, the underground shelter will be neatly wrapped with steel plates with a hardness of 8 and enter a fully closed state.

By then, even if Su Mo wants to go in, it will take some effort, not to mention the enemies with ulterior motives.

And once it is closed, it will enter the final countdown to go to sea.

With this calculation, Su Mo only has the last 12 hours left to stay on this land!

Enter the password again, pull out the winch, and rotate the three-level alloy door up, revealing the slightly crowded garage inside.

At present, except for two rotary tillers on Tieshi Mountain, the ground tiger, King Kong, and harvester are all placed in the garage.

After going out to sea, these land vehicles will temporarily lose their functions, so they are placed in the shelter and pressed under the sea water, and Su Mo has no worries.

After closing the iron door and putting the tools that fell on the ground back on the shelf, he pushed open the heavy stone door and walked down the zigzag passage.

On the second floor, the lights are still bright.

The 300KW large engine is still outputting its power steadily, coupled with the slight noise from the 24-hour operation of the oil well. All this not only does not make Su Mo feel annoyed, but also has a different kind of intimacy.

One big and four small, still sitting in the breeding room, surrounding the large culture medium that has nothing planted at present, studying seriously.

Seeing Su Mo coming in, everyone just raised their heads, said hello, and then immersed their hearts in the books again.

The sea is about to be set, without human wisdom, even the jumpy Moore can sit down and read seriously when his responsibilities are clear, which is enough to show the great pressure.

He did not choose to disturb, and after nodding gently, Su Mo went down the stairs on the second floor to his own living floor.

"It would have been fine if Zhong Qingshu hadn't said this yesterday. Now that she said it, I feel that my place is really a bit shabby"

"It's like I just bought a rough house and couldn't wait to move in. There is nothing, but I am still poor and happy every day"

Touching every partition that he witnessed with his own eyes and rose from the ground, Su Mo laughed and complained.

It was the last night, and there was nothing urgent to do. Su Mo took a chair and began to pack up the sundries seriously.

The hundreds of excellent quality daily necessities purchased before must be taken on board.

All ammunition, explosive packs, and shells must not be left behind.

The workbench that can be taken away must be moved away. As for the 300 disaster points required to move the small laser tool machine, Su Mo also waved his hand and chose to spend it.

The cost of remaking a tool machine is too high, far exceeding 300 points.

As for the subsequent upgrade of small and medium-level tool machines, after so many days of collection, the materials are already sufficient, and it can be realized immediately as long as the shelter level is reached.

As for the remaining large objects, the furnace requires material and energy output, and the disaster points required for movement are too high, so it can only be abandoned.

The oil well must be closed after leaving, just like the psionic water well, staying here waiting for its "master" to come back.

He kept tinkering until the early morning, packed all the sundries in sacks and put them in the living room, and after checking again to make sure there was nothing missing, Su Mo clapped his hands with satisfaction and came to the stove to start boiling water.

With the help of the lion man's wind, the water boiled very quickly. Looking at the steam rising in the bathtub, Su Mo slowly stepped into it.

"What a refreshing experience!"

For modern people, it is hard to imagine what it feels like to not take a bath for more than ten or twenty days.

But for a little lord who is busy in the wasteland, every bath is like a new life, which makes people relax from head to toe and even their mind.

Pull out a repeater that has long been eliminated in the civilized era from the storage space.

Take out a tape of Jay Chou.

After combining the two, as Su Mo pressed the play button, the tape in the repeater started to turn, and Zhou's melody began to resound in the third floor of the underground shelter.

Listening to songs and taking a bath, Su Mo changed into a fresh and clean pajamas at one o'clock, and floated to his small bed lightly.

Today, even this wooden bed built on the first day of the wasteland can no longer bear Su Mo's increasingly strong body.

A few wooden corners will make a creaking sound as Su Mo turns over.

But sleeping on it, listening to the familiar creaking sound, Su Mo's mood can quickly calm down and enter a state of sleep.

Huh

Huh

A trace of heavy breathing sound is transmitted from the abdomen to the nasal cavity, and then from the nasal cavity back to the whole body.

Although almost 99% of people in the outside world are working overtime, trying to cram for the last night of the disaster.

But the 146 people lying in the underground shelter and Iron Stone Mountain, all slept soundly and sweetly.

No words all night

When it was 7:30, the punctual biological clock rushed to the alarm clock and woke Su Mo from his sleep again.

Unlike usual, this time Su Mo did not get up directly, but turned over and continued to sleep soundly.

Eight o'clock

Nine o'clock

Nine thirty!

Although he was no longer sleepy, lying on this shabby little bed, Su Mo's sense of happiness was rising rapidly like a quadratic equation.

Of course, being able to achieve "bed-in freedom" in the wasteland is a very luxurious thing.

After waiting until ten o'clock, feeling that his mental state had completely changed, Su Mo slowly got up and drank the psionic water on the bedside.

Most of the breakfast brought by the cooks had been eaten by one big and four small children, and the rest was still hot in the thermos.

A bowl of Qishan steamed noodles, which is very famous in the Guanzhong area of ​​​​Shaanxi, was placed in the bucket.

The noodles are slender, evenly thick, the 芊子 is fresh and fragrant, the red oil floats on the surface, the soup is sour and spicy, and the tendons are chewy and refreshing.

This is a kind of noodles that will not become lumpy even if it is left for a long time, and it has a very important position in Guanzhong.

Whether it is weddings, funerals, festivals, children's full moon, the elderly's birthday, farewell to relatives and friends, etc., it can be found on important occasions.

It is eaten with garlic that the villagers have cultivated at the foot of the mountain these days, pickled sugar garlic.

A mouthful of noodles, a mouthful of garlic, and a mouthful of smashed cucumber.

This meal made Su Mo 90% full, but he still felt unsatisfied.

"Huh, the food in the shelter is too good. I'm going out alone on the sea and have to cook for myself again!"

Regretfully, he put the remaining bowls and chopsticks into the food bowl, and faced the currently packed but not yet loaded materials, Su Mo began the final transportation.

Opening the door, Dihu has been sent back to the door.

From a distance, you can see many villagers walking in the depression on this holiday, looking at the primitive scenery on the wasteland.

However, everyone followed a rule, staying 500 meters away from the underground shelter to give Su Mo enough privacy.

The materials were loaded into the truck in two trips, and all the packed sundries were taken on board.

The third trip, the workbench and the small machine tool were taken to the conference room on the second floor of the deck.

The fourth and fifth trips, some basic materials piled next to the underground shelter that had not been used up were taken on board by Su Mo and thrown into the damage control warehouse.

After this trip, the time came to noon, exactly as planned.

Since going to bed last night, the furnace has stopped making shells, and replaced them with 200mm thick steel plates.

Now, enough steel plates have been produced in the garage, and Su Mo is just waiting for the final packaging.

"Have you taken everything? Make sure there is nothing left out?"

Seeing the big and small shaking their heads, Su Mo did not shy away, and did not dismiss the villagers wandering around and Connie next to him, and called the system directly.

To this day, Su Mo has discovered that other people cannot detect the green light of the system.

All the attribute panels and upgrade panels that can be reflected in front of him are completely invisible to others.

And with the perfect cover of the game panel, other people can also understand the upgrade of the steel plate package of the shelter as the power of the game.

The green light swallowed and spit slightly, and the shelter panel that had not been seen for a long time reappeared.

[Underground Shelter - Su Mo]

[Description]: This is a stone shelter made of heavy stone. Under natural disasters, such a shelter can provide you with a stable place to go. Please upgrade it, it will become the key to your foothold in the wasteland!

[Upgrade Direction 1]: Iron Shelter:

[Upgrade Direction 2]: Reinforced Concrete Shelter:

[Upgrade Direction 3]: Structural Shelter:

[Upgrade Direction]:

[Upgrade Direction 12]: Psionic Shelter:

[Evaluation]: Continue to upgrade it, maybe you can discover more secrets!

"Upgrade? More secrets?"

Surveying the evaluation given by the system, Su Mo was slightly surprised.

"It will definitely be upgraded. Don't worry. When I come back from the sea, I will make you the strongest in the wasteland again!"

Touching the "stone house" that had protected him for nearly two months in the wasteland, thinking of the dozens of gangsters who had been defeated here, Su Mo's mind moved and switched to the independent upgrade page.

For the modification and installation, after paying 350 points of manual fee, the steel plate placed on the ground began to dance.

Under the constraint of the green light, the steel plate began to slowly stick to the stone wall, and merged into one in an instant, as if the two were originally in a symbiotic state.

And in the underground of the underground shelter, some steel plates also turned into phantoms that penetrated layers of walls and soil, flew to the bottom layer, and completely blocked it.

With the withdrawal of the green light, the underground shelter officially entered a closed state.

Before Su Mo took the initiative to start, no second person would enter here, and it would sink completely into the sea.

And if Su Mo fell in the sea, then when the next generation comes in, this place may become a super "treasure" that makes them cheer and jump for joy.

But now

He shook his head slightly, got in the car, loaded one adult and four children, whistled lightly, and drove the car to the Hope.

After emptying the car of all the remaining supplies and getting on board, Su Mo handed the car over to the militiamen who stayed in front of the Hope and asked them to drive back. Then, Su Mo returned to the Hope again by walking up the wooden stairs.

So far, all the preparations have been completed.

Before the time reaches 12 o'clock, Su Mo still has nearly 11 hours to prepare.

After spending two hours with Moore and Connie, he laid a layer of energy-absorbing glue on all places on the Hope that might be hit by rain, took out the purchased safe house, and began to build it patiently again.

Although the progress bar of the new life is full, Su Mo will not choose to fight the disaster head-on if he can use such a "cheap and reliable" way to survive the disaster.

At 4:50 pm, all the defense work was completed.

After going down to the engine room at the bottom and inspecting all the cabins from bottom to top one by one, the time came to six o'clock in the evening.

Following the stairs, he climbed back to the captain's room, which was still a hard bed. After taking a few sips of psionic water and resting for a while, Su Mo began to busy himself with the captain's room.

He took out the new bedding prepared by the villagers and laid it out, put the ancestral sofa from the underground shelter on the ground, and then took out the last folding table and spread it out.

Seeing that the captain's room was already a little lively, just when Su Mo wanted to continue to clean up, there was a loud gong and drum sound outside.

When he looked out, Su Mo couldn't help shaking his head.

Yesterday, all the villagers, including the management, were "pretending" to create a festive farewell.

But when they were about to leave, these people couldn't help but "break the defense"!

Striking two large gongs, all the villagers spontaneously lined up, stood under the Hope, and began to shout rhythmically following the gongs:

"Director, we are waiting for you to come back!"

"Director, you are invincible in the ocean!"

"Director, you are invincible in the wasteland!"

Accompanied by the corny slogans, standing on the 20-meter-high Hope, Su Mo could vaguely see that some people had begun to wipe their tears secretly, while others were lying on their backs, trying to stop their tears from rolling down.

Unlike the star-chasing scenes in the civilized era, in such a solemn atmosphere, Su Mo did not feel embarrassed at all, but a stream of hot blood kept gushing out of his heart.

Standing at the front, as the last meal that Su Mo could eat in the depression, the cooks took heavy steps up the stairs.

"Director, this last meal is a little simple, please don't mind it."

"The dumplings in here are made by everyone. Director, you must take care of yourself when you go out to sea!"

As she spoke, the cook, who was less than 30 years old and still a young girl, finished her words and ran down the stairs crying.

Apparently, according to the villagers' agreement, she couldn't cry today.

She didn't want to break the rules.

But she didn't want Su Mo to see her cry even more!

She watched the cook return to the ground, looking at the irregularly shaped and different-sized dumplings in the thermos, and then looking at the crowd standing below who were still shouting.

Somehow, Su Mo's eyes were a little itchy, as if sand had entered

Sumo had been avoiding it for a whole day, but he couldn't escape this "farewell" after all.

Looking at the crowd below, after using up the greatest strength of his life, Su Mo stood by the guardrail and shouted passionately:

"Go back!"

"You must be well! Wait for me to come back!"

"Wadi, help me guard it! Don't let anyone in!"

"Use your fists to tell them: This is Su Shen's territory, this is ours"

"Territory!!!"

At this moment, the crowd below also began to use all their strength and shouted in unison:

"Director, we are waiting for you to come back!"

"Wadi, wait for you to come back!"

Boom!

A gong sounded, like the beginning of the world, and like breaking the old and establishing the new.

At this moment, in the records of later generations

It was this day

The steps belonging to mankind, the wasteland, and the future

Finally took the first step forward firmly!