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Chapter 1 Traveling through the wasteland, starting with a radioactive cockroach - "CP-free Wasteland: Infrastructure raises the whole world"
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1. Wake up
It hurts.
It wasn't a dull pain from a bump, but a burning pain from the bones, running along the limbs toward the top of the head.
Lin Shuang's consciousness emerged from the chaos. The first second he made a professional instinctive judgment: his left arm had an open trauma and was infected and inflamed.
She wanted to raise her hand to touch the wound, but what her fingertips encountered was not the familiar quick-drying combat cloth, but a rough, damp cotton sweatshirt with a musty smell.The fabric was stiff and stiff, and the collar was crusted with sweat. It was cheap and old.
His eyelids slowly opened in the darkness, and his vision focused little by little.
Above the head are broken concrete beams, and dark brown rust oozes from the steel section, like dried blood that has solidified for a long time.Broken tiles hung in mid-air, with sharp edges, swaying slightly when the wind blew, and could be smashed down at any time.The air was mixed with the pungent smell of chemicals, the sweet smell of rot, and the musty smell of damp underground.
She couldn't forget the taste.
When searching and rescuing in the ruins of Syria, only in places where blind corners are closed and corpses have been suffocated for many days without ventilation can this overwhelming and breathless air of death precipitate.
Lin Shuang didn't get up in a hurry.
Eight years of military service and eight years of post-disaster rescue have ingrained into me an instinct—stabilize your condition first, and then move your body.
She closed her eyes and kept her heartbeat silent for tens of seconds. Her heart rate soared to 110, which was so fast that she panicked.The skin and flesh on the outside of the left upper arm were everted, the edge of the wound turned black and hard, the fingertips became swollen and hot when pressed lightly, and there was a faint feeling of pus underneath. This was a typical mid-stage trauma infection.
My muscles all over my body were stiff with soreness, my joints were so heavy that I couldn't lift them, my throat was as dry as sandpaper, and every time I swallowed, it hurt.
It is a complete set of symptoms of early radiation sickness.
She had memorized these words in the protection manual countless times, but when it really happened to her, she was far dirtier, stickier, and more physically nauseous than the description in the book.
I barely managed to hold my upper body up, and dizziness rushed over me instantly, my eyesight turned black, and the acid in my stomach rushed into my throat.She swallowed it hard.
It’s not about being strong, it’s about being severely dehydrated.My body was so dehydrated that I couldn't even shed tears, and my urine was so yellow and brown that I couldn't afford to waste it.
I glanced around and saw that it was not an apartment bedroom, but the collapsed and abandoned subway B2 platform.
Broken bricks, dust, and twisted steel bars covered the ground, and broken walls and ruins blocked most of the passages. It was a post-apocalyptic desolation.
She looked down at her hands.
For a moment, my heart suddenly sank.
It wasn't her hand that had been holding a gun all year round, with thick calluses and clear joints.
These hands are tenderer, thinner, and younger, with black mud embedded between the nails, and an old burn scar on the side of the right index finger, with a clear and unfamiliar outline.
The body is not hers.
She passed into the body of a stranger.
"It is detected that the host's vital signs are approaching criticality, and the emergency binding mode is activated."
The cold mechanical sound directly hits the brain, without leaving the ear canal, like an ice needle piercing the temple and pouring ice water into it.
Lin Shuang's muscles tightened instantly, and her right hand instinctively touched her waist - nothing came out.
No gun, no knife, no tactical flashlight, nothing.
"The host does not need to be on stress alert. I am China's post-disaster reconstruction auxiliary experimental system, numbered LS-01. The host's consciousness fluctuations detected are highly consistent with this system, and it is forcibly bound across time and space. The binding rate is 100%. Please immediately perform three life-saving operations: find protective materials on site, evacuate the high-radiation area within thirty minutes, and treat the wound on the left arm to prevent sepsis."
Lin Shuang was silent for five seconds.
Twenty-eight years of life, eight years of studying, eight years of being a soldier, and eight years of post-disaster rescue.
She has seen PTSD, auditory hallucinations, concussion and cognitive confusion, and overseas nerve-disrupting drugs.Regarding the word "system", there is no ecstasy of ordinary people, only extreme vigilance, and the awkwardness of having professional knowledge subverted.
If it was a hallucination, it meant that her spirit had collapsed, and even her ability to survive was lost.
"How can I prove that you are not just my imagination?" She spoke, her voice as hoarse as sandpaper, unable to keep up with the rhythm of the vocal cords of this twenty-year-old body.
"Just say 'system interface' silently in your mind. If it is still an illusion, the host's subsequent natural survival probability will be less than 7%."
Neither humble nor arrogant, with clear logic and accurate data.
This illusion is too organized.
Lin Shuang thought silently in his heart.
A gray-green panel pops up in the upper right corner of the field of view, like an old-fashioned hospital monitor. The image is high-quality, minimalist and restrained, without fancy holographic light effects.
【Host status】
Soul age: 28 years old
Physical age: 20 years old
Radiation absorbed dose: 0.8Gy (mild radiation sickness)
Injury: left arm laceration, mid-stage infection, multiple abrasions all over the body
Survival points: 0
【Environmental information】
Location: Abandoned City Subway B2
Radiation dose rate: 3.2μSv/h (critical yellow zone, prolonged stay will aggravate radiation damage)
Temperature: 12℃
Air quality: poor, suspended radioactive dust and decaying particles
【Main mission】
Seven days of desperate survival
Reward: Water purifier manufacturing drawings
Progress: 0/7
Lin Shuang's heart sank when her eyes stopped on the line "Physical age is 20 years old".
The original owner died, and she was reborn under the cover of others.
"Analyze the complete situation."
“In 2026, the host encountered an energy storm in an unknown space, and his consciousness traveled to the wasteland in 2050, and merged with Lin Shuang, a survivor of the same name who died several hours ago.
World background: Global nuclear war in 2035. After ten years of dark turmoil, order in the wasteland took shape in 2050.The global population has dropped by 90%, leaving only 500 million people scattered in various radiation areas, accompanied by ruins, plunder, and mutated creatures."
Lin Shuang digested it silently.
Military academies have studied nuclear, biological and chemical protection, conducted nuclear leakage drills, and conducted countless disaster preparedness plans.
But those were controllable accidents.
It was not humans who burned civilization to scorched earth, leaving the remaining humans to survive in the ruins like ants.
She wasn't shocked or frightened.
Emotions consume physical energy, and every ounce of her energy now has to be saved to stay alive.
"Scan the surrounding fifty meters to mark living threats and lootable materials."
"Regular scanning consumes 10 energy, initial 100/100, do you want to execute it?"
"Execute."
I rolled out a rough three-dimensional map in my mind, and the platform structure, collapsed walls, and three passages were clearly visible: one stairwell leading to the ground, and two deep tunnels.
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