Chapter 1472 Three Years in the Wasteland, Gifts in the Safe!

December 31st, Year Two of the Calendar at the end of the wasteland.

There are only the last eighteen days left before the first god gambling battle officially begins.

On the eve of the end of the second year of the wasteland and the beginning of the new year, every corner of human society is filled with a special and complex emotion.

Perhaps everyone knows that this is not just a change of years, but also a moment when they climb step by step from the abyss of despair and the flowers of hope watered with blood, sweat and tears are about to bloom.

Therefore, even if the whole world seems to be holding its breath, waiting for the critical moment to decide the final fate.

As the end of the second year of human beings on earth in the wasteland, it also serves as the continuation of the past and the beginning of the new year.

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When this day arrived, almost all territories, regardless of size, tried their best to hold meaningful New Year's parties in their own way.

This is not only a celebration of the arrival of the new year, but also a collective tribute to those who have rebuilt their homes in the ruins and found light in despair in the past year.

Tesla territory.

A grand bonfire party was held in the farmland after the wheat harvest.

People sit around a blazing bonfire, and the firelight reflects the complex expressions on their faces, including painful memories of the past and infinite longing for the future.

The survivors who were lucky enough to survive took turns telling about those thrilling days, how they found food in the ruins, and how they rescued each other in desperate situations.

A few brave ones will also share their experiences of head-on battles with aliens, scaring the surrounding audience into screaming from time to time.

Children nestled in the arms of their mothers or elders. Although they did not fully understand everything the adults said, they could still feel the coexistence of heaviness and hope from the adults' expressions and tones.

Not long after, the aroma of roasted potatoes filled the night sky. The alluring aroma mixed with the salty aroma of salt made people drool.

The survivors tacitly stopped talking, each picked up the potatoes with pious expressions, and ate them silently.

A very reassuring feeling pervaded the place.

The warehouse full of grain from the autumn harvest is a beam of light that penetrates the haze, illuminating the way forward for the survivors.

Perhaps there are still many bumps and valleys ahead.

But at least.

at the moment.

They finally have the qualifications to fight against difficulties.

"How great. It only took us two years to get where we are today. Even if we had to do it over ten thousand times, I don't think we could do better than what we do now."

Standing in the shadows next to the farmland, Musk quietly looked at the harmonious scene in front of him, with an unspeakable emotion in his tone.

"That's right. If you think about it carefully, any success cannot be replicated. If it were to happen again, I don't know if I would have died in his hands with a shaking hand when I first traveled to the wasteland and fought with the alien race."

Security Director Thomas followed Musk and heard him say this, and replied with the same emotion.

As long as you think about the hardships you suffered in the past days, you can't help but feel chills running down your spine.

To be honest, there is no chance of anyone who has the confidence to go through it again.

"By the way, Mr. Musk, there's only half an hour left before the party ends. Should you consider going back to rest, otherwise there will be a lot of people in the room."

Thomas shrugged, "Unless you want to waste three hours here."

"Oh, damn, let's go back quickly."

Musk looked bitter and quickly put away all his emotions.

If it weren't for the recent smooth operation of the factory and the research and development work of the research institute, he would have had to live in the factory 24 hours a day to supervise operations.

"Well...it's such a lively day today, why didn't Dean Ji come? Has he been in the research institute all day?"

Before leaving, Musk tilted his head and suddenly thought of what was missing in the current scene.

During the autumn harvest, Director Ji of the institute had to go to see the excitement countless times a day.

As a result, we arrived at the New Year’s party and couldn’t see anyone the whole day?

"I don't know. Dean Ji seems to be very busy recently. He hasn't been out of the institute." Thomas frowned and then remembered that he hadn't seen Mr. Ji for three days.

As a security director, this is obviously a serious dereliction of duty and has relaxed the protection of important people.

"I'll go ask the security guard at the institute and see..."

"Forget it, let's go straight there. It just so happens that I will sleep in the research institute tonight."

Musk waved his hands repeatedly and got on the battery car first.

For Mr. Ji, his inner emotions are very complicated.

On the one hand, the speed at which the other party advanced scientific research was so frightening that ordinary people could not understand it, which made him often glad that he had not misjudged the person at that time.

On the other hand, he knew that the identity of Mr. Ji was not simple. He was definitely not an unknown ordinary person. He must have other aspirations when entering Tesla territory.

Musk has always suppressed his intellectual curiosity and tried not to think about this aspect.

But as the time for the first gambling fight got closer and closer, he always felt that the other party seemed to be more anxious than him.

It was as if...he was going to participate in this gambling battle.

Musk is convinced that he is not alone in feeling this way. Many researchers at the institute also feel the same way.

Some of those large and small research projects, although they have only started, the direction they are involved in can affect the development in the next few years.

With such a far-sighted vision, no one would believe that there is no clear plan for the future.

"We are here!"

Musk was thinking, and the battery car stopped in front of the institute that had been expanded three times.

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

The lights in the institute were still bright, like daytime, completely tearing the curtain of night.

Each huge floor-to-ceiling window shone with warm and firm light, reflecting the busy figures inside.

In this dim light, Musk's eyes did not stop.

As soon as he got off the car, he stared at the only dark room on the third floor and fell into a dead silence.

"Mr. Musk..."

Thomas also saw the only room with the lights off and swallowed nervously.

As the most important person in the institute, this light went out, and he didn't receive any notification?

How is this possible?

Are the dozens of guards arranged by the institute asleep?

This kind of thing didn't arouse their vigilance?

Countless questions suddenly appeared in Thomas' mind, but before he could say anything else, Musk was like a deflated ball, and his straight back bent a lot in an instant.

"No need to look for him, he... left."

"Gone?"

Thomas was stunned, but saw the captain of the guard on duty in the institute walked over with an embarrassed look on his face.

"Lord, supervisor, are you looking for Dean Ji?"

"He came to me specifically when he left in the afternoon, and didn't let me disturb you to attend the New Year's Eve party. He said... you are back, go to his room and you will know."

"What?" Thomas' tone became hurried, "Where is he, where did he go?"

"I don't know, we arranged people to protect Dean Ji when he went out, but... but the people who followed him were thrown away after walking a distance."

The captain of the guard was a little incoherent, "But... it's the same in the past. We are all used to being thrown away by Dean Ji in a few moves, so we didn't pay much attention to this matter."

"FU*K!"

Thomas held his forehead and couldn't help blurting out a Chinese quintessence.

In other words, the person they were protecting easily left their sight for half a day. If Musk hadn't come to the institute tonight, it might take a day or two or even longer to know the news?

And why did the guards not care about being easily thrown off the track?

Thomas's legs were shaking with nervousness, fearing that Musk would blame him and attribute the disappearance of Dean Ji to the territory guards.

But fortunately, Musk didn't move much from beginning to end, still staring at the darkened window.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that he suddenly came back to his senses and sniffed expressionlessly.

"Let's go and see what Dean Ji left for us."

"Yes!"

Thomas breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly cleared the way in front.

In the middle of the way, he secretly opened the game interface and told several guards on the third floor to quickly confirm the situation in the room through private chat to prevent any unexpected safety situation.

"Did Mr. Ji say anything when he left?"

"No, he just said you'll know when you go to the room."

"Oh." Musk sniffed again. This was his subconscious reaction when facing unexpected situations, to relieve his anxiety.

On the third floor, the door had been opened by the guard, the lights were on, and he simply checked the interior.

"No abnormality, but there is a safe on the table..."

The guard came forward to report to Thomas, turned sideways, and everyone could see a huge safe of 60 cm long and wide on the table.

"Mr. Musk, do you want us..." Thomas hesitated.

If it was something left by Mr. Ji, it would be a bit excessive if they opened it violently.

But if there were any dangerous items in it, who could bear the responsibility afterwards?

"No need."

"If we can't even trust him for so long, then there are few people in this wasteland who can trust it."

Musk pushed open the remaining half of the door, indicating that the guards were waiting outside, and only let Thomas follow.

At the entrance, the only small window that can be opened on the French window is half open, and the night breeze brings a cool breeze.

The room should have been cleaned once, and it looks extremely tidy.

Even the dust on the corners has been carefully wiped, and there is no trace of life.

"Really gone..."

Musk felt an unspeakable sense of loss in his heart, walked to the safe, and put his hand on it.

The box is a common roulette password safe.

The password consists of three roulettes in total, and you need to turn and enter three two-digit numbers to open it.

Under Thomas's gaze, Musk quickly turned the dial to try.

There was a click.

The password verification was successful, and it was indeed the day when the two met.

The box automatically opened 15 degrees, revealing the internal structure, which is divided into two layers.

There was a letter on the upper layer, and the word "Ji" was engraved on the envelope with wax.

The lower layer was four documents wrapped in scientific research waterproof bags, each of which seemed to have hundreds of pages.

"Go out, we don't need you here anymore."

"Okay, call me anytime if you have any questions." Thomas turned around and left the room tactfully.

This was the best outcome. Although Mr. Ji left, he still considered them as always.

Otherwise, if there are any dangerous items in this safe, or some gadgets to tease Musk, it may not be enough to let him die ten thousand times.

Buzz.

The moment Thomas closed the door, Musk sat down on the chair dejectedly.

He did not rush to take out the letters and materials inside, but sat there blankly looking out the window.

A few days ago, the two were still standing there imagining the future life of mankind and how to take root in the wasteland.

But in the blink of an eye, they suddenly parted ways.

"Shit, it's really shit!"

For a long while, Musk exhaled a foul breath.

Although he kept cursing, his mood finally adjusted from the previous melancholy.

He took out the letter above, brushed his fingers over the wax that seemed to still have temperature, and slowly opened it.

The envelope was very thin, with only a piece of paper inside.

Musk gently picked up the letter and began to read from top to bottom:

'Dear Mr. Musk, please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. We Chinese have an old saying, "A bosom friend is a friend indeed." Although I don't know when we will meet again, I believe that as long as we have the same goal, we will meet again one day. '

'Before leaving, I thought about it and decided to leave you two special gifts. I hope you can make good use of them and continue to contribute to the rooting of the earth's human beings in the wasteland. '

'Well, the coffee you gave me is delicious, so when I left, I went to your office and took away all the remaining coffee. I hope you won't be angry! '

'December 31, the second year of the Wasteland End Calendar, Ji Longliu. '

There is not much lyricism, nor is there a clear reason for leaving.

Musk read it expressionlessly, and there seemed to be no psychological changes, but the speed of twitching his nose was obviously much faster.

Even after reading each sentence, he would subconsciously twitch once.

"Damn, take my coffee..."

He murmured and cursed, stuffed the letter paper back into the envelope, and put it back in the safe.

Gift?

If these gifts are not valuable enough, you will be wanted by me in the wasteland!

Even if I search the ends of the earth, I will bring you back!

Musk thought so in his heart, and pulled out the top information bag angrily and opened the outer waterproof layer.

Crash.

Scattered drawings fell on the table, flying one by one, and the inside was filled with the pleasant smell of ink.

Hmm?

In just a moment, a special modeling drawing attracted his attention.

This is an armor structure drawing he has never seen before, no, this is an armor that looks very much like Iron Man's armor.

The smooth curves, silky edges, and the dense parameter markings around it.

Musk picked up the drawing in astonishment, and his breathing seemed to stagnate.

This?

What is this?

...

An hour has passed.

Thomas looked at the watch anxiously and wandered in front of the door.

In this hour, except for the first few minutes, Musk's crazy and excited shouting almost never stopped.

Is he crazy?

Finally, a common sound suddenly came from inside, like something was knocked to the ground.

Thomas finally found a reason, and hurriedly knocked on the door, and pushed it open two seconds later.

"Mr. Musk, do you need some help..."

He was ready for Mr. Ji to leave and Mr. Musk to be furious.

However, before he finished speaking, Thomas froze in his place.

In the huge room, the floor was filled with manuscripts full of handwriting, forming a big circle.

Musk half-knelt in the big circle, as if praying, and bent down devoutly.

From beginning to end, even if the door was opened, his eyes were still fixed on these manuscripts, not affected by the outside world at all.

A hoarse murmur came from Musk's mouth.

"It's true... This is actually true?!"

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