The Son of the Cthulhu must be saved [Quick Transmigration]

Ruan Mobei watched the entire documentary on the TV with a cracked corner.

Facing the crisis of extinction, human beings have chosen three methods at the same time to continue the hope of the race.

First, the Ark group consisting of 47 large spacecrafts carried artificial biospheres, genome samples and 79 humans to deep space.Hundreds of capsule travel pods were projected in all directions, serving as "probes" for the Arks, looking for possible suitable dwellings.

Secondly, build 330 strongholds around the world, and the rest of the qualified human beings will enter the dormant warehouse and sleep in the deepest layer of the stronghold.The program preset by artificial intelligence wakes up a mechanical engineer every 100 years to complete the maintenance of the stronghold and protective barriers. According to the detected environmental conditions, it decides whether to release people from dormancy and restart the stronghold.

In the end, the giant international space station "Eden" was jointly formed by Russia's Korolev, US Skylab, China's Tiangong series, EU Galileo and other space stations to store the backup of human civilization and carry 270 astronauts. The established remote orbit is used as the last kindling.

At the end of the film, a capsule travel capsule flies alone into the unknown deep space like a meteor.The young explorer sleeps in the dormant cabin, and when the cabin passes through the planet, he will wake up briefly to convey the news to the ark group whether it is suitable for habitation.

His life will be spent alternately between short awakenings and long slumbers, and will eventually become a cold corpse in the hibernation chamber, turned into space junk.

That hatch will never be opened.

The screen went black.

Ruan Mobei was unable to speak for a long time. This is an epic written by human beings. At the last moment, they turned into a real community with a shared future like never before, praising dedication and sacrifice with their lives.

Personal destiny is as insignificant as dust, submerged in the torrent of fate.

He Songming looked at Ruan Mobei's face, but he didn't feel that much. When he saw this film for the first time, he was still in school, and there were people making messy noises in the classroom. The teacher was busy maintaining order, and he was so noisy. terribly upset.

But this time, he was already yawning halfway through, and some things in it made him curl his lips.

"I don't really understand." He Songming asked in a low voice in the dark, "Didn't those people know that they were going to die when they left?"

"they know."

He Songming felt unbelievable, "Then why do you want to go?"

"Because of faith. People always have something they want to protect."

"Even if you have to sacrifice your life?"

"Even at the expense of life."

He Songming frowned. For many years, he had been the one who had been sacrificed, enduring unspeakable pain and struggles. He didn't understand how someone would be willingly used by others and call it "dedication"?

"For example... If someone who is very special to you is injured and he is in great pain, are you willing to give yourself to make him recover?"

He Songming stared at Ruan Mobei for a few seconds, he pursed his lower lip, lowered his eyes and whispered, "There is no such person."

Ruan Mobei smiled, raised his hand and rubbed his head, "Well, maybe when you get older, you will gradually understand."

He Songming let Ruan Mobei ruffle his hair, staring at his toes thoughtfully.

give...?

It was getting late, and the exhaustion from the depths of the soul began to spread. Ruan Mobei collected his mood and stood up, "Let's go, go to rest, do you have to go to collect medicine tomorrow?"

"Yeah." He Songming yawned, "But I haven't finished the book yet."

"Let's talk about it tomorrow, sleep is important."

Human beings have just woken up from a deep sleep for only five or sixty years, and they are still living in anarchy around the strongholds. Naturally, the technological industry of drug production cannot be restarted.All the medicines used in the stronghold were hoarded and preserved before the disaster. Although the current stock is still sufficient, no one can say when the fresh medicine will start to be manufactured.

For sustainable development, the doctor chose the more ancient way, going to the nearby forest twice a month to pick herbs.

This time, as his student, He Songming also joined in.

He Songming is not the only medical student in the stronghold, but he is the youngest, and he stands out among a group of ten-year-old children.

He Songming was wrapped in the assault jacket that Chen Rui had prepared for him in advance, and walked in the middle of the team with a medicine basket on his back. He wore fleece gloves, so his movements were not very neat - He Songming never liked wearing gloves, if it wasn't for Ruan Mobei He frowned and scolded him, and he didn't plan to take it this time.

"Your hands are frozen like this, how dare you not wear gloves." Ruan Mobei was by He Songming's side. He was wearing short sleeves, walking in the silver-clad woods, stepping on the thick snow, There is a very strange sense of dislocation.

"Anyway, it will heal soon." He Songming didn't care.

Ruan Mobei said seriously, "That can't be the reason why you don't cherish yourself."

"……understood."

He Songming has followed the class for more than a month, and the medical students have been familiar with him for a long time, and they all take good care of this thin brother who is several years younger than them, and will always help him when he encounters difficult places. He Songming also changed from being a refrain from oil and salt, to being able to stretch out his hand and lend a helping hand.

But this does not mean that He Songming forgave those who have hurt him, or who may hurt him in the future. Instead of closing himself in an isolated island, it is better to be smart, use gentleness as a disguise, and treat people as objects that can be used ——Since those people use him as a tool, why can't he do the same?

Anyway, sincerity is not worth mentioning in front of interests.

This is the philosophy of doing things that he just realized.

The doctor took He Songming, who was here for the first time, with him, and asked him to follow him closely.

"Look at this." The doctor stopped, squatted down, and carefully pushed aside the thick snow, half of the rotten wood leaked out, and at the root of the rotten wood, a clump of black-red umbrellas grew.

"It's Ganoderma lucidum." He Songming recognized this herb similar to the one in the illustrated book.

"Yes." The doctor carefully dug out the Ganoderma lucidum, put it under his nose and smelled it, "It looks good."

He handed the Ganoderma lucidum to He Songming, and He Songming observed carefully. There was a small insect eye under the fruiting body of the Ganoderma lucidum, and several weeds were entwined on it.

"It's the first time I've seen wild Ganoderma lucidum." Ruan Mobei touched He Songming's hand. The red-black fungus was hard and cold. It used to be called Tai Sui meat, and it was priceless. "The environment here is quite similar to that in the Northeast." There should be a lot of wild medicinal plants."

"northeast?"

"It is the general name of the three provinces in the northeast of the country before the catastrophe."

He Songming asked again, "What are countries and provinces?"

Ruan Mobei was at a loss for words for a while. Perhaps the first generation of people who woke up from the dormant cabin still remembered which country they belonged to, but He Songming is the third generation after the earth restarted. When he was born, the concept of country had disappeared. Now People are classified according to their stronghold.

"Who are you talking to?" A girl not far away asked curiously.

"It's nothing." He Songming closed his mouth, still asking Ruan Mobei with his eyes.

Ruan Mobei didn't know how to explain it in detail. The first thing he thought of was Marx's sentence "The state is a tool for the ruling class to exercise class rule", but He Songming certainly couldn't understand such a profound concept, "Well...a group of people who say People who speak the same language, have the same culture and history, and the land under their feet constitute a country."

He Songming whispered, "Same as the stronghold? Sounds a bit boring."

Ruan Mobei didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he thought for a while, and said, "A country is a place where you can feel a sense of belonging."

He Songming suddenly realized, "My bed?"

Ruan Mobei couldn't help laughing out loud, He Songming's idea was really cute, "You can think so too."

"Then I'm the king because it's my bed."

"Correct."

"You are my people because you sleep in my bed."

"right?"

Ruan Mobei's answer successfully made the boy in front of him jump for joy. He put the ganoderma into the basket and said, "Understood, it's nothing difficult."

As Ruan Mobei guessed, there are many wild medicinal resources in this forest similar to the Xiaoxing'an Mountains. After a while, He Songming's back basket was mostly filled with Burnet, Schisandra, Aconitum and Tang Songcao.

The students scattered to find herbal medicines. He Songming followed the doctor and walked into the depths of the forest. The doctor told him the pharmacology and function of each plant while picking them.

Ruan Mobei wandered around. It was his first time entering the snow-covered forest. Fortunately, he didn't have to worry about the temperature. Naturally, he took the opportunity to appreciate it.

He walked around two trees that were as thick as three people hugging each other, and in the sky that was split into countless pieces by the branches, he saw the figures of birds passing by. fog.

Ruan Mobei took a deep breath and continued to move forward.

At this time, he saw a piece of trees broken in the snow, and the terrifying huge footprint in the middle of the broken wood.