This Game is Too Real

  Chapter 32 The talent engraved in the bones

   Construction site on the former site of a sanatorium.

   The dust was rolling, the beating was incessant, the sound of unloading was clanging, and it was full of hustle and bustle.

These players seem to have endless energy and enthusiasm, pushing small carts picked up from abandoned construction sites, transporting stones one cart after another, smashing them with hammers before transporting them to the cement kiln, and then pouring them into the kiln Coarse material calcined into cement.

   The player squatting next to him pushed the bellows hard, trying to make the fire in the kiln burn more vigorously. Not far from the side is the non-stop charcoal kiln, and farther away, there are earth kilns for bacon and fish racks. The rising smoke and noise even drive away the birds on the trees.

  The players worked together to pour the fired cement into sand and water, mix it into a viscous grout, and quickly built the foundation of the first section of the wall.

   The green smoke formed a piece.

   Here is like a nascent tribe, young and full of energy.

   The construction site was handed over to the civil-born [Knife Retainer], and Lao Bai and Fang Chang had already started to study the "local steelmaking".

   On the other side of Gale, the fishing traps have also been improved, and the larvae of mutant leeches are used as bait. There is no problem at all in getting a dozen fish a day.

   The aquatic products in this lake are richer than he imagined.

  The only thing you need to pay attention to is that the bait in the trap cannot be placed too much, and the water level of the deployment cannot be too deep, otherwise the trap will be easily damaged by the attracted big fish.

   But these are small issues.

  As long as you get the hang of it, everything will slowly become proficient, and the process itself is full of fun.

  The same goes for new players.

   You don't even need to look for it, everything here is so new to them that it's almost impossible to experience in modern society.

  Many people sit in the office all day, repeating work that anyone can replace day after day, losing themselves in trivial things.

   But here it is different.

  This difference comes not only from a momentary sense of freshness, but also from a sense of satisfaction in the realization of self-worth.

   A civil engineer who has been working on the construction site for five or six years without getting into the management. As long as he shouts "I'm engaged in engineering" here, he will immediately be praised as a boss by other players and entrusted with important tasks.

   There are also workers mixing cement and plastering on the construction site.

  The vast majority of players are ordinary people, and the work they do in reality may not be so conspicuous, but as long as they have a skill here, they don’t even need to be too prominent, they can get collective affirmation.

   And the surface outposts of the Refuge are getting better at a speed visible to the naked eye because of the efforts of each and every one of them.

   In Maslow's hierarchy of needs, this is the highest level of need. It is separated from any low-level taste, and the spiritual pleasure it brings is unmatched by any taste.

   The most important thing is that you don't have to pay a lot to get it. Even if your muscles are sore, you are still the character in the game and will not affect your life the next day.

   On the contrary, because of falling asleep early, the next day will be more alive.

   All of the above are all Chu Guang, who returned to the outpost with the spoils, and guessed when he saw the players were busy.

   Of course he couldn't know what the players thought.

   For managers, that kind of thing doesn’t matter at all and doesn’t care.

   As long as the number of reservations is always greater than the number of players in the list, there is no need to worry about no fresh leeks coming in and sweating.

   Retreat?

  AFK?

   Again, please give the helmet and account to those who need it, and try a more original game method.

   Back to business.

   The harvest of this outing is quite gratifying.

  Two 5mm iron-barreled rifles, 62 rounds of 5mm ammunition, and three backpacks that I didn't have time to turn over.

   These were found from the two looters and the hapless man they hunted to death.

  Chu Guang is a person who does not like to waste, including the mutant hyena that was shot in the neck, all of them are put away.

   Domestication does not affect its taste, and it is a different species to Chu Guang anyway.

   Throwing the mutant hyena to Brother Scrambled Egg, who was the chef, Chu Guang began to turn over the backpacks he had picked up with Ye Shi and Jun Jun.

   "A match, a compass, a map, and... a few pieces of jerky? And some plastic? What's written on this thing?"

   Hearing Ye Shi's muttering, the trashy brother who didn't have very sharp claws also came over, took one with great interest, and took a closer look.

   "A bit like casino chips."

   "Give me the plastic sheet, I'll use it."

  Chu Guang confiscated the twenty or so white "plastic pieces" without expression, since these things are useless to the players anyway.

   Then, he looked at the jerky in Ye Shi's hands.

   "...the jerky is okay, I don't recommend you eat it."

  Ye Shi, who was about to take a bite, was stunned.

"why?"

  Chu Guang thought about it and used a euphemism.

   "Raiders are usually not too taboo, you can't tell what kind of meat it is."

   Garbage Jun hasn't reacted yet, and Ye Shi next to him has already thrown away the jerky and started yue.

   Even in the game, he couldn't accept certain settings.

   Looking at Ye Shi's reaction, Chu Guang was suddenly curious about what these players were thinking, so he looked at Junk Jun and asked.

   "What does it feel like to kill someone."

   Junk Jun was stunned for a moment, and touched his head.

"Did not notice……"

  What does the game feel like? What's more bloody, it's not that he hasn't played.

   On the contrary, the blood effects in this game were not so exaggerated that he didn't pay much attention to them at the time.

but……

  When he rushed and stabbed the javelin into the chest of the last predator, blood splashed on him, at that moment he suddenly had a desire to eat.

   is like biological instinct.

  Chu Guang glanced at the "lizardman" somewhat unexpectedly. He didn't expect the player's psychological quality to be surprisingly good.

   Could it be that dreams dilute the feeling of death?

   Or the perspective of players looking at the world, there is a filter that they do not understand.

   is not clear.

   After all, this device was not designed by Chu Guang, and he had not used the helmets of the players, let alone whether the world in their eyes was exactly the same as the world in his own eyes.

   It seems that in the future, I will use the identity of planning to chat with the players...

  …

   As of 5 o'clock in the afternoon, the wall on the north side of the sanatorium has been basically repaired.

   I have to say, these players are geniuses.

  Chu Guang even felt that his NPC was superfluous.

  Some talents are not written on the attribute panel, but they are engraved in their bones. As long as they are given a piece of land, they can become a field tomorrow.

  Even if the server resets and the world is destroyed tomorrow, they can rebuild it brick by brick.

  The treasures on the construction site are not only those blue-gray stones, but also those piles of cement blocks with sacks.

   These things are too heavy for ordinary survivors to carry or use, so they still maintain their original appearance when the nuclear war broke out.

  Although these cements have already hardened and cannot be mixed with sand to irrigate the foundation, another way of thinking is that they can be used directly as bricks for building walls.

   At least, it is much more reliable than the pile of yellow mud bricks burned by Laobai!

Under the leadership of [Leave People Under the Knife], the players drove the pine sawn into four or five meters long into the soil, piled the cement blocks transported from the construction site in the middle, and then inserted the steel bars stolen from the construction site to fix it. Finally, pour the mixed calcium carbonate cement on top.

   When the cement dries, a simple but reliable concrete fortification is complete.

   As for the inner side of the wall, a **** was built with cement blocks and concrete waste.

  In the event of an attack, players inside the wall only need to crawl on the slope, and they can use cover to fight back against the attackers.

   Considering that the scale of the outpost will be further expanded in the future, another fortification can be built on the outside of the fortress, and it will be guarded with sentries and watchtowers.

"...The terrain of the entire wetland park is relatively flat, and the sanatorium is surrounded by a forest plain, with no steep slopes to serve as shelters. I can cut down all the trees around here, so that any target close to the outpost, we can Find out right away!"

   "Okay, brother dei, what exactly do you do in reality?" Looking at the new player next to him, Old Bai was surprised.

  【Leaving people under the knife】He has a little impression of this ID, but only a little bit. He only remembers that he joined the group a long time ago.

  I didn’t expect that there were so many big guys crouching in the small game group.

  Leaving a shy smile under the knife, said embarrassedly.

   "...I'm just a civilized dog, a marginal person in the unit, drinking tea and reading newspapers all day long, and few of them look at me directly."

   "No, no, you can do it at your level! To be honest, I never thought that I could finish a whole wall today."

   "It's an award, it's an award!"

  It was already evening, and the sky was turning yellow.

   Brother Scrambled Egg, the cook, set up a large pot in the open space in front of the sanatorium, threw the fish caught by the strong wind from the lake, and made a pot of fresh fish soup with pine nuts.

  The players all sat on the floor, one bowl per person, and a piece of bacon jerky. One mouthful of fish soup and one mouthful of meat, just eat it like this, but it has a different flavor.

certainly.

   Not everyone can accept this flavor.

  For example, Teng Teng, who was sitting on the ground, pinched his nose and looked at the bowl in his hand with a sad face.

   "Uh, so fishy..."

  Whether in the game or in reality, she is very sensitive to smells, and really can't accept this kind of heavy cooking method.

   Brother Scrambled Egg, not far away, heard it and rolled his eyes.

   "You think I think... there's not even cooking wine here, I have tried my best."

   That expression is obvious, whether he likes to eat or not.

   "Let's eat now, this game will make you hungry if you don't eat," Ye Shi also comforted next to him, "Would you like to squeeze your nose and drink it? I can help."

  Teng Teng hid aside.

   "It's not necessary."

  Speaking of which, do NPCs also need to eat?

  Teng Teng looked around and found that the manager was not far away.

   However, he did not dine with the players, he just stayed here for a while, and then hurried away again.

   When he came back again, many players who were close to him saw that his face was ashen, and he didn't seem to be in a good mood.

  The players were in a commotion.

   Noticing the situation not far away, Lao Bai was curious, so he put down the bowl in his hand and stood up from the ground.

   stepped forward quickly, and he grabbed Gu Feng, who was closer, to ask.

   "Brother, what happened?"

   Gufeng said with a solemn expression.

"It is said that……"

   "Like dead."

   Thanks to the three leaders of "Follow Sleepwalking" for the reward~~~~~~

   (end of this chapter)