This Game is Too Real

  In the wide and empty square, at the entrance is a wall made of reinforced iron plates and wooden piles. The thick door panels are tightly closed, and the sentry towers on both sides are empty.

  The mutants stationed here retreated in a hurry, and some equipment was thrown on the fence before they even had time to take it away.

  More than 20 Chimera armored vehicles lined up on the outside of the wall, and a dozen players carrying explosive packs trotted forward and placed the high explosives under the corner of the wall.

   Watching his teammates retreat from the wall, standing on the edge of the team, paddling water and shouting an order in the communication channel.

  「Detonation!」

  A player immediately clenched the detonator in his hand, and then orange-red flames exploded on the edge of the wall.

  Together with the dilapidated gatehouse, this wall made of garbage was blown out in an instant.

"go ahead!"

  The commanders of the corps issued orders.

  The Chimera armored vehicles started their engines, and surrounded by a group of players with rifles, they marched into this sinful camp.

   Protruded its head from the turret, and the mole holding on to the hatch gave a loud order in the communication channel.

   "Pay attention to every corner, don't let any mutants go! If you don't accept surrender, you will be killed!"

   A uniform answer came from the communication channel.

"receive!"

   Not just Skeleton Corps. The same goes for the Jungle Corps.

  The chicken killer who walked in the front was like a ghost crawling out of hell. His steel body was covered with minced meat and blood, and the chain saw embedded in his left arm was still whirring and spinning wildly.

   If the number of kills of the Chimera armored vehicle is not counted, he probably won the highest number of kills in the game this time.

  After all, he's been here chug those green-skinned beasts since day one, much earlier than the other regiments.

   Besides him, the one with the second highest number of kills is Junk Jun.

  The pervasive gray fog provided an excellent cover for him who is good at melee combat. If it wasn't for the mutant's thick skin, some mutant fighters transformed with prosthetic bodies are also masters of melee combat. His kill count

   can go to another level.

   After everyone entered the lair, they proceeded cautiously.

  Although they have already entered the lair of the Qi tribe, no one takes it lightly.

One is because these green-skinned beasts have not yet died out, and one or two lone wolves will jump out from time to time, and the other reason is that the shocking scenes completely penetrated the lower limit of human conscience, making everyone who witnessed everything Couldn't help gnashing their teeth.

  This is the old site of the settlements during the Three Years War.

  Two centuries ago, hundreds of thousands of people or more were temporarily resettled here.

  But now this place has become hell.

  Looking at the pickled products hanging on the wooden support, as well as the human skin being dried and countless bone products, I just feel a twitch in my stomach.

   He hasn't been playing this game for too long, but he has also caught up with the war in Luoxia Province, and he feels that he has seen some cruel scenes.

  However, compared with the pure evil in front of him, it is still nothing.

  Although the Willant people don’t regard other races as human beings, they seldom do chug for the sake of chug. …

   Mutants are completely different.

In their eyes, the old humans were just domestic animals, so they not only threw captives into the oil pan at will, but also made their bones into vessels, and invented a series of blood sacrifice cultures to prove the superiority and dominance of their bloodlines legitimacy of position.

  The screams of their prey are the most pleasing sound to them, and for this reason, they specially borrowed a lot of torture against humans from the history of old humans.

  Seeing a corpse that had been nailed to a stone bed and had its stomach cut open, the still tender Mengxin finally couldn't help but retch.

  「.%￥#＠! Is this still a human?」

   Picking up garbage at level 99 looks pretty normal, although it is also disturbed by the scene in front of me

   I was so shocked that I couldn't speak for a while, but it was only a twitch of the facial muscles, not to the extent of retching.

  The strong man who was following beside him sighed.

   "If this photo is uploaded on the official website, it is probably full of mosaics." Garbage Jun coughed slightly with a subtle expression.

  「According to past experience, it may not be passed on at all.」

  Past experience is acceptable.

  I want to quietly and quickly turn my head to look at this guy, and said dumbfounded.

   "Damn, brother, what are you saving in your photo album?"

   Junk Jun coughed.

"secret."

Feeling his conscience, he really didn’t save very curious photos. The photo album is mainly about his heroic fighting posture and wonderful killing moments—well, considering his fighting style, some of the shots may be true. Reached the category of r18g.

   But this is not the point.

  In short, according to the rules set by the operator, some photos that are too curious cannot be synchronized to offline accounts.

  The explanation of the game operator is that the dream world constructed by players through virtual reality helmets actually has a protective mechanism for sensory passivation. The specific performance is that even if some timid players play in reality

  Needles will smack blood, but if you get sprayed with blood in the game, you will only feel sick.

  However, once out of the "dream", this protection mechanism will not work.

   Wasteland is not a harmonious society after all.

  For the sake of the physical and mental health of the players, and to prevent the players from becoming more and more afraid when they go offline, the game operator will not only conduct the necessary review of the photos synchronized to the offline, but also restrict the access to some pictures according to the age of the viewer.

   Not far from the "Slaughterhouse", there is a huge department store.

Its shape is like a cruise ship sailing on land, with a height of twelve floors, an area of ​​over 100,000 square meters, a total construction area of ​​over one million, and convenient transportation around it. It is not difficult to see from the magnificent outline Get a glimpse of what it used to be like.

  However, its builder probably would not have imagined that his masterpiece would be used by a group of green-skinned cattle as a "barn" for captive humans more than two hundred years later.

  The moment he crossed the main entrance on the north side of the shopping mall, a pungent rancid smell came to his face, and the elf king Fugui who was walking in front couldn't help frowning.

  He just wanted to open his mouth to complain about "what smells so stinky", when a howling strong wind blew from the side.

   Shocked all over, Brother Fugui subconsciously ducked down, a table almost brushed his helmet and flew over, hit the wall and fell...

  's falling apart.

   Seeing that the sneak attack would not work, the mutant hiding in the dark roared angrily, then took the wide-bladed bone-chopping knife in his hand, and rushed towards the main entrance with meteor strides.

  Irena raised the PU-9 submachine gun in her hand half an inch, and fired at the mutant's chest.

  I saw a bunch of blood burst from the chest of the shirtless mutant, and he fell heavily to the ground without taking two steps.

  「Good guy, you still play sneak attack!」

  Brother Fugui stood up from the ground cursing, patted the ashes on his body, but found that he had wiped a handful of black mud on his body.

  Subconsciously, he leaned close to his fingers and sniffed it. His expression froze and he shook off his hand, looking at the black mud on the breastplate with a constipated expression on his face.

   Now you know what the smell is without asking.

   "I'm afraid there are a lot of people locked up here. Are you okay?" Seeing the rich man looking around for something, Irena asked with a strange expression.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Finally found a waxy yellow rag, Brother Fugui cleaned up the black mud on his body, looked at Lao Na and coughed, "What the **** is this place? "

  「Obviously, the pasture of the Qi tribe.」

  Irena skillfully replaced the magazine, and looked up towards the wide long dome, and saw that the escalators had been transformed into sturdy wooden ladders.

   Not only that, mutants also use chains and slides

  wheel made the proposed lifting pendant and installed it next to the escalator.

  It seems to be used to transport goods, and there are some bottles and cans and moldy wooden boxes piled up on it.

   Leaving aside the upper floors for the time being, players who entered the lobby on the first floor walked through the open space in front of the door and explored towards the nearest shopping corridor.

   Soon, everyone saw a scene that they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

  I saw that the glass windows on the facades were replaced by fences made of iron bars. Behind the fences were skinny figures and pairs of numb eyes.

  Most of them are unkempt and have sunken eye sockets. If you don't look closely, you can't recognize them as human beings.

  Seeing the soldiers standing in front of the fence, the faces of the people locked in the cages all showed panic and backed away like animals.

  The person behind was probably stepped on and made babbling noises

   Shout.

"Don't be afraid! We are not mutants, we are here to save you." Seeing this, the elf king Fugui hurriedly spoke in substandard human-linked language, trying to appease the emotions of these people, but they didn't respond at all, and instead became more panicked.

  Looking at the bewildered Elf King Fugui, Irena sighed, and put her right hand on his shoulder with a complicated expression.

   "Don't bother, these people may not understand Renlian language."

  Elf King Fugui was stunned.

  「I don’t understand, yes.」

  「I'm afraid they weren't captured, but were born here.」

   After a pause, Irena added and continued to express her guess.

  「.80% are the descendants of the residents of Singularity City.」

  Elf King Fugui looked at him in disbelief, and then glanced at the prison next to him, his Adam's apple moved up and down involuntarily.

   It is hard to imagine that these people who lived like domestic animals once had a history as glorious as Boulder City. …

  Adjoining facades are only connected by food troughs filled with dark green slurry, and the food troughs are facing the outlet of the nutrient paste synthesis device.

   Judging from the mottled rust, this machine should have been used for several years, and judging from the appearance and model of the machine, it is probably a model that was eliminated in the Boulder City industrial area.

  This cell is not very strong.

  Elf King Fugui stretched out his hand to hold a rusty iron bar, and without much effort, it made an overwhelmed creaking sound, and the exoskeleton pulled it off with a little force.

  However, those locked up just looked at the opened fence tremblingly, without any other reaction and no intention of escaping at all.

   "How to deal with these people may have troubled Ah Guang's brain," Irena glanced around, "In short, let's report to the command first."

  Elf King Fugui was silent for a long time, and said in a difficult tone. "How about sending it to Pioneer City?"

   "This is one of the options," Irena made a helpless expression and shrugged her shoulders, "but I don't think... sending it anywhere may be the best choice."

  These **** bastards.

  He cursed in his heart, but there was nothing he could do about the things that had happened for decades or even hundreds of years.

  Since a long time ago, here is this ghost picture. And similar hells, it is not known how many hells there are in the wasteland.

  If the wasteland itself is not terminated, hells more cruel than this will appear one after another, and the tragedies that have happened will repeat again and again.

  However, how this wasteland will end, honestly, he has no idea.

   maybe

  An omnipotent manager must have a complete plan in mind.

  As an outsider, it is better to put aside the cruel core and enjoy the game itself.

  At least the daily life of the alliance is still very happy.

  However, what Irena doesn't know is that the omnipotent manager actually has no good way.

  Odd tribes have quite

   A portion of the population is born from variants

  human farms, only a few are wastelanders captured by mutants from outside and slaves voluntarily contributed by nearby plantations.

   As we all know, a person's world view is gradually formed during the development of the brain. Only people who are brought up in society can change from a biological person to a social person.

  The survivors here are more like people raised by animals.

  Although some members of the Blackstone tribe encountered in the desert were in a similar situation, the proportion was far less exaggerated than that of the Qi tribe.

  According to the isolated samples that exist in reality, it will take ten or even ten years for these biological people to learn to eat with their hands, let alone learn a technology to support themselves.

  The alliance does not have the realistic conditions to increase the dependent population by 10,000 out of thin air. This is not a problem that can be solved by sending them to Pioneer City.

   Not to mention that most of these survivors are also Nago addicts.

   It is not a good idea to take a large number of survivors with Nago mycelium out of the local area, especially in this situation.

   Standing on the bridge, Chu Guang fell into deep thought.

   At this moment, Vanus on the side suddenly spoke. …

  「How about using a psychic interference device?」

  Seeing that Chu Guang did not speak, Vanus paused for a moment, and continued to analyze.

   "Since they are nago addicts, theoretically, they should be able to be affected by the mind interference device when they enter the fugue state. As long as they use this brainwashing tool correctly, they may be able to return to normal society."

  After listening to his analysis, Chu Guang sighed slightly and said.

  「Using the mind-interfering device to deal with people has never been done before in the alliance.

  Used to drive away dangerous species on alien planets.

   It's not that I don't know how to adapt, but I'm thinking about a question. How to ensure that the choices we make today will not plant greater hidden dangers in the future. "

  Vanus was slightly taken aback.

"for example?"

  Chu Guang said concisely.

  「For example, I ask you the simplest question, how can a mental patient prove that he is not mentally ill.」

  Vanus asked in a daze.

   "Is this something that needs to be proved?" Chu Guang continued.

  “If we do this, people who live here in the future will have to face such a problem, and this may be the smallest problem.”

  Although this is just a one-sentence matter for him, executing this order is a systematic project.

  And in this huge systematic project, there are too many links that may make this order deviate from its original intention, creating a dystopia with "technology that should not be used on people from the beginning".

  The alliance's sixth settlement will become a large mental hospital, and even become a black history of the alliance.

   But to be honest, Chu Guang was moved by Vanus's idea. At least the psychic interference device can allow those survivors who do not have full behavioral capabilities to do some simple labor to support themselves.

  The only problem is that he needs a morally perfect and disinterested manager to carry out his orders.

   Unfortunately, he himself is not that kind of perfect person. At this moment, Frost, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

  「How about leaving it to me to try?」

  Eclipse glanced at it blankly, trying to hint that it would take back the words that might cause trouble, but Frost didn't mean to take it back at all.

  Chu Guang froze for a moment, and a look of interest suddenly appeared in his eyes.

   He almost forgot.

   There is such a person by my side!

   But this involves the fate of tens of thousands of people or even more people, and it is not just a joke.

   In order to confirm its determination, Chu Guang looked into its eyes and said in a serious tone.

"Are you sure? This is not an easy job. You can imagine those survivors as babies with adult powers, and you are everyone's nanny. You have to plan their daily work, daily life, and cultural education. In all aspects, even down to what they eat, drink, and scatter, use limited resources to make them live as individuals as possible.”

   I don't know if it's his own illusion, Chu Guang always felt that the eyes of the bionic man in front of him seemed to be getting more and more excited. …

   Obviously what he was talking about was a super troublesome thing. Could this guy be an m?

  With strange thoughts, Chu Guang cleared his throat, and continued to speak in a serious tone.

   In short, initially you need to make them at least self-sufficient, and eventually allow them and their descendants to fully integrate into our society. We will give you some assistance during this period, but to be honest, we are poor ourselves, so I'm afraid we won't be able to give you much. "

  「Have you thought it through—」

  「I’ve already thought it through!」

   Can't wait to answer Chu Guang's inquiry, Hanshuang looked at him firmly, and put his right fist on his chest as a lame alliance etiquette.

  「I have always longed to use my knowledge and experience to help the suffering people in this wasteland, and now this opportunity is in front of me. I can already feel it!」

   Chu Guang stared at it with piercing eyes. "What do you feel?"

   Clenched his fist against his chest, Frost said loudly with emotion.

  「Intellectual plug-in. Burning!」

  The voice had a slight vibrato, as if it was sung, and the upturned end sound even brought a pious and holy tone.

  However, Chu Guang was dumbfounded.

   What the **** is the intellectual plug-in burning?

never mind.

  Leave that alone.

  From the eyes of this bionic man, Chu Guang could feel its unwavering sincerity and determination.

  The compassion for those who suffer in the wasteland is as unwavering as the lunatic Ibbs who fears the world will not be chaotic.

  And as a bionic person, it has neither material desires nor moral flaws.

  It is the most suitable to perform this impossible job for human managers!

   At least worth a try!

  Vanus cast a worried look at Chu Guang. Although he came up with the idea, he always felt that this bionic man was not very reliable.

  However, Chu Guang's attention was on those passionate eyes the whole time, ignoring the staff officer standing aside.

  「Then I’m counting on you!」

   "Mmm!" Staring at Chu Guang with piercing eyes, Hanshuang said imposingly, "Leave it to me!"

   The eclipse standing behind it supported his forehead.

  This guy seems to have forgotten that he is the representative of Kangmao Group

  I always feel that things have become troublesome.

  Night.

   Captain's room.

  Xiao Qi, who was sitting on the pen holder at the corner of the table, dragged her chin and dangled her pencil-thick calf, and said a little unhappy.

"Owner."

  Chu Guang, who was dealing with official business, looked away from the tablet terminal in his hand to look at it, and said in a gentle tone.

   "What's wrong?" Xiao Qi muttered.

  「Although Xiaoqi is just an assistant AI, she can help a lot」

   Seeing through its mind at a glance, Chu Guang couldn't help smiling, stretched out his index finger and rubbed its little head.

  「I understand that you want to help me and believe in your abilities, but this is not your job scope. And you represent me.」

   "Huh?" Xiao Qi tilted her head in confusion.

   Glancing at the planning plan for the sixth settlement of the alliance that was being drafted, Chu Guang smiled faintly.

  「The alliance needs to unite all survivors who can, but must

   Actual situation to do this. For the survivors who spontaneously choose to progress, we will give them enough space for independent development, allowing them to bring progressive things to our society, but for the special situation of Singularity City, we can only manage them in the opposite way Rise up and prevent their impact on our society. "

   "This is not just a matter of 10,000 people. There are still a large number of dioceses in Haiya Province that need to be liberated. At that time, the pressure we need to bear may be several times or even dozens of times that of now."

"Although it is not kind to say so, if Frost messes up, it will be the fault of Kangmao Group and even the company, and the ability of bionic people to participate in public affairs will also be questioned? I tend to think that within the scope of their ability , a part of the council will not leave it alone.”

   It might be better to say that it was their parents who caused the trouble!

  If there was no accident a century and a half ago, there would be no such mess today.

  Xiao Qi nodded with a vague understanding.

  「So are you throwing the pot away for convenience later?」

   This guy doesn’t understand at all

  But maybe someone will interpret it this way.

   Chu Guang shook his head with a smile, and said indifferently.

  「If I really want to throw the blame away.」

  「From the beginning, I will not care about these troublesome things.」

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