This Game is Too Real

  Chapter 96 Diary Clues and Origins

"finish watching."

   Rubbed his eyes that were too sleepy to open, Chu Guang put down the diary in his hand and the notes that extracted key information, and dropped the pen in his hand.

   Although he didn't find the answer he wanted, the stories inside still provided him with a lot of interesting clues.

  At first, he thought this diary was about a group of survivors who lost their humanity and eventually turned into predators.

   The result was later summed up, and it was actually a simple modern version of Farmer and Snake.

  There are three main characters in the diary.

The owner of the    diary is named Li Xiu, an ordinary sports reporter, let's call him Xiao Li.

  The other is a woman named Sun Lai, let's call it Xiao Sun.

   And the third person is Xiaosun's husband who works as a guard in the shelter.

   Since the diary did not mention the name of the guard, let's call it "The Lord of Sufferers".

   After reading the entire diary, Chu Guang had a feeling that this old man living in the yellow hair diary is really miserable.

The beginning of the    diary is very bland. Xiao Li, who survived the catastrophe, briefly recounted what he saw and heard when the nuclear war broke out.

   At that time, a regional basketball game was being held in the gymnasium in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City. The second half of the game was in the middle of a tense final stage.

   And at this moment, the radio suddenly sounded the alarm of a nuclear strike.

  【…Almost everyone didn’t react, even my assistant thought that this sound effect was a special effect arranged by the organizer to activate the atmosphere. However, I was still panicked, almost instinctively ran, instinctively rushed into the basement, and found the dormant capsule placed there. When I stepped in with both feet, I had a moment of hesitation. 】

  【What if all this is just a bad joke? It only took a month for my audience to forget about me and I would have nothing...but I ended up closing the door and flipping the safety on the start button. 】

  【The surroundings start to get cold, and my consciousness drifts away a little bit. And when I opened my eyes again and pushed open the cabin door, the mechanical watch on the door told me with facts that the nuclear war had indeed happened. I slept for more than three years, and now things are changing outside. I bet right, but I don't consider myself lucky at all... I'd rather be wrong about me, it's all just a botched joke, at least I can still get a nice payout from the organizers. Or let everything just end three years ago, dying in utopia is not a bad thing, living is a kind of torture. 】

   In the next paragraph, Xiao Li described what he saw on the street at that time from his point of view.

  Cracked streets, concrete buildings riddled with holes, and corpses left to be eaten by crows—all like hell.

   is so desperate to suffocate!

   It was August, but the sky had already started to snow. The gray sky can't see the sun, and can't feel any warmth.

   wandering the streets aimlessly.

   Finally, before he was about to fall, he found a group of poor people who also survived in a nearby waste tire factory.

   In an era when his humanity was far from extinct, the survivors of the tire factory rescued him, and he also met a woman named Sun Lai there.

  The woman is a nurse with a child under 7 years old, separated from her husband when the nuclear bomb exploded, and has been searching for her husband for all these years.

  Li Xiu was very sympathetic to her experience and offered to help her.

   When I wrote this, there was a yellowed photo posted in the diary. It was a group photo of the two of them. Although the woman's face was covered with traces of wind and frost, she could see that she had a good appearance.

  Chu Guang didn't care about their emotional development or the complicated ethical entanglements, so he quickly skipped at least 30 pages of psychological activities and detailed descriptions-until he finally saw the clues that really interested him.

  Xiao Li and Xiao Sun assembled an original but reliable radio from the searched parts, and successfully listened to a broadcast from the shelter.

   And the person on the broadcast was Sun Lai’s husband—the one who served as a guard in the shelter.

   For three years, the broadcast has not been interrupted for a day. Every day, it starts on time at noon and plays until 3:00 pm.

   And the content of the broadcast is also looking for his lost wife and children for three years.

   When he realized that his husband had never given up looking for him, Xiao Sun, who was already a little shaken, lay in Xiao Li's arms and cried.

  Chu Guang could feel that the owner of this diary didn't seem to be very happy, and didn't even mention her husband's name in the diary.

   But what happened next, gradually started to get interesting.

   As the guard of the shelter, the lord of suffering was imprisoned in the shelter before the nuclear war broke out.

   Knowing that his wife and children were still alive, he immediately tried to find a way to contact his friend who used to work in the police station, and instructed his friend to bring supplies to rescue the poor people living in the tire factory.

   These supplies came in great use.

Not only that, but by virtue of the almost infinite knowledge reserve in the shelter, the Lord of Sufferers consulted usable materials from the electronic library, and actively helped the survivors of the tire factory to collect useful objects, build their own shelter, and fight against the severe cold weather. with hunger.

   is like a remote control.

  Xiao Li and Xiao Sun are very cooperative, but they concealed one thing, that is, they did not tell the survivors about the shelter.

  People are selfish.

If these survivors know that there is a shelter that can be contacted near them, it is difficult to tell whether they can survive as bravely, united, and help each other as they are now. They may even have bad thoughts and force them to help. Their people say where the shelter is and do even more outrageous things.

  The credit and prestige are temporarily counted on Xiao Li's head, while the existence of the refuge has been concealed. He seems to be an omnipotent genius and has won the support of everyone.

   This is not a bad thing.

   But leading a group of survivors is not an easy task after all.

   In particular, the collected materials will always be exhausted one day, and this endless winter has no hope of ending.

The owner of the    diary had a very clear idea from the very beginning. He knew that only by entering the sanctuary could he obtain eternal peace.

   So he started trying to convince Xiao Sun, instilling some ideas in her, telling her that only the shelter is the only way out.

   This is not only for her sake, but also for her children.

   No matter what he thought, Xiao Sun was obviously persuaded. Compared with a shelter with a better environment, no one wants to stay in **** and suffer.

   Besides, her husband was in the shelter, so it was not impossible to get in.

   However, the two did not know that once the door of the refuge was closed, it would not be so easy to open. The so-called being able to enter is just wishful thinking.

  The bitter master is also anxious to see his wife and children, but only the manager has the authority to the gate of the refuge.

   As a security guard, let alone opening the door, he didn’t even have the qualifications to meet the manager.

not only that.

   In principle, after the gate of the sanctuary is closed, there will be radio silence immediately. No one is allowed to send messages to the outside world in any form. If found, they will be severely punished.

  The reason why he can send signals to the outside world and receive information from the outside world is largely because the shelter he is in is a little special.

   A low-power signal tower is hidden on the surface of the shelter, and monitoring the signal in the nearby area is what he does every day.

  Yes, he took advantage of his position.

   For whatever reason, this is not a glorious thing.

   He hasn't figured out how to confess, let alone how to beg the manager to forgive him and let him go.

  The worst result is that when he truthfully confessed all this, he was sentenced to life imprisonment by the administrator as a traitor, locked in a dormant cabin forever and frozen, and accepted the legal trial after the order was restored.

   And by then, he will lose contact with his wife and children forever.

   The above are all speculations by Chu Guang based on the contents of the diary.

   After all, the diary did not record the mental activities of the sufferer, but only briefly stated clues about "radio silence" and "unable to open the door".

   Later, out of guilt for his wife and children, the bitter master guided them by radio and found some hidden supply points that would not be marked on the regular refuge map.

  The materials there are very rich, not only food, medicine, clean drinking water, and even police weapons for riot control.

   These supplies allowed the survivors of the tire factory to spend a prosperous time, and even rescued a group of survivors who wandered from Linshi.

   And the owner of this diary has naturally become the savior in the eyes of these people, and even a hero in the eyes of other people's wives and children.

   But this wealthy day did not last long.

   It can be seen from the second half of the diary that as the supplies were exhausted, the contradictions and frictions between people began to gradually intensify.

   In the beginning, everyone, regardless of gender, age, or age, can enjoy two boxes of canned meat, unlimited supply of self-heating rice, and even cold and delicious beer to drink.

Later, the survivor community began to abstain from alcohol, and meat could only be reserved for young and middle-aged men who went out to explore, hunt, and scavenge, as well as pregnant women who were pregnant. The porridge became thinner and thinner, and even some bark had to be mixed into it. .

  In the end, all the hoarded supplies were exhausted, and it was getting colder and colder.

  Everything is getting worse and there is no sign of getting better, even the most optimistic people see no hope.

  Some people say that winter will last a long time.

  It was also said that it was a rumor that there was no nuclear winter at all.

   Immediately afterwards, a voice retorted, maybe not just nuclear weapons? After all, the news once said that they have already mastered the existence of more deterrent than nuclear weapons.

   But if it really exists, is everything in front of you fake?

   They haven't even seen the most primitive nuclear bomb, the source of knowledge is what others have chewed, and they can't even distinguish which ones are real and which ones are just a possibility of speculation and conjecture.

   Doubts and complaints spread among the survivors, some of them chose to leave, while those who stayed gradually turned against each other.

   Maybe...

   They shouldn't have taken in those wandering survivors in the first place.

   But who is not a wanderer?

   Or, should we count the number of people who are accepted?

  When the contradictions accumulate to the point of being irreconcilable, they eventually evolve into a fierce conflict. And it might just be a moldy piece of bread, or even a bone, it doesn't matter.

   This fight was finally subsided by Xiao Li's gunshots, but from that moment on, his dream of a savior was completely shattered.

  Sun Lai's child died in that fight, and she herself was completely insane. One night, she disappeared into the heavy snow and never appeared again.

   Xiao Li himself was immersed in remorse and pain, and the content of the diary gradually moved to the other extreme. The original sharp edges and corners were lost between the lines, and they were replaced by scribbles and perfunctory.

  Sometimes I only write every few days, and sometimes I even forget to update it for a month.

   And the date on the last page is fixed in the fourth year of the Wasteland Era.

  【…I am still looking for that sanctuary, that is the only hope, although I know the hope is very slim, but the world is hopeless. 】

   This was the last line he wrote.

   Until the end of his life, he was looking for the utopia that he never found.

   "This diary can be put into a museum exhibition... If one day museums and history reappear on this planet, someone has to know what happened here."

   "Forget it, it's better to spend some time on another day and update it under the entry in the official website setting set 'Blood Hand Clan'."

   "A server in another world is always more reliable than a museum in the wasteland."

Although the    diary explained the origin of the Bloody Hand clan, it did not mention the ending of Xiao Li himself.

   But it doesn't matter.

   The **** handprint printed on the cover, in a sense, has already explained everything, and it is no accident that he left it.

  Chu Guang once heard Haien say that the leader of the Bloody Hand clan was not called "Bear" two years ago, but a man called "Eagle". His body was hung on a street lamp not far from the tire factory entrance.

   Before the "Eagle", it was the "Snake" who was blinded.

   I don’t know if it goes further, maybe it’s called something else.

   Legend has it that none of the leaders of the Bloody Hand clan died in a happy life, and almost all of them died of the murder of their successors - or the cruel Darwinian law.

  This diary with **** handprints seems to be under some kind of vicious curse, and is used as a spiritual totem by those predators, and together with the culture of **** violence, it has been passed down from generation to generation to the present.

   has now reached the "bear" generation, and this cycle of evil has finally been smashed by the hammer of justice.

   With a light sigh, Chu Guang closed the diary in his hand.

   "Little Qi, I'm going to sleep, turn off the lights for me, don't forget to call Xia Yan to get up."

   "As for me, at 1 pm... Forget it, wait until I wake up naturally."

   "The spoils will be divided after I wake up. If a player asks you for advice, you should answer...the equipment has not been identified yet."

   As we all know, unidentified equipment cannot be equipped. This is the common sense of MMORPG, and it is very reasonable.

   And Xiaoqi's voice is always so caring.

   "Okay, Master."

   "Go to sleep."

   The lights in the room gradually softened and finally returned to darkness.

   That would be a good dream.

   (end of this chapter)