This Game is Too Real

Chapter 95: Diary, clues and origin

Chapter 95 Diary, Clue and Origin

"finish watching."

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Chu Guang put down the diary and notes extracting the key information in his hand, and threw away the pen in his hand.

Although he did not find the answer he wanted, the story still provided him with many interesting clues.

At first he thought that this diary was about a group of survivors who destroyed their humanity and eventually transformed into predators.

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

There are three main characters in the diary.

The name of the owner of the diary is Li Xiu, an ordinary sports news reporter, let's call it Xiao Li.

The other is a woman named Sun Lai, tentatively called Xiao Sun.

And the third person is Xiao Sun's husband who serves as a guard in the refuge.

Since the name of the guard is not mentioned in the diary, let's call it the "sufferer" for the time being.

Because after reading the entire diary, Chu Guang felt that the old man living in the Huang Mao's diary was really miserable.

The narration at the beginning of the diary is very plain. Xiao Li, who has survived the catastrophe, briefly described what he saw and heard when the nuclear war broke out with the brush strokes of memories.

At that time, the stadium in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City was undergoing a regional basketball game. The second half of the game was in the intense and fierce deciding link.

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

[...Almost everyone did not react, even my assistant thought that this sound effect was a special effect of the lively atmosphere arranged by the organizer. However, I still panicked and ran almost instinctively, rushed into the basement instinctively, and found the dormant cabin placed there. When I stepped in with my two feet, I hesitated for a moment. 】

[What if all this is just a bad joke? It only takes a month and my audience will forget me completely, and I will have nothing...but I finally closed the door and opened the start button insurance. 】

[The surroundings start to get cold, and my consciousness goes away a little bit. And when I opened my eyes again and pushed open the hatch, the mechanical watch on the door told me with facts that a nuclear war did happen. I slept for more than three years, and now there is nothing wrong outside. I was right, but I don’t feel lucky at all...I would rather be wrong. Everything is just a botched joke, at least I can get a lot of compensation from the organizer. Or let it all end three years ago, dying in a utopia is not a bad thing, but being alive is a torture. 】

In the following paragraph, Xiao Li described the scenes he saw on the street from his perspective.

Fragmented streets, riddled concrete buildings, and dead bodies abandoned in the streets to be eaten by crows-everything is like hell.

It's desperate to suffocation!

It is obviously August, but the sky is already snowing. In the gray sky, you can't see the sun, nor can you feel any warmth.

Wandering aimlessly.

Before finally falling, he found a group of poor people who had also survived in a nearby waste tire factory.

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

The woman, a nurse, and a child less than 7 years old, separated from her husband when the nuclear bomb broke out, and has been looking for her husband for these years.

Li Xiu sympathized with her and expressed willingness to help her.

At the time of writing, there was a yellowed photo in the diary, which 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 beautiful 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.

Both Xiao Li and Xiao Sun used the searched parts to assemble an original but reliable radio and successfully listened to a radio from the shelter.

The person on the radio was Sun Lai's husband-that is, the suffering master who served as a guard in the refuge.

In the past three years, the broadcast has not been interrupted for a single day. It sounded punctually at noon every day and continued to broadcast until three o'clock in the afternoon.

And the content of the broadcast is also looking for the wife and children who have been separated from him for three years.

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

Chu Guang could feel that the owner of this diary didn't seem to be very happy, and he didn't even mention her husband's name in the diary. He just used that man as a substitute, and took the whole thing in one stroke.

But what happened next gradually became interesting.

As the guard of the refuge, the suffering master was kept in the refuge before the outbreak of the nuclear war.

Knowing that his wife and children were still alive, he immediately found a way to contact his friends who had worked in the police station, guided his friends to bring supplies, and rescued the poor people living in the tire factory.

These materials came in great use.

More than that, the suffering master relied on the almost unlimited knowledge reserve in the refuge, and checked the available materials from the electronic library, and actively helped the survivors of the tire factory to collect useful objects, build their own shelters, and fight the severe cold weather. And hunger.

It's like remote control.

Xiao Li and Xiao Sun were very cooperative, but they concealed one thing, that is, they didn't tell the survivors about the shelter.

People are selfish.

If these survivors know that there is a shelter that can be contacted in their vicinity, it is difficult to say whether they can still live as brave, united, and mutually assisting as they are now. They may even have bad ideas and force them to help. Their people tell the location of the refuge, and even do more outrageous things.

The credit and prestige are temporarily counted on Xiao Li, and the existence of the refuge has been concealed. He is like an omnipotent genius who has won everyone's support.

This is not a bad thing.

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

Especially the collected materials will run out one day, and there is no hope for the end of this endless winter.

The owner of the diary had a clear mind from the beginning. He knew very well that only by entering the refuge can he have eternal peace.

So he tried to persuade Xiaosun to instill some ideas into her, telling her that only a refuge was the only way out.

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

Regardless of the thoughts, Xiao Sun was obviously persuaded. Compared with the sanctuary with good environment, no one wants to stay in **** and suffer.

Moreover, her husband is in the refuge, and it is not impossible to enter.

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

Although the suffering master is also very anxious to see his wife and children, only the manager has the authority of the refuge gate.

As a security guard, let alone open the door, he doesn't even have the qualifications to see the manager.

not only that.

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

A large part of the reason why he can send signals to the outside world and receive information from the outside world is because the refuge he is in is a bit special.

This refuge site hides a low-power signal tower, and monitoring the signals in the nearby area is what he has to do 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 himself, let alone how to beg the manager to open up and let him go.

The worst result was that when he explained all this truthfully, the manager was sentenced to life imprisonment on the charge of a traitor, kept in a dormant cabin forever and frozen, and was tried by law after order was restored.

At that time, he will lose contact with his wife and children forever.

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

After all, the diary did not record the psychological activities of the suffering master, but simply stated clues about "radio silence" and "unable to open the door" in one stroke.

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

The materials there are very rich, not only food, medicine, clean drinking water, and even police weapons for explosion-proof purposes.

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

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

But this wealthy day did not last long.

As can be seen from the second half of the diary, as the supplies are exhausted, the contradictions and frictions between people have gradually intensified.

At the beginning, everyone, regardless of age or sex, could enjoy two boxes of canned meat, unlimited supply of self-heating rice, and even iced and delicious beer to drink every day.

Later, the survivor community began to ban alcohol. Meat can only be reserved for young and middle-aged men who went out to explore, hunt, scavenger, and pregnant women who were pregnant. The porridge became thinner and thinner and even had to be mixed with some bark. .

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

Everything is getting worse, there is no sign of improvement at all, and even the most optimistic people do not see any hope.

Some people say that winter will last a long time.

Some people say that it is a rumor and that there is no nuclear winter at all.

Then there was a voice rebutting, maybe it's not just nuclear weapons? After all, it was once said in the news that they had already mastered something more deterrent than nuclear weapons.

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

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

Suspicions and complaints spread among the survivors. Some chose to leave, while those who stayed gradually turned against each other.

perhaps……

From the beginning they shouldn't take in the survivors of wandering.

But who is not a wandering person?

In other words, how many people should be admitted from?

When the contradiction accumulates to be irreconcilable, it eventually turns into a fierce conflict. And the cause may just be a piece of moldy bread, or even a bone, it doesn't matter anymore.

The battle was finally subdued by Xiao Li's gunfire, but from that moment on, his dream about the savior was also completely shattered.

Sun Lai's child died in that battle, and she herself went crazy, disappeared in the heavy snow one night, and never appeared again.

However, Xiao Li himself was immersed in regret and pain, and the content of the diary gradually moved to the other extreme. There was no original angularity between the lines, and the lines were sloppy and elegant. Instead, they were scribbled and perfunctory.

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

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

[...I am still looking for that refuge. That is the only hope. Although I know that hope is very slim, the world is hopeless. 】

This is the last line he wrote.

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

"This diary can be put in a museum exhibition... If one day the two things, museum and history, reappear on this planet, someone must know what happened here."

"Forget it, it's better to spend some time in another day, and update it under the entry of "Bloodhand Clan" in the official website setting collection."

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

Although the diary explained the origin of the Bloodhand Clan, it did not mention the ending of Xiao Li himself~www.wuxiamtl.com~ but this is not important.

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

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

Before the "Eagle", it was a "snake" whose eyes were blinded.

I don't know anymore, maybe it's called something else.

Legend has it that none of the successive leaders of the Bloodhand clan was a good death, and almost all of them died as a result of the murder of their successors-or the cruel Darwin's law.

This diary with **** handprints seems to have been imposing a certain vicious curse. It was regarded as a spiritual totem by the predators. Together with the **** and violent culture, it has been passed down from generation to generation.

Now that the "bear" generation has been passed down, the cycle of evil was finally shattered by the hammer of justice.

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

"Xiao Qi, I'm going to sleep, help me turn off the light, remember not to call Xia Yan to get up."

"As for me, 1 o'clock in the afternoon...Forget it, I will wake up naturally when I sleep."

"Those trophies will be divided after I wake up. If a player asks you about it, you will answer that... the equipment has not been appraised yet."

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

And Xiao Qi's voice is always so caring.

"Okay, Master."

"Go to sleep."

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

That would be a good dream.

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