This Game is Too Real

When Yin Fang uttered the word apology, the atmosphere in the office was a bit subtle.

　　 Chu Guang thought about it for a while, but didn't think of what this guy could do to be sorry for himself.

　　 After a moment of silence, Chu Guang looked at him and asked.

　　 "Did you forget your password?"

　　 "That's not true." It seemed that Chu Guang would not ask, but Yin Fang, who was choked, coughed and said, "My memory is still okay."

　　 "Did you tear down Xiao Qi?"

　　 "...?"

　　 does not seem to be either.

　　 Chu Guang sighed, "So what is it?"

Yin Fang looked hard to speak, he hesitated for a while and finally spoke, "It's about what I said on the road...I want to give the relics of Dr. Principle to the academy. I have to apologize to you. I didn't think well. ."

　　 That's it.

　　 Chu Guang breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help being speechless for a while.

　　 This guy has a serious expression on his face, making him think that something serious has happened, but he didn't expect it to be such a trivial matter.

　　 "Oh, that... don't care, I will almost forget if you don't tell me."

　　Chu Guang is not such a man with a small belly, and this trivial matter is not enough to make him hold grudges.

　　 Seeing Chu Guang didn't take it seriously, although Yin Fang was also relieved, he continued to say seriously.

"Anyway, I really owe this matter... I thought about it carefully later, if I give the relic to the academy, they will definitely come here to track down the whereabouts of the suitcase after watching the complete video. "

"Congratulations, I thought of something that everyone can think of," Chu Guang looked at him and continued, "Moreover, even if you give this videotape to the academy, there is nothing to make up for it. You can add another one at most. The reason for killing you."

　　 Yin Fang was taken aback.

"why…"

"You said that there is a discrepancy between this and the history of the academy you have learned. As one of the three founders, the Doctor of Principles has never been to the River Valley Province, let alone Qingquan City, the southernmost of the River Valley Province. Have you considered the reason for the college to conceal this clue."

　　 Yin Fang fell into thinking.

　　 It can be seen that although this child is a little naive, he is not really stupid.

　　 After taking a sip of the warm water in the cup, Chu Guang paused for a while before continuing.

"It is reasonable to speculate that there are two situations. In the first case, the Doctor of Principles has an accident on the way to the Great Rift Valley or in the Great Rift Valley, but this is not realistic, because you said that this Doctor of Principles is a college. The establishment of has made an outstanding contribution."

　　 Yin Fang nodded seriously.

　　 "Yes... the head of the three major branches is named after him, including our laser rifle, which is also his name. Without him, the academy would not have been born."

　　 Chu Guang: "Then there is another possibility left. After your Doctor of Principles established the academy, you thought that the worst B might happen, so you concealed the existence of the holographic video tape."

　　 Yin Fang retorted, "This also doesn't make sense. Since the worst scenario he envisioned has already happened, shouldn't he guide his descendants to find hope?"

　　 Chu Guang: "Maybe he thinks he can't count on you."

　　 Yin Fang was taken aback.

"…What's the meaning."

　　 Chu Guang said with a faint smile.

　　 "It's nothing, you said yourself that the college has a history of two hundred years, and a lot of things must have happened in it. Perhaps, it is no longer the academy back then."

　　 When he heard this sentence, Yin Fang almost instinctively came to a conclusion. This was an unfounded guess, but he could not think of a valid reason to refute it.

　　 In fact, in these two centuries, the influence of the academy has indeed weakened too much. From the entire wasteland, it has now shrunk to the depths of the wandering swamp. Even hunting down traitors requires issuing rewards to those bounty hunters.

　　 Looking at Yin Fang who was silent, Chu Guang comforted him and said.

"In fact, you don't have to feel too frustrated. Whether it is out of mistrust or just not wanting to put the eggs in the same basket, this holographic image is always in our hands. If you are confused about the decision of Dr. Principle , Isn’t what we should do now to find out what happened two centuries ago?"

　　 Hearing Chu Guang's last words, Yin Fang's confused eyes suddenly showed a trace of comprehension, as if he had figured out something.

　　 "Thank you... I seem to want to understand."

　　 Chu Guang didn't expect this guy to be so foolish. He just comforted a few words casually, and he had a shocked expression.

　　 However, I have saved myself a lot of things.

　　 "It's fine if you understand, then you now—"

"Just like you said, the reason why Dr. Principle left the holographic image there and didn't let the academy reclaim it, there must be something hidden in it. Maybe that image was left for us," Yin Fang's eyes gradually strengthened, and he looked at Chu Guang and said seriously, "I have decided, I must find out what happened two hundred years ago!"

　　 Chu Guang was taken aback for a moment, looked at him and nodded.

　　 "This attention is not bad, but... I am unlikely to let you go, at least not for a short time."

　　 Yin Fang shook his head and said, "I won't go. On the contrary, I will stay. This is not an exchange, but a request. I need your help."

　　 Chu Guang: "...what do you need me to help you."

　　 "I want to form a scientific expedition team!"

Yin Fang looked at him firmly, and continued, “When I was working for the academy, I had been engaged in the first-line data recovery work. I was very familiar with the entire workflow of research data recovery. I was very familiar with the second-line data analysis work. You can do it too! As long as you are willing to lend me some manpower, I can follow the model of the academy and rebuild a research data recovery system in your refuge!"

　　 "I know what you mean, it's equivalent to an independent branch of the college, right?"

　　 got up from the computer chair with joy, Chu Guang walked to Yin Fang, patted him on the shoulder, and gave him an encouraging look.

"I'm glad you have such an ideal. Just let it go! If a mistake occurs, someone has to correct it. Refuge 404 will be your strong backing. We have sufficient manpower. We can go wherever the college can't go. We can do what they can't do."

　　 "I will give you a sufficient budget. We will start from Qingquan City and dig out the treasures here before going to the next city. You will become the fourth founder of the college!"

　　 was surprised and moved by Chu Guang's enthusiasm.

　　 Although my goal is not to dig out some treasure, but to find the truth, the two things do not seem to conflict.

　　 Gratefully glanced at Chu Guang, Yin Fang responded to this trust and support with firm eyes.

　　 "Thank you, thank you for your support."

"You're welcome!"

　　 Chu Guang has a bright smile on his face.

　　 Yin Fang got the truth he wanted, and the “scientific research ability” of Vault 404 was finally no longer 0, and players unlocked more missions—or richer gameplay.

　　 This wave.

　　 is simply a win of three!

　　 Is there anything more pleasant than this?

　　 is probably gone.

　　...

　　 The edge of the Fifth Ring Road in Qingquan City.

　　 Near the entrance of the Huayuan Street subway, two gunshots from the subway entrance broke the tranquility of the street. I saw an agile player running out of the subway entrance, followed by dozens or even hundreds of gnaws.

　　They do not move quickly, and their skills are not agile, but they are long-lasting enough to catch up for a whole day. Once they have formed a scale, individuals with abnormal speed and physical fitness begin to appear in the ethnic group, and even veterans who walk on the wasteland all year round will find it difficult.

　　 However, this is only in general terms.

　　 At this moment, they are not facing a group of poor clinking wastelanders, but a group of organized, coordinated, and tireless players.

　　 The agility player started to accelerate, dashed across the line drawn on the snow, and the player lying on the side of the street lit the fuse.

　　 Almost when the eater rushed out of the subway station entrance about ten meters away, the gunpowder barrels shining brightly on the street exploded in an instant.

　　 Boom!

　　The thick smoke engulfed half of the street in an instant, and the explosion of fire flew around the street with shrapnel entrained in it, and the eater in front fell like a piece of wheat.

　　 "Damn! You almost killed Lao Tzu too!" The tired little Mengxin panted heavily and gave the mosquito a stare.

　　 In order to attract more strangers, he ran down for a long time and almost couldn't come back.

　　 "I'm not afraid of you being overtaken," the mosquito chuckled, then pulled his throat away, and shouted to the front, "Brothers, it's time to go up and make up the knife, come on!"

　　 "Kill!"

　　 "Wow!"

　　 "Fuck them!"

　　 The players who have been waiting for a long time, after hearing the order, copied the guys one after another.

　　 There were those with spears, those with axes, and those who learned from the manager to make a hammer, and various cold weapons greeted them one after another.

The stronger the eater tends to run faster, and the first one has already been blown up to the sky, the rest are miscellaneous soldiers, there is no need to waste bullets, and they are executed in close combat. .

　　 Ye Shi, who stood by and watched the battle, couldn't help but sighed.

　　 "You're probably going to spend a lot of money in a fight."

　　 The mosquito said with a smile.

　　 "In fact, it doesn't cost much. I made the bomb myself, which means there is no cost."

　　 Ye Shi didn't believe his nonsense, rolled his eyes and said, "Where's gunpowder? There are also hiring groups to perform, right?"

　　 Due to the gradual increase in mission income, increasing difficulty, and the particularity of the gameplay, the players of Wasteland OL have formed a third set of rules for looting in addition to the original rules of equalization and G group.

　　 That is, the employment system.

　　 The average hourly median income of a rookie player is 1 silver coin and 1 contribution. As long as you pay 2 silver coins, you can have a mercenary who is not afraid of death.

　　 They don't need very good equipment, and they can't afford it. On the contrary, when dealing with eater or devil moths, which are weaker, the gun is not as easy to use as a crowbar.

　　 After all, the former has a bullet and 1 silver coin, while the latter is full of wasteland.

　　 Ye Shi estimated that the price they offered to these newcomers should be around 3 copper coins or 4 copper coins per eater.

　　 If it is too low after all, it is better to cut down trees.

"You don't need too good gunpowder to deal with these eaters. Normal black gunpowder is enough. As for group performances, uh, this will cost a little bit, but not much..." The mosquito's expression was a little subtle, and he quickly changed the subject. "By the way, don't you know what you are doing today?"

　　 There was a smug smile on Ye Shi's face.

　　 "I just passed the B3 floor, we decided to relax and split up for a day."

　　 Lao Bai and Feng Feng took to quit smoking and went to the Elm District to level up. Fang Chang didn't know where he went to fool around. He didn't know what to do alone, and the Perception System was not suitable for solo training, so they wandered here to join in the fun.

　　 "The rich," the mosquito slapped his mouth and said with envy, "If you hit the last level, the total income is probably tens of thousands."

　　 The greenhouse site is currently recognized as the most fat map, especially after the problem of devil silk weaving is solved, the first floor's income is even less than a thousand. Fang Chang is too unkind, and he no longer reveals his income from the B2 floor, which is true of his brother's behavior.

　　Is this something like income kept secret?

　　 send it out generously for everyone to see!

　　 Don’t look at how to know if there is any shady, in case there is any unspeakable PY transaction behind this?

"Hey, it's okay," Ye Shigang wanted to pretend to be forceful, but suddenly thought that Fang Chang and the others had only told them to stop their mouths in the morning, so they coughed dryly, and changed their mouth when they reached their lips, "Actually, there is no you. I think it’s so exaggerated. The equipment is depleted, the supplies are consumed, and the miscellaneous things are counted, and you don’t make much money. And the more difficult it is to hit the broken map as you go down, the profit is still four people. Hey, poor."

　　 This time it was the mosquito's turn to roll his eyes.

　　 "Can you tell me the truth, how much did you make?"

　　 "Not much."

　　 "Gan!"

　　 The battle not far away has ended.

　　 After a wave of monsters was cleared, players began to clean the battlefield and count their own records.

　　 The old Mole, who previously fought side by side with the newcomers, checked and paid them the rewards they deserved based on their statistics.

　　 The battlefield was full of excitement, and everyone laughed and laughed. It was completely invisible that a cruel battle had just happened.

　　 "This task is too simple, so I cut eleven by myself."

　　 "Nu Bian! Eight of me, haha! Those whose heads were split by an axe are mine!"

　　 "5 silver coins are in hand! Oh, you can watch Xiaoyu count the money!"

　　 "Brother Mole, remember to call me next time you have such a good job!"

　　 "Definitely! Thank you all for joining us."

　　 The money-sending mole smiled on his face, but his heart was dripping blood.

　　 Just now, he counted, there were 136 eater on the ground, 20 of them were killed on the spot after the gunpowder barrels were removed, and 15 of them were killed by him. The Mengxins solved 101, and at a price of 5 copper coins, he had to pay them 50.5 silver.

　　淦!

　　 This is so fast that I’m almost catching up with an iron fist bazooka!

　　Mole really feels that he and Mosquito are like contractors working for managers, and they are also "zero advance payment" and "advanced work". If this task cannot be completed within two days, he is afraid that he will be dragged into bankruptcy.

　　 "Planning Dad, please beg Ning, hurry up and open a new version!"

　　 Looking at the cute newcomers who were paid and happily, Mole had a faint sad expression on his face.

　　 Do not open a new version, when the level of these little leeks rise, then the labor cost will be more expensive!

　　 At this moment, the small agility player who used to pull the monster finally counted the corpses on the ground and ran to the side of the mosquito.

　　 "I just brought 136 eaters up, you have to give me 13 silver and 6 bronze."

　　 Mosquito's face has the same sadness as Old Mole, but he still managed to squeeze a kind smile from his face.

　　 "No problem, can you wipe a zero? I just don't have any copper coins here."

　　 "Do you want to give me 20?"

　　 Ye Shi didn't hold back and laughed, the mosquito brows fiercely, took out a few coins from his pocket, and stuffed them into the cute new hand.

　　 Xiao Mengxin took the coin and counted, with a look of surprise on his face.

　　 "13 silver and 6 copper are just right...Huh? Don't you have no copper coins?"

　　 Mosquitoes: "Suddenly there are again."

　　 Mengxin: "..."

　　 Ye Shi smiled and patted that Mengxin's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Boy, not bad, what's your ID name, next time you team up."

　　Who knows that Mengxin doesn't appreciate him, so he glanced at him and said, "Who do you call the young man, I'm thirty, how old are you."

　　 Ye eleven looked embarrassed and put his hand back.

　　 "Puff ha ha ha ha!"

　　 looked at this guy squeezing, the mosquito laughed out a pig cry, patted Ye Shi on the shoulder with a smiley face, and squeezed his eyebrows toward Na Mengxin.

　　 "He, a little brother, I remember just going to college."

　　 Ye Shi blushed and argued: "Fuck off! I'm sophomore in my sophomore year!"

　　 Na Mengxin smacked his tongue: "That's not a little brother yet."

　　 The mosquito chuckled and said, "My buddy, you are so interesting, what is your ID?"

　　 "Zhang Hai."

　　 "Uh, no, I asked you the name of the game, why did you report your real name."

　　 "My name is Zhang Hai, I don't change my name, I don't change my surname, I play games with this name." Zhang Hai stared.

　　 Yeshi: "What if you are squatted?"

　　 Zhang Hai said: "It's okay, I still have Zhang Hai001, Zhang Hai111, and Zhanghai000."

　　 Ye Ten: "Puff."

　　 The mosquito with a low-smile laugh, his stomach hurts, and coughed and said, "Brother, your style...why don't you play with a strength or physique? How about agility?"

　　 Zhang Haimei furiously said: "You don't understand this, martial arts in the world, only fast is not broken. Fast, is strong, I am fast!"

　　 Mosquito: "Hahahaha grass."

　　 "Wait," Ye Shi frowned suddenly and looked around alertly, "I always feel that something is staring at us."

　　 "It's okay, it's okay, not ashamed," the mosquito smiled and patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's over for a while, why don't you go and eat?"

　　 Zhang Hai’s eyes lit up and said, "Go to my stall and eat it. I'll give you ramen, it’s authentic."

　　"..."

　　 illusion?

　　 The feeling of being stared at gradually faded, and Ye Shi looked away suspiciously from the distant street.

　　 At the same time, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is on a tall building hundreds of meters away.

　　 A mercenary holding a sniper rifle, with a ghostly expression on his face, his back pressed firmly against the wall.

Just now he just wanted to observe with a scope to see what was going on that street, but before he could see how many people were on the opposite side, one of them suddenly looked around alertly, and then looked at him. Come here.

Is 　　 a coincidence?

　　 But this is a coincidence!

　　 At this time, the captain's voice came from the communication channel.

　　 "Carl, what did you see."

"A lot of people."

"How many?"

　　 "I didn't see clearly...give me some more time."

　　 swallowed, the mercenary named Carl continued, nervously.

　　 "Those people...maybe there are awakened ones."

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(I can’t bear it. I insisted on updating 8K for two months or more. I sleep only 6 hours a day. I feel that my body is calling the police. The doctor advised me to take a good rest. Don’t damage my liver at a young age, and then give it to me. I recommended the liver-protecting tablets. I didn’t pay the advertising fee, so I won’t advertise...

　　 I'm really sorry, brothers, there may be only one update these days, but I will ensure that the word count is as small as 5~6K. Compared to my previous two updates, 2K should it be considered a normal update? I started to resume two shifts on the 24th and continue to challenge Riwan...Let me slowly, while taking this time to catch my breath, sort out the plot, and make the rhythm faster. )