This Game is Too Real

The construction site on the former site of the sanatorium.

The dust was rolling, the beating was incessant, the sound of unloading was tinkling, and there was a bustling rush.

These players seem to have endless strength and enthusiasm, pushing small carts picked up from the abandoned construction site, carrying stones one after another, smashing them with a hammer before transporting them to the cement kiln, and then pouring them into the kiln to calcine the coarse materials into cement.

The players squatting next to push the bellows hard to make the fire in the kiln more prosperous. Not far away is the running charcoal kiln. Further away are the earth kiln and fish rack for bacon, the rising smoke and noise, and even drive away the birds in the trees.

Players made concerted efforts to pour the fired cement into sand and water, mix it into viscous cement slurry, and soon built the foundation of the first section of the wall.

The smoke curled into a sheet.

It's like a newborn tribe, young and energetic.

The construction site was handed over to the civil engineering born [save people under the knife]. Lao Bai and Fang Chang have begun to study "local steelmaking".

The gale side has also improved the fishing trap, using the larvae of the mutant leech as bait. There is no problem getting more than a dozen fish a day. If you can't finish eating, you'll give it to the fried egg brother to make dried fish.

The lake has more aquatic products than he thought.

The only thing to note is that the bait in the trap cannot be put too much, and the deployed water level cannot be too deep, otherwise the big fish will easily damage the trap.

But these are small problems.

As long as you master the know-how, everything will gradually become proficient, and the process itself is full of fun.

So are the new players.

They don't even need to look for it. Everything here is so novel for them that it is almost impossible to experience it in modern society.

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

But it's different here.

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

A civil engineering dog who has worked on the construction site for five or six years without mixing with the management. As long as he cries "I'm engaged in engineering", he will be praised as a big man and entrusted with an important task by other players.

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

The vast majority of players are ordinary people. Their work in reality may not be so eye-catching, but as long as they have a skill here, they can get collective recognition without even being too prominent.

The surface outposts of the refuge are getting better with the naked eye because of the efforts of each of them.

In Maslow's demand layer, this is the highest level of demand. It is separated from any low 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 tired muscles are sour, you are also a role in the game and won't affect your life the next day.

On the contrary, they will be more lively the next day because they fall asleep early.

Chu Guang, who returned to the outpost with his booty, guessed when he saw that the players were busy.

Of course, he can't know what players think.

For managers, that kind of thing is not important at all and doesn't care.

As long as the reservation number is always greater than the players in the list, you don't have to worry that there are no fresh leeks to sweat.

Retreat?

AFK？

In that sentence, please give your helmet and account to those who need it, and try a more primitive game method.

get down to business.

The harvest of this trip was quite gratifying.

Two 5mm iron tube rifles, 62 rounds of 5mm ammunition, and three backpacks that didn't turn over in time.

These were found on the two marauders and the unlucky man they chased and killed.

Chu Guang was a man who didn't like waste. He collected all of them, including the mutant hyena shot in the neck.

Domestication does not affect its taste. Anyway, it is alien to Chu Guang.

The mutant hyena was thrown to the fried egg brother who served as the cook. Chu Guang began to turn over the picked up backpack with Ye Shi and garbage Jun.

"Matches, compass, map and... Some dried meat? And some plastic? What's written on it?"

Hearing the murmur of night ten, the garbage brother with less sharp claws also came together, picked up one with great interest and approached for observation.

"It's a bit like a casino chip."

"Give me the plastic. I can use it."

Chu Guang confiscated these twenty white "plastic pieces" without moving his face. Anyway, these things are useless to players.

Then he looked at the dried meat in his hand.

"... forget the dried meat. I don't suggest you eat it."

Yeshi, who was about to bite, was stunned.

"Why?"

Chu Guang thought and used a euphemism.

"Predators don't usually avoid food. You can't be sure what meat it is."

The garbage gentleman hasn't reacted yet. The night ten next to him has thrown away the dried meat and started Yue.

Even in the game, he can't accept some settings.

Looking at the reaction of night 10, Chu Guang suddenly wondered what these players thought, so he looked at the garbage gentleman and asked.

"What it feels like to kill."

Garbage Jun was stunned and touched his head.

"Didn't notice..."

How does the game feel? More bloody, he hasn't played before.

On the contrary, the blood effect of the game was not so exaggerated that he didn't pay much attention at that time.

But

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

Just like biological instinct.

Chu Guang looked at the "lizard man" unexpectedly. Unexpectedly, the player's psychological quality was not bad.

Is it that dreams dilute the feeling of death?

Or is there a filter that players don't understand from the perspective of the world.

unclear.

After all, this device is not designed by Chu Guang. He has never used players' helmets, and he doesn't know whether the world in their eyes is exactly the same as the world in his own eyes.

It seems that we have to use the identity of planning to talk to players in the future

……

By five o'clock in the afternoon, the north wall of the sanatorium had been basically repaired.

I have to say, these players are genius.

Chu Guang even felt that his NPC was redundant.

Although some talents are not written on the attribute panel, 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 is reset and the world will be destroyed tomorrow, they can rebuild it brick by brick.

The treasures on the construction site are not only those green gray stones, but also those piled up cement blocks with sacks.

These things are too heavy for ordinary survivors to take away and use, so they still maintain the original appearance at the beginning of the nuclear war.

Although the cement has already hardened and cannot be mixed with sand to irrigate the foundation, it is excellent to use it directly as bricks for stacking walls.

At least, it's more reliable than the pile of yellow mud bricks burned by Lao Bai!

Under the leadership of [leave people under the knife], the players beat the pine sawn into the soil, piled the cement blocks transported from the construction site in the middle, inserted the steel bars stolen from the construction site for fixation, and finally poured the well mixed calcium carbonate cement.

When the cement dries up, a simple but reliable concrete work is completed.

As for the inner side of the wall, the slope is made of cement blocks and concrete waste.

If attacked, the players in the wall just need to crawl on the slope and can fight back against the invaders with the help of bunkers.

Considering that the scale of the outpost will be further expanded in the future, another fortification can be built on the outside of the fort, and guard with the sentry and watchtower.

"... the terrain of the whole wetland park is relatively flat, and there is a forest plain around the sanatorium. There is no steep slope for shelter. I can cut down all the trees around here, so that we can find any target close to the outpost at the first time!"

"Yes, brother Dei, what are you doing in reality?" Lao Bai looked surprised at the new player next to him.

[leave people under the knife] he was a little impressed by this ID, but only a little. He only remembered that he added the group a long time ago.

Unexpectedly, there are so many big men crouching in the small game group.

He smiled shyly and said shyly.

"... I'm just a dog. People on the edge of the unit drink tea and read newspapers all day. Few look at me."

"No, no, your level is OK! To be honest, I never thought I could finish a whole wall today."

"I'm flattered, I'm flattered!"

It was evening, and the sky turned yellow.

As a cook, the fried egg brother set up a big pot in the open space in front of the sanatorium, threw in the fish caught by the wind from the lake and made a pot of pine nut fresh fish soup.

Players are sitting on the ground, one bowl for each, with a piece of bacon. A mouthful of fish soup and a mouthful of meat, just eat it like this, but it has a different flavor.

of course.

Not everyone can accept this flavor.

For example, the rattan sitting on the ground is holding his nose and looking at the bowl in his hand with a sad face.

"Er, how fishy..."

Whether in the game or in reality, she is very sensitive to smell. She really can't accept this heavy taste cooking method.

The fried egg brother nearby heard it and rolled his eyes.

"You think I want to... I don't even have food and wine here. I've tried my best."

The expression is obvious. Do you like to eat or not.

"Make do with it. This game will be hungry if you don't eat," night ten comforted nearby. "Why don't you squeeze your nose and pour it down? I can help."

Teng dodged aside.

"You don't have to."

Speaking of, do NPC also need to eat?

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

However, he didn't have dinner with the players. He just stayed here for a while and hurried away again.

When he came back again, many players close to him saw that his face was blue and his mood didn't seem to be very good.

There was a commotion among the players.

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

He stepped forward quickly, holding the wind close to him to inquire.

"Brother, what happened?"

The wind looked dignified and said in a deep voice.

"I heard..."

"It looks like a dead man."