This Game is Too Real

"Finished."

Rubbed his sleepy eyes, Chu Guang put down his diary and notes extracting key information, and threw away his pen.

Although he didn't find the answer he wanted, the story still provided him with many interesting clues.

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

The result was summed up later. In fact, it was a simple modern version of farmers and snakes.

There are three main characters in the diary.

The owner of the diary is called Li Xiu, an ordinary sports journalist. Let's call him Xiao Li for the time being.

The other is a woman named sun Lai, who is called Xiao Sun for the time being.

The third person is Xiao Sun's husband who works as a guard in the shelter.

As the diary did not mention the guard's name, let's call him "the victim".

After reading the whole diary, Chu Guang felt that the old brother living in the yellow hair diary was really miserable.

The beginning of the diary is very plain. Xiao Li, who survived the Holocaust, simply described what he saw and heard when the nuclear war broke out with a stroke of memory.

At that time, a regional basketball game was being held in the gymnasium in the northern suburb of Qingquan city. The game was in the second half, which was a tense and fierce decisive link.

Just then, the radio suddenly sounded the alarm of nuclear strike.

[... Almost everyone didn't respond. Even my assistant thought that the sound effect was a special effect for the active atmosphere arranged by the organizer. However, I panicked, almost instinctively ran, instinctively rushed into the basement and found the sleeping cabin there. When I stepped in with my two feet, I hesitated for a moment.]

[what if all this is just a bad joke? In only a month, my audience will forget me completely and I will have nothing... But I finally closed the door and opened the insurance of the start button.]

[it began to get cold around, and my consciousness went away a little bit. When I opened my eyes again and pushed open the hatch, the mechanical watch on the door told me that the nuclear war had indeed happened. I had been sleeping for more than three years, and now there are things and people outside. I bet right, but I don't feel lucky at all... I'd rather be wrong. Everything is just a bad joke, at least I We can also get a lot of compensation from the organizers. Or let everything end. Three years ago, dying in Utopia was not a bad thing, but living was torture.]

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

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

Desperate to suffocate!

It is August, but snow has begun to fall in the sky. On a gray day, I can't see the sun and feel any warmth.

Wandering aimlessly on the road.

Finally, before he fell, he found a group of poor people who also survived in the nearby waste tire factory.

In that era when human nature was far from devoid, the survivors of the tire factory rescued him, and he also met a woman named sun Lai there.

The woman, a nurse with a child under the age of 7, separated from her husband when the nuclear bomb exploded. She has been looking for her husband for years.

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

When I wrote here, there was a yellowing photo in my diary, which was a group photo of them. Although the woman's face was covered with traces of wind and frost, she could see that she was beautiful.

Chu Guang didn't care about their emotional development or the complex ethical entanglement, 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 with the searched parts, and successfully listened to a radio from the shelter.

The man on the radio was Sun Lai's husband - the victim who served as a guard in the shelter.

Over the past three years, the radio has not been interrupted for a day. It rings at noon every day and ends at 3 p.m.

The content of the radio is also looking for his lost wife and children for three years.

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

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

But the next thing, gradually began to be interesting.

As the security guard of the shelter, the victims were locked up in the shelter before the outbreak of 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 and guided his friends to take supplies to rescue the poor people living in the tire factory.

These supplies are of great use.

More than that, relying on the almost unlimited knowledge reserve in the shelter, the sufferers consulted the available materials from the electronic library, and actively helped the survivors of the tire factory collect useful objects and establish their own shelter to fight the cold weather and hunger.

It's like a remote control.

Xiao Li and Xiao Sun are very cooperative, but they hide one thing, that is, they don't tell the survivors about the shelter.

People are selfish.

If these survivors are allowed to know that there is a shelter that can be contacted near them, it is difficult to say whether they can still live bravely, United and mutual aid as they are now. They may even have bad ideas, force their helpers to say the location of the shelter, and even do more extraordinary things.

Credit and prestige were temporarily counted on Xiao Li, while the existence of the shelter was concealed. He was like an omnipotent genius and won the support of everyone.

This is not a bad thing.

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

In particular, the materials collected will be exhausted one day, and there is no hope of the end of this boundless cold winter.

The owner of the diary had a clear idea from the beginning. He knew that only when he entered the shelter could he get eternal peace.

So he began to try to persuade Xiao Sun, instill some ideas into her, and told her that only shelter was 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 good environment, no one wants to stay in hell and suffer.

Moreover, her husband was in the shelter, and it was not entirely impossible to enter.

However, they did not know that once the door of the shelter was closed, it was not so easy to open. The so-called ability to enter was just wishful thinking.

Although the sufferer is also anxious to see his wife and children, only the manager has the authority to the gate of the shelter.

As a guard, I don't even have the qualification to see the manager, let alone open the door.

More than that.

In principle, after the door of the shelter is closed, it will immediately enter the radio silence. No one shall send messages to the outside world in any form. If found, he 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 his shelter is a little special.

A low-power signal tower is hidden on the surface of the refuge, 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, let alone how to plead with the manager to let go of himself.

The worst result is that after he truthfully explained all this, the manager sentenced him to life imprisonment on the charge of traitor, frozen in the sleeping cabin forever, and accepted the trial of the law after the restoration of order.

At that time, I will lose touch with my wife and children forever.

The above are Chu Guang's conjectures based on the contents of his diary.

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

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

There are abundant materials, not only food, medicine, clean drinking water, but even police weapons for explosion-proof purposes.

These supplies made the survivors of the tire factory spend a rich time, and even rescued a group of survivors who wandered from the nearby city.

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

However, this period of prosperity did not last long.

It can be seen from the second half of the diary that with the depletion of materials, the contradictions and frictions between people began to intensify gradually.

At the beginning, both men and women, young and old, could enjoy two boxes of canned meat, unlimited self heated rice and even iced and delicious beer every day.

Later, the survivor community began to ban alcohol, and the meat could only be left to young men who went out to explore, hunt and pick up waste, as well as pregnant women. The porridge became thinner and thinner, and even had to be mixed with some bark.

In the end, all the stored materials were exhausted, but it was getting colder and colder.

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

Some people say that winter will last for a long time.

Others say it's a rumor. There's no nuclear winter at all.

Then there was a retort, maybe not just nuclear weapons? After all, it has been said in the news that they have mastered a more deterrent existence than nuclear weapons.

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

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

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

Maybe

They shouldn't have taken in the homeless survivors from the beginning.

But who is not a vagrant?

Or, how many people should be accepted?

When contradictions accumulate to irreconcilable, they eventually evolve into a fierce conflict. The cause may be just a piece of moldy bread, or even a bone. These are not important.

The battle finally subsided in the gunfire of Xiao Li, but from that moment on, his dream of the Savior was completely broken.

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

Xiao Li himself was immersed in remorse and pain, and the content of his diary gradually went to the other extreme. There was no original sharp edges and corners between the lines, natural and elegant, but scribbled and perfunctory instead.

Sometimes I write every few days, 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'm still looking for that shelter. That's the only hope. Although I know the hope is slim, the world is hopeless.]

This is the last line he wrote.

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

"This diary can be put on Museum Exhibition... If Museum and history reappear on this planet one day, someone must know what happened here."

"Forget it, I'd better spend some time another day to update the entry under the" blood hand clan "set on the official website."

"Servers in different worlds are more reliable than museums on waste land."

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

But it doesn't matter.

The bloody handprint printed on the cover, in a sense, has explained everything. He left it without accident.

Chu Guang once heard that Hain said that two years ago, the leader of the bloody hand clan was not called "bear", but a man called "Eagle". His body was hung on a street lamp not far from the door of the tire factory.

Before the "Eagle", it was a "snake" blinded.

Further on, I don't know. Maybe it's something else.

It is said that none of the leaders of the bloody hand clan had a good end, and almost all died of the murder of their successors - or the cruel Darwinian law.

This diary with blood fingerprints seems to have been subjected to some kind of vicious curse. It is regarded as a spiritual Totem by those marauders. Together with the bloody and violent culture, it has been passed on from generation to generation.

Now it has been passed to the "bear" generation. Finally, it has been smashed by the hammer of justice.

With a slight sigh, Chu Guang closed his diary.

"Xiao Qi, I'm going to sleep. Turn off the light for me. Remember not to forget to call Xia Yan to get up."

"As for me, 1 pm... Forget it. I'll wake up naturally when I sleep."

"The booty will be divided after I wake up. If a player asks you for advice, you will 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 is very reasonable.

And Xiaoqi's voice is always so intimate.

"OK, master."

"Sleep quickly."

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

That would be a good dream.