This Game Is Too Realistic

Gitis recalled:

"I heard it."

While Shang Jianyao's eyes were shining, Jitis continued:

"Every summer, they would send a convoy over, exchanging grain and meat for coal, steel and other things, and take them away one by one."

"Then do you know where Suimo City is?" Shang Jianyao asked impatiently.

Gittes shook her head:

"Even in internal communications, they never mentioned this matter."

Obviously, she had used "Tianer Tong" to monitor the situation of the Suimu City motorcade.

"They are very careful..." Jiang Baimian sighed with emotion.

She was not surprised at all.

Small and medium-sized forces like Sumo City either take shelter from organizations such as "Prime City" and "Pangu Creatures", or they can only rely on geographical advantages to prevent themselves from being attacked.

Although Suimo City is located in the ice field and is quite far away from the major forces, as long as their specific location is exposed, they will inevitably become fat in the eyes of many people in the summer.

Gitis glanced at several members of the "Old Tune Group" and said:

"If you want to find someone from the city at the end of the year, you can stay in Gerstburg until summer."

"Yeah." Jiang Baimian was noncommittal.

If their "settlement" plan fails, Kittis's suggestion may be an option.

After leaving the hotel, Shang Jianyao took a deep breath and sighed sincerely:

"Today's air quality is 367.55 percent better than yesterday."

"How did you calculate it?" Gennava didn't expect Shang Jianyao to use such precise figures.

Shang Jianyao smiled proudly:

"I'm imitating you, Laoge!

"As for the specific numbers, I made them up on the spot. How about it? Do you want me to make up another one?"

As an intelligent person, Gnawa was speechless for a moment.

Jiang Baimian looked up at the sky to help resolve the embarrassment:

"The weather is nice today."

Strong winds blew from the direction of the ice sheet, dissipating the dark gas that enveloped Gerstberg.

"It makes me feel a little cold." Long Yuehong tightened her gray camouflage uniform.

Even though summer is not far away, Gerstberg, near the ice field, is still cool.

To put it simply, in Gerstburg, it will be hotter where you can get the sun, and it will be cooler if you stand in the shadow and the wind blows.

"Yeah." Bai Chen also pulled the scarf around his neck.

She no longer has a slave number, and the knot in her heart has been untied. She wears a scarf purely because the wind makes her neck feel cold.

Jiang Baimian then looked around:

"Let's go and drive to replenish supplies."

In the evening, the well-fed "Old Tune Group" gathered together to discuss room "503".

Except for Shang Jianyao, the other people's opinions are very consistent, that is:

Don't go in yet.

"You still have no way to resist the infection of Wuxin. Exploring Jiang Xiaoyue's room is like beating a dog with a meat bun. There is no return." Jiang Baimian said sternly to Shang Jianyao.

In a sense, "503" is more dangerous than the "205" room that represents the "dawn" dream of Zhi Sui. After all, dreams are not necessarily dangerous, or the corresponding dangers are not necessarily unavoidable, but can make explorers infected with " The "503" of "no heart disease" seems to have almost no solution at present.

"Then when will we have to wait until we can explore?" Shang Jianyao asked aggrievedly, "Jiang Xiaoyue Shen and I have been friends for a long time. They are already friends. They should not be so dangerous, uh, one-sided friends."

Jiang Baimian rolled his eyes and said:

"Judging from the information we have, it takes a strong person from the 'New World' to fight against the Wuxin infection with individual strength."

"We have entered the new world, so how can we explore '503'?" Shang Jianyao has always been clear-headed in this regard.

After hearing this, Bai Chen raised a question:

"Can the strong in the New World enter the 'soul corridor' in reverse?"

After everyone was silent for a short time, Shang Jianyao clapped his hands:

"That's a good question."

"What we can be sure of now is that the senior executives have corresponding rooms in the 'soul corridor'." Jiang Baimian pondered for a while.

There are specific examples of this, such as "205" in "Dawn" and "102" in "Zhuang Sheng".

"It seems that the soul rooms of the strong people in the New World are still preserved." Gnawa speculated based on the facts, "What is not known at present is whether their soul rooms can be the same as before entering the "New World"." Open from the inside out. "

There should be no problem in going from the outside in, because Shang Jianyao has entered "Zhuang Sheng's" "102", but he has not done any substantial exploration.

At this time, Shang Jianyao's mind jumped, he put his hands on his hands and said with a smile:

"If the strong men of the 'New World' can freely enter and exit the 'Corridor of the Soul', and my room number is known to the enemy, I may die suddenly at any time."

"Don't worry, there is Zhi Sui's aura remaining in your Sea of ​​Origin." Long Yuehong felt that this guy was not worried about something like this happening at all.

The "Old Diao Group" has now preliminarily determined that Xiao Chong is equal to Du Shaochong's childhood and is equal to a part of the reincarnation of "Zhuang Sheng".

"Yes, yes." Shang Jianyao said with bright eyes, "I'm just waiting for them to visit my room. I, Xiao Chong and I are going to entertain them and play games!"

With his attention diverted, he had forgotten about exploring room "503".

Late at night, in the "soul corridor", Shang Jianyao stood opposite his room and sighed:

"Why can't I find the spiritual room of the awakened person in Sumo City?

"It's okay if I can't find it. Why doesn't anyone who has awakened from the Soul Corridor level in Sumo City have the chance to explore my room?"

After thinking about it, they decided that they could not wait and wait, but had to take the initiative to do something.

Because each room is only numbered and the order is messed up, Shang Jianyao cannot tell which one corresponds to the person in Sumo City, and it is difficult to conduct active investigation.

He believes that compared to other people's rooms, it is better to manipulate his own.

"Well, I have to increase the probability that the Awakened Ones from End of Year City will explore my room." Shang Jianyao rubbed his chin and muttered to himself, "Express kindness to them? How to express it?"

"This is simple." Shang Jianyao, who is looking for novelty and novelty, broke away from the main body and said enthusiastically, "Look at me!

He quickly produced a piece of white paper and a pen, and started writing.

After writing it, he pasted the white paper on the house number of his spiritual room.

"Home of the Awakened in Sumo City"

Bang bang, honest Shang Jianyao applauded him.

He "liked":

"Very much like the three hundred taels of silver here."

"Are you sure this can be preserved?" Shang Jianyao, a calm and rational person, reminded, "We tried to change the house number before but failed."

Shang Jianyao, who is looking for novelty and novelty, has an indifferent expression on his face:

“Try without dying.

"Besides, we wanted to change the original thing last time. Without the permission of the owner of the 'Soul Corridor', we would definitely not be able to succeed. Now, we are just posting a note, which does not involve the inherent structure of the 'Soul Corridor'."

I thought I would give it a try anyway, and none of the other merchants objected.

They clasped their hands together, walked around to other rooms, and then returned to the door of "131".

The white paper that says "Home of the Awakened in Sumo City" is still posted there!

"It seems okay..." Shang Jianyao's eyes lit up.

He opened the door and entered the house, waited for a few minutes and then came out to confirm.

The paper is still there.

Luoden, the elder of Suimo City, once again entered the "soul corridor" and walked towards the place that could be found even with his eyes closed.

The door to the "new world" he is searching for is likely to be in the room numbered "131".

But the problem is that Luoden not only encountered all kinds of unbelievable and bizarre things there, but also experienced Zhi Sui's gaze, which made him believe that the owner of room "131" had been in contact with some Zhi Sui and received certain favors. .

—If it were not favor, but malice, the room would have been replaced long ago.

As a man of faith, Luoden was in great awe of the leaders. He did not dare to explore "131" until he was sufficiently sure.

In the room, I can only walk to the door from time to time, look at it for a while, and relax my mood.

During this period of time, he prayed to religious leaders and asked for grace, but received no response.

As he walked, Roden saw the familiar vermilion door again and the golden number "131" that was etched in his heart.

The next second, his eyes froze.

He found a piece of white paper taped to the door of "131". On the white paper, it was written in both gray native script and Honghe dialect:

"Home of the Awakened in Sumo City"

Luoden, who was experienced at the level of "soul corridor", was at a loss for a moment, wondering if he was so eager to explore that room and find the door to the "new world" that he was hallucinating.

He even analyzed the possibility of being attacked and falling into a fantasy world.

After several minutes of confirmation, Luoden finally believed that there was a "sign" on the door of "131".

This is something unprecedented in the "soul corridor"!

Seeing that cheerful expression, Fang Chang was also sincerely happy for her.

Flipping through the notes in her hand, Dolly, who was leaning back on the chair, suddenly sat up straight and looked curiously at Fang Chang, who was sitting opposite.

"Actually... I still have some questions about what you just said."

"Which one?"

"I seem to have heard about the Edmund Clinic somewhere. It is said that some mercenaries and bounty hunters who cannot afford bionic prosthetics or want to save money will go there for surgery."

"It's similar to what I learned." Fang Chang nodded.

"Hmm... what about the mercenaries who need to replace their prosthetics?" Dolly tilted her head, "There will always be people accidentally injured. Even if you wipe out the Edmund Clinic, there will still be people who will open another one in a different place, right?"

Although equality is a beautiful concept, most of the time, the price of life is different.

If someone is willing to pay the chips, someone will do the deal.

The cheapest mechanical prosthesis produced in Boulder City costs two to three thousand chips, and for some precision-made bionic organs, five figures are the norm.

In comparison, the lives of clones and slaves are much cheaper. If they are captured scavengers or other civilians, it can even be done at no cost.

As long as people in the wasteland are still struggling to survive, this market will not disappear.

Fang Chang put down the wine glass in his hand, and after thinking for a long time, he slowly spoke.

“We certainly thought about it, so we decided to address that part of the need.”

"It's just that we need to change the way."

After leaving the Gracie Clinic that day, he went to the closed beta player communication section of the forum and opened a post. While disclosing the bug that allowed him to earn money, he also discussed this issue with other players who had qualified for the closed beta test.

After listening to what they saw at the "Golden Dunes Cinema", the vast majority of players had similar thoughts to him.

Although this is indeed a "win-win" business, after all, players will not really die, but using this bug to make money will make them feel uneasy.

Especially many players have become close friends with the PC in the game.

Ignore the cloud players who have not played the game yet.

At least for closed beta players, many people can no longer treat NPCs as pure data.

But another form of life.

Based on the opinions of other players, Lao Bai plans to communicate with the Alliance's First Hospital to save the parts that players have replaced with bionic prosthetics and replace them with survivors who really need them.

As for the fee, a reasonable handling fee will be charged.

In addition, some seriously injured players can also donate their parts before repairing themselves.

Of course, this will be on a voluntary basis.

Players can choose whether to sign a body donation agreement.

For players who have signed the agreement, when they or their friends need replacement parts, they can prioritize surgery.

This is of course unprofitable, but as Guang Ge said, they are not just developing a game, but also building a virtual community.

Silver coins are not everything in this game. In addition to pure profit, there are many other things in this world worth exploring.

Fang Chang felt that the pattern could actually be bigger.

They are not just building a community, they are building a society.

Including himself, players who have qualified for the closed beta test have long been unable to do without the extra 12 hours a day.

This is their second world and in fact their second home.

Especially as the first group of players to enter the game, they followed the progress of the game and gained a large amount of resources and wealth - both in the game and outside the game.

Both emotionally and logically, they all have obligations and responsibilities to make this place a better place.

Instead of turning this place into a jungle, squeezing profits from it like cancer cells, and then spreading it to other places to continue.

"Our alliance will normalize the targeting of predator nests, making it harder for predator nests that 'slaughter survivors' to survive."

"At the same time, we will also supply cheaper replacement parts through shelter technology, making this business unprofitable."

Fang Chang briefly described his and other shelter residents' decisions in a way that NPCs could understand.

Dolly looked at him in surprise, her bright right eye filled with surprise.

"I didn't expect you to be quite a responsible person."

Fang Chang smiled faintly.

"Did you just find out?"

Although he wasn't like this from the beginning.

Rubbing her chin with her index finger, Dolly thought for a long time.

Suddenly, she snapped her fingers.

"Yes!"

"Yes?"

"Tomorrow there will be a headline in the Daily Survivor! I plan to write your deeds in the newspaper!" Dolly said with shining eyes.

The headline of an NPC newspaper?

Although it doesn’t sound as attractive as the Hall of Fame on the official website of “Wasteland”, it is still a fresh experience.

I happen to be learning Renlianyu myself, so I’ll buy a copy and have a look.

"For the sake of headlines, how about you treat me to this meal?" Fang Chang joked.

no problem-"

Dolly was just about to pat her chest and agree, but at this moment, the corner of her eye suddenly caught a glimpse of the pile of wooden skewers on the plate.

The raised corners of her mouth suddenly froze, and her voice weakened unsatisfactorily. Dolly continued with a blushing face.

"First, wait until I pay you your wages."

"Then I will remember it!"

Looking at Dolly with an embarrassed expression, Fang Chang smiled in a good mood, took out a few chips and threw them on the tray in the waiter's hand.

"Pay the bill, no need to look for it."

Looking at the chips spinning in the tray, the waiter saw that he was an acquaintance and couldn't help but secretly rolled his eyes.

It's this guy again.

But then again, this guy has enough to eat...

Glancing at the pile of wooden picks on the plate, and then at the young man who looked polite on the surface, the waiter couldn't help but click his tongue.

It’s true that people cannot be judged by their appearance.

Vault No. 404, the browsing room on the b4 floor.

Chu Guang, who was sitting on the sofa, was holding a copy of the "Survivor Daily" that had just been printed.

The page spread out in front of him was the headline of the latest issue of "Daily Survivor" - a report about the Edmond Clinic.

The newspaper selectively displayed several photos taken by players at the Edmond Clinic.

Including randomly abandoned corpses and survivors locked in iron cages like lambs to be slaughtered, the shocking images not only shocked people's eyes, but also impacted their hearts.

Of course, the residents of the outer city knew how cruel the wasteland was. After all, the distance between them and the outside world was, to put it bluntly, just a door.

However, it is precisely because of the existence of that giant wall that they do not have to come into contact with things that do not belong to their own world in their daily lives.

Even "Voice of the Rock" often mentions the suffering outside the giant wall as amusement, but the narrative style is mostly sarcastic and flattering to the city lord.

Rather than saying that this was to please the city lord who didn't care about them at all, it was more to say that it was catering to its audience.

This is the first time in at least the past ten years that a newspaper like "Daily Survivor" has brought the truth about Chi Guo under people's eyes.

It is precisely because of this that this incident caused a huge sensation in the outer city of Boulder City, and quickly became a hot topic among people.

What's more interesting is that the residents of Boulder City are clearly divided on the same issue.

For ordinary residents, they are more concerned about the survivors who are locked in iron cages.

After all, there are not only people from the slums, but also several residents from outer cities.

No matter what reason those poor people were sent to the bloody slaughterhouse, the fantasy of the giant wall appeared in their hearts in the same position.

The unbreakable wall was not as unbreakable as they imagined, and eternal isolation could not really keep them away from the wasteland.

However, the final result can still be regarded as very satisfying.

The evil predator lair was destroyed and the survivors returned home to reunite with their loved ones.

Although the unbreakable wall is not absolutely reliable, the unbreakable alliance seems to have played a little role.

However, for the mercenaries, this is not good news.

This means that they have to take greater risks to complete the commission, and have to pay more chips after injury to buy expensive and not necessarily easy-to-use mechanical replacements.

Of course, the newspaper also mentioned at the end that the New Alliance First Hospital was exploring alternative options with the help of Vault 44.

It is recommended that mercenaries who need treatment go to Dawn City to try their luck.

Sitting on the coffee table in front of the sofa with her legs stretched out, the puppet controlled by Xiao Qi was looking up at Chu Guang with admiration.

"As expected of the master!"

"Actually, you have already guessed that your players will do this, right?"

Having long been accustomed to his assistant's flattery, Chu Guang just smiled faintly, turned a page of the newspaper, and said in a normal tone

"I'm not as good at predicting things as you think, and human behavior cannot be simply predicted."

"But I admit, they did make a choice that I'm pleased with."

No matter how strict the rules are, there will always be loopholes, especially as the number of players in the server increases. Chu Guang knows very well that he cannot personally plan the game trajectory of each player as he did before.

What's more, there is no need to do this.

Players are also an integral part of "Wasteland". Of course, they can also participate in the formulation of game rules and explore the future path together.

What Chu Guang hopes to see more is that players can give full play to their initiative and spontaneously improve "game content" and maintain "server order."

This is their power.

It is also an obligation.

The newspaper turned to the last page. Chu Guang closed the finished newspaper and placed it on the coffee table next to Xiao Qi. He was about to open his laptop and browse the forum.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the browsing room.

"Please come in."

The alloy door opens.

It was Yin Fang who came in from the outside.

As soon as he saw the beaming expression, Chu Guang guessed that something good had happened. Thinking that this guy was busy repairing the power armor recently, he blurted out.

"Dragoon' fixed?"

No, it's still a little bit close, but it's only for the past few days," Yin Fang said happily, sitting on the sofa opposite Chu Guang, "What I want to tell you is another good news. "

Chu Guang asked with interest.

"What good news?"

"Based on the clues collected by the scientific expedition team, we locked in an abandoned shelter... Although the shelter is old, the information is new.

According to historical reading records, we are most likely the first to discover its coordinates. You should know what this means. "

Taking out the tablet computer changed into v, Yin Fang skillfully clicked twice on the screen, and then handed the tablet to Chu Guang's hand.

"Its number is 79. It is located in Ruigu City, one hundred and fifty kilometers away from here, at the junction of the River Valley Province and the Luoxia Province."

Yin Fang continued with an excited expression on his face.

"Double-digit shelter number, you should know what that means!"

(Thanks to the leader of "Yeye Thirteenth Lang" for the reward!!!)