This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 95: Diaries, clues and origins

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"Finished reading."

Rubbing his eyes that were too sleepy to open, Chu Guang put down the diary and the notes excerpting key information in his hand, and threw away the pen in his hand.

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

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

The result was later summarized, and it was actually a simple modern version of the farmer and the snake.

There are three main characters in the diary.

The name of the owner of the diary is Li Xiu, an ordinary sports reporter, let’s call him Xiao Li.

The other is a woman named Sun Lai, let's call her Xiao Sun.

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

Since the diary does not mention the guard’s name, let’s just call him the “Sufferer”.

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

The beginning of the diary is very plain. Xiao Li, who survived the catastrophe, simply recounted what he saw and heard when the nuclear war broke out using the writing of memories.

At that time, a regional basketball game was going on in the gymnasium in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City. The game was in the second half, and it was the tense final stage.

At this moment, the radio suddenly sounded the warning of a nuclear attack.

[...Almost no one reacted. Even my assistant thought that the sound effect was a special effect arranged by the organizer to enliven the atmosphere. However, I still panicked and ran almost instinctively. I instinctively rushed into the basement and found the hibernation capsule placed there. When I stepped in with both feet, I hesitated for a moment. 】

[What if this is all just a bad joke? It would only take a month for my audience to forget all about me and I would have nothing left...but I eventually closed the door and unlocked the start button. 】

[The surroundings began to get colder, and my consciousness faded away little by little. 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 had indeed occurred. I had been sleeping for more than three years, and now things and people outside had changed. I made the right bet, but I don't feel lucky at all... I'd rather it was me who was wrong and everything was just a bad joke. At least I could still get a large amount of compensation from the organizer. Or let everything end three years ago. Dying in Utopia is not a bad thing, but living is a kind of torture. 】

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

The broken streets, the concrete buildings riddled with holes, and the dead bodies abandoned randomly on the street for crows to peck at - everything is like hell.

It’s so hopeless that it’s suffocating!

It is clearly August, but snow has already begun to fall in the sky. It was a gray sky with no sunlight and no warmth.

Wandering aimlessly.

Finally before he collapsed, he found a group of poor people who had also survived in a nearby scrap tire factory.

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

The woman was a nurse with a child less than 7 years old. She was separated from her husband when the nuclear bomb exploded. She has been looking for her husband all these years.

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

When I was writing this, there was a yellowed photo posted in the diary, which was a photo of the two of them. Although the woman's face was covered with traces of wind and frost, she could still tell that she was beautiful.

Chu Guang didn't care about the development of their relationship, nor the complicated ethical entanglements involved, so he quickly skipped at least 30 pages of psychological activities and detailed descriptions - until he finally saw what really interested him. clues.

Xiao Li and Xiao Sun assembled a primitive but reliable radio using found parts, and successfully listened to a broadcast from the shelter.

The person on the radio was Sun Lai's husband - the sufferer who worked as a guard in the shelter.

In the past three years, the broadcast has not been interrupted for a day. It sounds on time at noon every day and plays until three o'clock in the afternoon.

The content of the broadcast is also about searching for his separated wife and children for three years.

When she realized that her husband had never given up looking for her, Xiao Sun, who was already a little shaken, lay in Xiao Li's arms and cried.

Chu Guang could feel that the owner of this diary didn't seem very happy. She didn't even mention her husband's name in the diary. She just used that man to refer to her and brushed the whole thing off.

But what happened next gradually became interesting.

As a guard of the shelter, the Sufferer was imprisoned in the shelter before the nuclear war broke out.

Learning that his wife and children were still alive, he immediately found a way to contact his friends who used to work in the police station, and directed his friends to bring supplies to rescue the poor people living in the tire factory. .

These supplies came in handy.

More than that, the Sufferer relied on the almost unlimited knowledge reserve in the shelter, checked available information from the electronic library, and actively helped the survivors of the tire factory to collect useful objects and build their own shelter. Fight cold weather and hunger.

It's like a remote control.

Xiao Li and Xiao Sun were very cooperative, but they hid one thing, that is, they did not tell the survivors about the shelter.

People are selfish.

If these survivors knew that there was a shelter nearby that they could communicate with, it would be difficult to say whether they could still live as bravely, united, and supportive as they are now, and they might even have bad thoughts. , forcing the people who helped them to reveal the location of the shelter, and even do more outrageous things.

The credit and prestige were temporarily attributed to Xiao Li, while the existence of the shelter was concealed. He seemed to be an omnipotent genius and gained the support of everyone.

That's not a bad thing.

But leading a group of survivors is no easy task.

Especially because the supplies collected will eventually be exhausted, and there is no hope of ending this endless winter.

The owner of the diary had a clear idea from the beginning. He knew very well that only by entering the shelter could he obtain eternal peace.

So he began to try to persuade Xiao Sun, instilling some ideas in her, telling her that shelter was the only way out.

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

No matter what his thoughts were, Xiao Sun was obviously convinced. Compared to a shelter with a nice environment, no one wants to stay in **** and suffer.

Besides, her husband is in the shelter, so it is not impossible to get in.

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

Although the sufferer is also very anxious to see his wife and children, only the manager has the authority to access the shelter door.

As a guard, let alone opening the door, I am not even qualified to see the manager.

It's more than that.

In principle, after the door of the shelter is closed, radio silence will immediately enter. 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 shelter he is in is a bit special.

This shelter hides a low-power signal tower on the surface, and monitoring the signals in nearby areas is what he does every day.

Yes, he took advantage of his position.

No matter the reason, this is not a glorious thing.

He hasn't figured out how to confess, let alone how to plead with the manager to be lenient and let him go.

The worst result is that after he truthfully confessed all this, he was sentenced to life imprisonment as a traitor by his managers, locked up in a dormant chamber and frozen forever, and was tried by the law after order was restored.

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

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

After all, the diary did not record the psychological activities of the sufferer. It only 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 through the radio and found some hidden supply points that were not marked on regular evacuation maps.

There is a wealth of supplies there, including food, medicine, clean drinking water, and even anti-explosion police weapons.

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

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

But these days of prosperity did not last long.

It can be seen from the second half of the diary that as supplies are exhausted, conflicts and frictions between people begin to gradually intensify.

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

Later, the survivor community began to ban alcohol, and meat could only be reserved for young and middle-aged men who went out to explore, hunt, and scavenge, as well as pregnant women. The porridge became increasingly thinner, and some even had to be mixed with it. The bark goes in.

Finally, all the stored supplies were used up, and the weather became colder and colder.

Everything is getting worse and there is no sign of improvement at all. Even the most optimistic people can't see any hope.

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

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

Immediately there was a rebuttal, maybe it’s not just nuclear weapons? After all, it was said in the news that they had already mastered an existence that was more deterrent than nuclear weapons.

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

They have never seen even the most primitive nuclear bomb. The sources of their knowledge are things that others have chewed. They can't even distinguish which ones are true and which ones are just speculations and conjectures.

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

Maybe...

They should never have taken in those wandering survivors in the first place.

But who is not a wanderer?

In other words, from which person should we start counting?

When conflicts accumulate to the point of being irreconcilable, they eventually turn 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 armed fight finally subsided with the sound of Xiao Li's gunfire, but from that moment on, his dream of a savior was completely shattered.

Sun Lai's child died in the fight, and she herself went completely crazy. She disappeared into the heavy snow one night and never appeared again.

As for Xiao Li himself, he was immersed in regret and pain, and the contents of his diary gradually went to the other extreme. The lines in the words no longer had the original sharp edges and corners, and were replaced by scribbling and perfunctory.

Sometimes I only write something 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 the hope is slim, but this world is hopeless. 】

This was the last line he wrote.

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

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

"Forget it, let's spend some time another day and update it under the entry of "Blood Hand Clan" in the official website setting set."

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

Although the diary explains the origin of the Blood Hand Clan, it does not mention the ending of Xiao Li himself.

But that's not important.

The **** handprint printed on the cover, in a sense, has said everything, and it is no surprise that it was left by him.

Chu Guang once heard Hai En say that the leader of the Blood Hand clan two years ago was not called "Bear", but a man named "Eagle". His body was hung not far from the entrance of the tire factory. On the street light.

Before the "eagle", there was a "snake" whose eyes were gouged out.

I don’t know if I go further, maybe it’s called something else.

Legend has it that none of the leaders of the Blood Hand clan met a happy death, and almost all of them died of murder by their successors - or the cruel Darwinian law.

This diary with **** handprints seems to have been imbued with some kind of vicious curse. It is regarded as a spiritual totem by the predators. Together with the **** and violent culture, it has been passed down from generation to generation to the present.

Now that it has reached the "Bear" generation, this cycle of evil has finally been shattered by the hammer of justice.

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

"Xiaoqi, I'm going to sleep. Turn off the lights for me, and remember to ask Xia Yan to wake up."

"As for me, at 1 p.m....forget it, wait until I wake up naturally."

"The loot will be divided after I wake up. If a player asks you for advice, just answer...the equipment has not been appraised yet."

As we all know, unidentified equipment cannot be equipped. This is common sense in MMORPG and is very reasonable.

And Xiaoqi'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.