This Game is Too Real - Chapter 4 Chu Guang and Lollipop

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   Two hundred years ago.

   To be precise, in 2125, a war broke out on this prosperous planet.

   Both sides in the war were determined to destroy each other completely, and used almost all available means.

  The war lasted only three years.

   But it only took three years to destroy everything on the surface.

   The long nuclear winter almost extinguished the flames of civilization. Both sides successfully sent each other into **** and successfully buried themselves.

   Since then, a wasteland era that is more depressing than the Great Depression has begun.

   Although two centuries have passed since that doomsday battle, and the nuclear winter had basically ended more than a century ago, mankind has not returned to the top of the food chain.

  The proliferation of nuclear, biological, and even genetic weapons has caused the entire planet's ecosystem to evolve in an extreme direction.

   And those mutants called "alien" are also the main threats faced by the survivors struggling in the ruins.

   For example, when Chu Guang first came to this world, the wolf dog with two heads that he encountered was one of them.

   But even if it is a different species, there are strong and weak points.

   Like the "deformed child" caused by gamma rays like the double-headed hyena, the combat effectiveness is usually not high, except for a few lucky exceptions, the combat effectiveness is not even as good as before the mutation.

   In contrast, gnaws, creepers, etc., caused by biological weapons and mutated to such an extent that their ancestors cannot be traced back to their ancestors, are the real monsters born for killing.

   Their nervous system is eroded by mutant fungi. They usually hide in ruins, sewers, or subways during the day in invisible facilities, and only go to the streets for food when night falls.

   The situation in the suburbs will be much better than in the city.

   Especially the outer suburbs.

   In the past five months, the most dangerous alien species that Chu Guang encountered was only a mutant brown bear. Although the guy is strong, but relatively slow to react.

   Before being discovered by it, Chu Guang avoided it very carefully.

   The dim light of the dawn passed through the broken concrete wall, and together with the shadow of steel scrap, fell on the street full of car wrecks and gravel.

   The time now is eight o'clock in the morning.

   There is about a twelve-hour time difference between the time here and the Dongba time zone on the other side of the world.

   Looking at the two mutant hyenas wandering on the street, Chu Guang grasped the pointed water pipe in his hand and carefully walked around behind the ruins.

  Although he has the confidence to kill them, there is no need to go wrong.

   Besides, these beasts are very clever. They even know how to use their kind as bait. No one knows how much is hidden in the shadow of the ruins nearby.

   Follow the path through the run-down block.

   When seeing the sign of Beit Street Children's Paradise, Chu Guang was finally relieved.

   In front is "Beit Street"-a relatively large survivor settlement in this area, in which more than one hundred survivors live.

   Before the outbreak of the war, it used to be a children’s playground with a large number of amusement facilities and a wide lawn.

   After the war, this place was designated as a temporary refuge point by the army, and accommodated a large number of citizens who fled from the downtown area of ​​Qingquan City.

  I don't know what happened to the refugees, but today, more than two hundred years later, this place has developed into a "small town".

   People used discarded plastic boards, rain sheds, wood and metal brackets to mix and build simple shelters on the bare mud floor.

   is very much like the "Diaomin Era".

The wall of    amusement park is a natural barrier. After rough repairs, iron wires and nailed wooden boards are used.

In the center of the    amusement park is a five-story classical castle, which is very fairy tale. It's just that the paint on the surface has long since fallen off, and the wall on the side facing the city center is more than half broken, leaving only the northern half and a crumbling lone tower.

   Even if it is a fairy tale, it is definitely a dark fairy tale.

   But even if this building is broken like this, it is still the "most luxurious" building on Beit Street.

   At the same time, it is also the mayor’s home.

   Although he has lived here for five months, Chu Guang has never seen the mayor. The adult is very mysterious and rarely shows up.

   "Oh, I came back so early."

  Looking at Chu Guang coming from the corner of the street, the old Walter, who was hanging the smoke, narrowed his eyes, and a hint of turbid white smoke came out of his nostrils.

   He is holding a double-barreled shotgun in his hand.

   Although it has been looking at it for some years, no one would doubt its power.

  Chu Guang once saw with his own eyes that the old man only fired two shots before knocking down a mutant brown bear that rushed towards the gate of Beit Street.

   Since then, he has always wanted to have one.

   "Look out all night."

"Outside?"

   The old man glanced at the pointed water pipe behind Chu Guang, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

  How dangerous the night is, no one knows better than him.

   Every time he is on night shift, his index finger is afraid to remove it from the trigger. Any bit of wind and grass will make his nerves tense.

  Although the alien species in the outer suburbs are not as dangerous as in the city, there are too many predators watching here.

   falls on their hands and will not end up much better than dying in the hands of alien species.

  Old Water didn't quite believe that, this guy actually spent the night in the wasteland peacefully with only a steel pipe.

   "There was an accident."

  Chu Guang didn't explain, but only gave Old Water a tired look for him to experience by himself, and then went straight through the gate of the settlement.

There is only one waste recycling station on Beit Street, which is easy to find, next to the main entrance of the settlement.

   An old-fashioned electronic scale that can never walk is placed under the rolling shutter, and an archway of "fair price and fairness" stands next to it.

   This shop is the property of Lord Mayor, and it is also the only place on Beit Street where scrap parts and mutant mole skins are purchased.

   In order to monopolize the garbage picking business, the dictator even enacted a law arbitrarily.

   That is, everyone is not allowed to sell their captured prey and garbage to caravans passing by here.

   And the reason is to ensure that the goods on Beit Street can be sold at a reasonable price, rather than being shamelessly squeezed by "cunning merchants" in price.

  The reason why such unreasonable rules can be passed, to a certain extent, is also related to the ignorance of the survivors here.

   And the general caravan wouldn’t risk offending the dictator by going to scavengers to buy the few poor supplies.

   They only do big business.

   And only do business with trusted people.

   "Sell? Or buy?"

The owner is a fifty-year-old man named Charlie. It is said that he used to be a resident of a certain refuge in another province. He was later arrested and used as a slave until the mayor bought him from a slave owner. The work of the scavengers was entrusted to him.

   Most of the residents here are “waste people” who were born and raised. They have not received any education. The mathematics is very bad, and it is so bad that addition and subtraction within a hundred may be wrong.

   But Charlie is different.

  He came out of the refuge.

   Although none of the refuges on this wasteland are identical, one thing is similar.

   Everyone who can live there is not the elite of the pre-war society. Their children not only inherited the smart mind from their parents, but also received a good education from the age of enlightenment.

   If it weren't for this world to be terrible, he would probably become an engineer, a doctor, or a scholar just like his parents.

   instead of accounting here.

"Sell."

   No nonsense, Chu Guang took out 6 old batteries from his backpack, and 5 tubes of adhesive and threw them on the tray of the electronic scale.

   This is what he found in the wreckage of nearby buildings before he found Vault 404.

   Old Charlie picked up the waste battery on the desk, randomly checked the model and whether it was damaged due to bloating, and threw it on the scale aside.

   This thing is definitely scrapped, but it’s okay to recycle the materials inside.

   "The quality is not bad, the garbage in this area should have been cleaned up, where did you get the good stuff?"

   Can this be called a good thing?

"lucky."

"Hehe, I just asked casually. Well, the battery is good, but the quality of the adhesive is average. After the seal has been removed, the situation inside is estimated to be a mess. I can only give you a 50% discount... All add up to a total of 3 points. ."

   Chu Guang did not bargain with him either, and took 3 white chips from him.

   This kind of plastic coin with a metallic texture is the "currency" issued by Boulder City, the largest survivor settlement in Qingquan City, and most of the survivor settlements in Qingquan City can be exchanged for food and supplies.

   The face value of the chip is printed on the front, and the back has a special anti-counterfeiting code and printing, which will show a special luster under sunlight.

  This type of chip has many advantages such as heat resistance, easy storage, and high recognition. In particular, the most critical point is that it is basically impossible to imitate with post-war technology.

   Small and medium-sized survivor settlements like Bette Street, which have a small population and no industrial capacity, mainly do business with caravans in Boulder City, and exchange agricultural products, prey, and collected garbage for necessary living supplies and even weapons.

   Naturally, this currency also circulated on Beit Street.

   Of course, it doesn't work at all times. If the caravan doesn't come any month, the prices of the entire settlement will be messed up.

   It is not that the mayor has not tried to promote Bette Street’s own currency, a book-entry ticket, but no one admits it.

   Even the survivors of Bette Street know that that kind of paper can get in the way even if you wipe your buttocks, it's no different from waste paper.

   "Would you like to buy something? A new batch of goods from Boulder has just arrived in the store."

   Chu Guang, who was about to leave, stopped and asked back.

   "Are there guns?"

   "That's not true, you can't afford it even with you."

   Old Charlie grinned, watching Chu Guang who turned to leave and continued.

   "But there are some food and fuel. If I were you, I would definitely buy more before the price goes up."

   Guns, even the cheapest kind, are difficult to buy in places like Beit Street.

  Because even if a caravan selling arms passes by here occasionally, those weapons are usually in the mayor’s own warehouse, and they will not be placed on the shelves here for anyone to choose.

   Besides, as old Charlie said, even if there is such a thing, it is impossible for them scavengers to afford it.

   Chu Guang knew exactly why he said that.

As a well-educated shelter resident, Charlie will certainly not fail to see that all the survivors living on Beit Street, whether they are scavengers or hunters, have their surplus value exploited by the mayor’s family. .

   Even if the Lord Mayor never reached out in person, he took even a bargaining chip from their pockets.

   "Food and fuel are going to increase in price?"

   Looking at Chu Guang with an accident written on his face, Charlie smiled faintly.

   "Did you not notice, the temperature has been cooling down recently, but the alien species outside have become active."

   Chu Guang frowned and thought for a moment, then suddenly thought of something and said.

   "Winter is coming?"

"I remember that you only came here five months ago. You may not have experienced it. In previous years, the temperature will start to cool down slowly. This year... Winter is expected to come earlier. Maybe it will snow in October. ."

   Speaking of this, Charlie paused for a moment and said meaningfully.

   "Winter is coming."

   "Whether it is a human or a different species, you have to prepare in advance."

   When he first came to Beit Street, Chu Guang was wearing a blue coat. Charlie subconsciously regarded him as a refuge, so he was still caring for him.

   Although this kind of care has never been reflected in the transaction price, the old man did help Chu Guang a little in terms of experience.

   Otherwise, he wouldn't adapt to life on the wasteland so quickly.

   Chu Guang nodded seriously.

   "I see, thank you."

   "You're welcome," Charlie smiled lightly, "Don't die."

   It is now the beginning of September. If it really snows in October, there will only be more than one month left for Chu Guang to prepare.

   For the survivors living in this area, snowing is definitely not something to be happy about. This means that in addition to food, there is an additional expenditure on fuel.

  The vast majority of people here live by picking up garbage and hunting. The nearby farms only need people during busy periods.

   In winter, the difficulty of picking up **** will increase exponentially. No one can predict whether the parts that can be used as waste are buried in the snow, or the fangs of mutant mice.

   And animals such as wild deer and rabbits that can provide meat, will also reduce the activity time, and even hide in their dens for the winter.

   The most terrible thing is that once winter is in, caravans will not come here. Even if the good things are picked up, they can only be piled up at home and can only be sold in the spring of the coming year.

   Or, venture to Boulder City, ten kilometers away.

   That is the largest settlement of survivors in Qingquan City. Even in winter, the market will not close.

   However, its location is on the edge of the third ring road of Qingquan City, close to the Beicheng District of Qingquan City, and there are countless dangers hidden along the way.

   Ordinary people want to walk over on two legs, and it is still in the winter when the lowest temperature can reach minus ten degrees, which is tantamount to suicide!

  ...

After    left the recycling bin, Chu Guang first went back to his residence.

   In fact, it is not so much a residence as it is a shack that can barely keep out the rain. It doesn't even have a decent window or door.

   Until yesterday, he was still thinking about saving some materials such as cement and PVC board to seal up the leaky wall before winter came.

   But now it seems that this is no longer necessary.

   A rusty aluminum box was turned out from the moldy sleeping bag. Chu Guang broke open with great effort, and slammed the plastic coins hidden in it onto the lame wooden table.

   A total of 47 white chips with a face value of 1 point.

   Counting the 3 coins on my body, it adds up to exactly 50 points!

   The money was saved by him frugally and a little bit, so that one day he could leave this ghost place and move to Boulder City with better conditions.

   But now...

   He has a new plan for this "property".

   can stand on its own, why send someone under the fence?

   "The ruins of the sanatorium above the refuge can be used, and the surrounding walls of the building are all concrete structures... If the player can call, collect some materials nearby, the repair should not be too difficult."

"Near the sanatorium is a wetland park. It is not convenient to collect metal scraps, but the surrounding vegetation is still lush, and the fuel for heating should not be too short. In addition, wood can also be used as a material for repairing buildings and making furniture... Axe! , I have to buy four axes."

   Fighting monsters and leveling?

nonexistent!

   has said that it is a 100% real hard-core game. Since it is a hard-core game, it is natural to start with the most basic work!

   "Shovels and saws, these tools can't be missing!" Before the player logged in, Chu Guang had already figured out how to arrange them.

   Of course, in addition to the tools for work, there are also the most critical rations.

  Once the culture chamber is activated, it will immediately consume the active substances pre-stored in the culture chamber to synthesize clones for players to use.

   And these clones all need to eat!

   Although the clone can lie in the culture cabin when the player is not online, and sleep at a lower metabolic level, it is impossible to lie down all the time.

   People have to eat as long as they live, this is the eternal truth!

   "At least enough food for five adults to consume in a week...If you count two meals a day, you will have 70 pieces of wheat cake per meal."

   Oatmeal is the most common food on Beit Street, and you can exchange two for one chip.

   This thing is generally the size of a slap, and the bite taste is very hard and rough, like soil mixed with sand, but it can fill the stomach and add a little salt.

   Throw it in the pot and cook it, and it can make a paste.

   70 biscuits, you get 35 chips if you buy it, even if you bargain, 30 chips are indispensable. In this way, my budget is not enough.

   Chu Guang frowned, but he stretched out soon.

   It was he who made the problem complicated just now.

   Actually, there is no need for those players to eat too well.

   If you replace the wheat biscuits with the raw material for making wheat biscuits—that is, the green wheat produced by a nearby farm, you only need 3 chips to buy a full kilo!

   5 kilograms, enough for him to eat for two weeks alone!

   As for the others, we will think of a solution at that time.

   "Just prepare these things for now..."

   swept the allocated chips into the backpack, and Chu Guang put the backpack on his back again.

   Although he hasn't slept all night, he is very excited now, as if he has found the meaning of life again, and he has no sleepiness at all.

   When he opened the door and came outside, he saw the little girl from the neighbor’s cat at the door of the shack next door, looking at him curiously.

   Chu Guang recognized her name, Yu Xiaoyu, the youngest daughter of the Yu family.

Most of the survivors on the wasteland have yellow and thin faces, and the youngest daughter of the Yu family is no exception. Her small arms and legs like reed sticks make it hard to imagine that she is the age to marry.

   Seeing that Chu Guang noticed herself, she was not ashamed and walked out of the room.

   "I heard something in your house, so I'll take a look."

   Every day at dawn, the men on Beit Street go out to pick up waste or hunt, while the old and the weak, women and children generally stay at home to look after the house, or do some lucrative work.

  Although everyone is poor and white, they can’t save money after the last meal, and there is nothing to steal at home, but no one wants someone to come to their own house to take advantage of it when they go out by themselves.

   This man named Chu Guang came from outside. He usually leaves early and returns late, and rarely communicates with neighbors in his neighborhood.

   She doesn't know much about him, she just thinks that he doesn't look like he can endure hardship.

   Everyone was very wary of him at the beginning, and her mother also asked her to stare more at this stranger from outside.

   However, Xiaoyu didn't think he looked like a bad person, because once he made soup at the door and gave her a bowl.

"thanks."

   "You're welcome, I can help you take care of the house when you are out." She blinked and added happily, "I'm idle anyway."

poor child.

  If she were in that world, she should still be studying at her current age.

   Not wanting to make people feel offended, Chu Guang hid the pity in his eyes, took out a lollipop from his pocket blankly and stuffed it into the little girl's hand.

   "Take it and eat."

   "Don't tell anyone I gave it."

   "Otherwise it will be gone in the future."

   I have never seen this kind of food.

   Yu Xiaoyu first took a bite of the wrapping paper and found that he couldn't open it. Only then did he realize that the outer packaging was about to be torn apart.

   her **** eyes stared at the red fruit ball stuck in the plastic stick, she carefully stretched out her tongue and licked it lightly.

  This, what does it taste like? !

   So sweet!

   There are little stars in her eyes, she raised her head happily, wanting to say thank you.

   However, the person who gave her candy has already gone far.

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