This game is too real

The construction site on the site of the old sanatorium.

The dust rolled, the hammering sound continued, the sound of unloading was clanging, and it was a scene of bustling activity.

These players seemed to have endless energy and enthusiasm. They pushed the carts picked up from the abandoned construction site, carrying stones one by one, transporting them to the cement kiln to break them with hammers, and then pouring them into the kiln to calcine into cement coarse materials.

The players squatting next to them pushed the bellows hard, trying to make the fire in the kiln burn more vigorously. Not far away was the charcoal kiln that was running non-stop, and further away there were earthen kilns for smoking meat and smoked fish racks. The rising smoke and noise even drove away the birds in the trees.

The players worked together to pour the fired cement into sand and water, mixed it into a sticky cement slurry, and soon built the foundation of the first section of the wall.

The curling green smoke was connected.

This place was like a newborn tribe, young and full of vitality.

After handing over the construction site to [Spare the Life] who was born in civil engineering, Lao Bai and Fang Chang have begun to study "homemade steelmaking".

Kuangfeng has also improved the fishing traps, using mutant leech larvae as bait, and it is no problem to catch more than a dozen fish a day. The uneaten ones are given to Brother Chaodan to make dried fish.

The aquatic products in this lake are richer than he imagined.

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

But these are minor problems.

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

The same is true for new players.

There is no need to look for it deliberately. Everything here is so new to them, and 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.

However, it is different here.

This difference is not only due to the temporary freshness, but also from the satisfaction of self-worth realization.

A civil engineer who has worked on a construction site for five or six years and has not been promoted to a management position will be immediately praised by other players as a big boss and entrusted with important tasks as long as he shouts "I am an engineer" here.

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

Most players are ordinary people. The work they do in reality may not be so eye-catching, but here as long as they have a skill, they don't even need to be too outstanding, they can get collective recognition.

And the surface outpost of the shelter is getting better at a visible speed because of the efforts of each of them.

In Maslow's hierarchy of needs, this is the highest level of demand. It is separated from any low-level interests, and the spiritual pleasure it brings is unmatched by any interest.

The most important thing is that you don't have to pay a big price to get it. Even if your muscles are sore from fatigue, it is the characters in the game who are tired, and it will not affect your life the next day.

On the contrary, you will be more energetic the next day because you fall asleep early.

All of the above were guessed by Chu Guang, who returned to the outpost with the spoils, when he saw the players busy.

Of course, he couldn't know what the players were thinking.

For managers, such things are not important at all, and they don't care.

As long as the number of reservations is always greater than the number of players in the list, there is no need to worry about no fresh leeks coming in to sweat.

Quit the game?

AFK?

Again, please give the helmet and account to those who need it, and try a more primitive way of playing.

Let's get back to the point.

The harvest of this outing is quite gratifying.

Two 5mm iron barrel rifles, 62 rounds of 5mm ammunition, and three backpacks that were not turned over in time.

These were all found from the two predators and the unlucky guy who was chased and killed by them.

Chu Guang is a person who doesn't like to waste, including the mutant hyena that was shot in the neck, all of them were collected together.

Taming does not affect its taste. To Chu Guang, they are all aliens.

Throwing the mutant hyena to the chef, Chu Guang began to look through the backpacks he had picked up with Ye Shi and Garbage.

"Matches, compass, map and... a few pieces of jerky? And some plastic sheets? What's written on this thing?"

Hearing Ye Shi's muttering, Garbage, whose claws were not very sharp, also came over and picked up one with interest and looked closely.

"It looks a bit like casino chips."

"Give me the plastic sheet, I have a use for it."

Chu Guang confiscated the twenty or so white "plastic sheets" without a look on his face. Anyway, these things were useless to players.

Then, he looked at the jerky in Ye Shi's hand.

"... Forget about these jerky. I don't mind you eating them."

Ye Shi, who was about to take a bite, was stunned.

"Why?"

Chu Guang thought about it and used a euphemism.

"Predators usually don't have much taboos, you can't be sure what kind of meat this is."

Before Garbage-kun could react, Ye Shi next to him had already thrown away the jerky and started to yue.

Even in the game, he couldn't accept certain settings.

Looking at Ye Shi's reaction, Chu Guang suddenly became curious about what these players were thinking, so he looked at Garbage-kun and asked.

"What does it feel like to kill someone?"

Garbage-kun was stunned and touched his head.

"I didn't pay attention..."

What can a game feel like? He has played bloodier ones before.

On the contrary, the blood effects of this game were not very exaggerated, so he didn't pay much attention to it at the time.

However...

When he rushed over and stabbed the last predator's chest with a javelin, and blood splashed on him, he suddenly had a desire to eat at that moment.

Just like biological instinct.

Chu Guang looked at this "lizard man" with some surprise. He didn't expect that the psychological quality of this player was unexpectedly good.

Could it be that dreams have diluted the feeling of death?

Or is it that the perspective of players looking at the world has some kind of filter that they don't understand?

Not sure.

After all, this device was not designed by Chu Guang, and he has never used the players' helmets, let alone whether the world in their eyes is exactly the same as the world in his eyes.

It seems that I have to talk to the players more as a planner in the future...

...

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

I have to say that these players are geniuses.

Chu Guang even feels that he, an NPC, is 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, it will become a field tomorrow.

Even if the server is reset and the world is destroyed tomorrow, they can rebuild this place brick by brick.

The treasures on the construction site are not only those blue-gray stones, but also those piles of cement blocks wrapped in sacks.

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

Although these cements have long been hardened and cannot be mixed with sand to pour the foundation, it is very good to use them directly as bricks for building walls.

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

Under the leadership of [Sparing Life Under the Knife], the players hammered the pine wood sawed into four or five meters long into the soil, piled cement blocks transported from the construction site in the middle, and then inserted the steel bars stolen from the construction site for fixation, and finally poured the mixed calcium carbonate cement on it.

When the cement dried, a simple but reliable concrete fortification was completed.

As for the inner side of the wall, cement blocks and concrete waste were piled into a slope.

If attacked, the players inside the wall only need to crawl on the slope, and they can use the cover to fight back against the intruders.

Considering that the scale of the outpost will be further expanded in the future, another defensive fortification can be built outside the fortress, and sentries and watchtowers can be used for vigilance.

"... The terrain of the entire wetland park is relatively flat, and the area around the sanatorium is a forest plain with no steep slopes to serve as cover. I can cut down all the trees around here, so that we can find any target approaching the outpost at the first time!"

"Sure, brother, what do you do in real life?" Looking at the new player next to him, Lao Bai was surprised.

He had some impression of the ID [Knife Leave People], but only a little bit, he only remembered that he joined the group a long time ago.

Unexpectedly, there are so many big guys squatting in the small game group.

Knife Leave People smiled shyly and said embarrassedly.

"...I'm just a civil engineer, a marginal person in the unit, drinking tea and reading newspapers all day, and few people even look at me straight in the eye."

"No, no, you are good! To be honest, I never thought that I could finish a whole wall today."

"Thank you, really!"

It was already evening, and the sky was dim.

The chef, Chaodan, set up a big pot in the open space in front of the sanatorium, threw in the fish that Kuangfeng caught from the lake, and made a pot of pine nut fresh fish soup.

The players all sat on the ground, each with a bowl and a piece of bacon. A mouthful of fish soup and a mouthful of meat, just like this, it has a unique flavor.

Of course.

Not everyone can accept this flavor.

For example, Teng Teng, who was sitting on the ground, pinched her nose and looked at the bowl in her hand with a sad face.

"Uh, it's so fishy..."

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

Brother Chaodan, who was not far away, heard it and rolled his eyes.

"Do you think I want to... There is not even cooking wine here. I have tried my best."

That expression clearly showed that he could eat it if he wanted.

"Just eat it. You will be hungry if you don't eat in this game," Ye Shi also comforted him, "Why don't you pinch your nose and drink it? I can help."

Teng Teng hid to the side for a while.

"No need."

The manager was also not far away.

However, he did not eat with the players. He just stayed here for a while and then left in a hurry.

When he came back again, many players who were close to him saw that his face was ashen and he didn't seem to be in a good mood.

The players were in a commotion.

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

He walked forward quickly and pulled Kuangfeng, who was closer, to ask.

"Brother, what happened?"

Kuang Feng said solemnly.

"I heard..."

"It seems someone died."