Chapter 95 Diary, clues and origin

After reading it.

After rubbing his eyes that were already sleepy, Chu Guang put down the diary and notes that excerpted key information in his hand, and threw away the pen that was pinched in his hand.

Although he did not 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 were destroyed 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 owner of the diary is Li Xiu, an ordinary sports journalist, and he will be called Xiao Li.

The other is a woman named Sun Lai, whom she calls her Xiao Sun.

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

Since the diary did not mention the name of the guard, let's call him the victim.

Because after reading the entire diary, Chu Guang felt that this brother who lived in the yellow-haired diary was so miserable.

The beginning of the diary is narrated very plainly. Xiao Li, who survived the catastrophe, used the strokes of memories to simply describe what he saw and heard when the nuclear war broke out.

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

And just then, the broadcast suddenly sounded the alarm for nuclear strikes.

...Almost everyone didn't react, and even my assistant thought that this sound effect was a special effect of the active atmosphere arranged by the organizer.However, I was still panicked, almost instinctively ran, rushed into the basement, and found the dormant compartment there.When I stepped in with both feet, I felt a moment of hesitation.

What if it was all just a botched joke?It only took a month for my audience to forget me and I would have nothing...but I ended up closing the door and opening the security for the start button.

The surroundings began to get colder, and my consciousness was getting away little by little.And when I opened my eyes again and pushed open the hatch door, the mechanical watch on the door told me with facts that the nuclear war did happen. I had been sleeping for more than three years, and now things and people are changing.I bet right, but I don't feel lucky at all...I would rather be wrong with me, everything is just a clumsy joke, at least I can get a considerable amount of compensation from the organizer.Or let everything end just three years ago. Death in a utopia is not a bad thing, but living is a torture.

In the latter part, Xiao Li described the scenes he saw on the street from his perspective.

The fragmented streets, the holey concrete buildings, and the dead bodies abandoned on the street and allowed crows to eat are like hell.

It's so desperate that it's suffocating!

It was clearly August, but snow began to fall in the sky.The gray sky cannot see the sunshine or feel the warmth.

Wandering aimlessly on the link.

Finally, before he was about to fall, he found a group of people who also survived in the nearby waste tire factory.

In that era when human nature was far from gone, 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 7 years old, got separated from her husband when the nuclear bomb broke out and had been looking for her husband for years.

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

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

Chu Guang didn't care about their relationship development, nor did he care about the complex ethical disputes, so he quickly skipped at least 30 pages of psychological activities and detailed descriptions until he finally saw the clues that really interest him.

Xiao Li and Xiao Sun assembled an original but reliable radio with the parts they searched for, and successfully heard a radio from the shelter.

And the person on the broadcast was Sun Lai's husband, the victim who served as a guard in the shelter.

For three years, the radio has not been interrupted for a day. It rang on time at noon every day and continued to play until 3:00 pm.

The content of the broadcast is also searching for his wife and children who have been separated from him for three years.

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

Chu Guang could feel that the owner of this diary was not very happy, and he did not even mention her husband's name in the diary. He just used that man as a subtitle, and took the whole story over the whole story.

But what happened next gradually became interesting.

As a guard of the shelter, the victim was locked in the shelter before the nuclear war broke out.

When he learned 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 bring supplies to rescue those who lived in the tire factory.

These supplies came in handy.

Not only that, the victims rely on their almost unlimited knowledge reserves in the shelter to check useful information from the electronic library, actively helping the survivors of tire factories collect useful objects, build their own shelters, and fight against the severe cold weather and hunger.

It's like remote control.

Xiao Li and Xiao Sun cooperated very well, but they concealed one thing, that is, they did not tell the survivors about the shelter.

People are selfish.

If these survivors know that there is a shelter that can be contacted near them, it is difficult to tell whether they can survive as bravely, united and mutually helpful as they are now. They may even have bad ideas, force those who help them to tell the location of the shelter and even do more extraordinary things.

The credit and prestige were temporarily counted on Xiao Li, and the existence of the refuge was concealed. He was like an omnipotent genius who had gained the support of everyone.

This is not a bad thing.

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

Especially the materials collected will always be exhausted, and this endless cold winter will not see the hope of ending.

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

So he began to try to convince Xiao Sun, instill some thoughts in her, telling her that only shelter is the only way out.

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

No matter what the idea was, Xiao Sun was obviously convinced. Compared to the shelter with a wealthy environment, no one was willing to stay in hell and suffer.

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

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

Although the victim was anxious to see his wife and children, only the manager had the authority to have the shelter.

As a guard, I don’t even have the qualifications to meet the manager.

More than that.

In principle, the door of the shelter will immediately enter the radio silence after it is closed. 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 was able to send signals to the outside world and accept information from the outside world was because all the points of his refuge were special.

The shelter is hidden on the surface of the ground with low power, and monitoring signals in nearby areas is something he has to do every day.

Yes, he took advantage of his position.

No matter what the reason is, it is not a glorious thing.

He hadn't thought about how to confess, nor did he think about how to beg the manager to let him go.

The worst result is that when he truthfully confessed all this, the administrator was sentenced to life imprisonment on the charge of a traitor, was locked in a dormant compartment forever and was sentenced by law after order was restored.

And at that time, I will lose contact with my wife and children forever.

The above are all Chu Guang’s speculation based on the contents of his diary.

After all, the diary does not record the psychological activities of the victim, but only describes clues about radio silence and the inability to open the door.

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

The supplies there are very rich, not only food, medicine, clean drinking water, and even police weapons for explosion-proof purposes.

These supplies allowed the survivors of the tire factory to spend a wealthy time, and even rescued a group of survivors who had wandered from Lin City.

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.

But this wealthy period did not last long.

It can be seen from the second half of the diary that as the materials are exhausted, the contradictions and frictions between people begin to gradually become more and more intense.

At the beginning, each person, regardless of age, could enjoy two boxes of canned meat and unlimited self-heated rice every day, and even a chilled and delicious beer to drink.

Later, the survivor community began to ban alcohol, and the meat could only be left to young and middle-aged men who went out to explore, hunt, and pick up scattered food, as well as pregnant women. The porridge became increasingly thin, and even some bark had to be mixed in.

Finally, all the stockpiled supplies were exhausted, but the weather was getting colder.

Everything is getting worse, there is no sign of improvement at all, and even the most optimistic person can see no hope.

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

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

Then there was a voice refuting, maybe it was not just a nuclear weapon?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, will everything in front of you be fake?

They have never seen the most primitive nuclear bombs. The source of knowledge is something that others have chewed, and they cannot even distinguish what is true, and what is just a possibility of speculation and guessing.

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

perhaps……

From the beginning they shouldn't have taken in the wandering survivors.

But who is not a wanderer?

Or, should we count from the number of accepted persons?

When the contradictions accumulate to irreconcilable, it eventually turns into a fierce conflict.And the cause may be just a moldy bread or even a bone, which doesn't matter anymore.

The fight finally subsided by Xiao Li's gunshots, but from that moment on, his dream of the savior was completely shattered.

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

Xiao Li himself was immersed in regret and pain, and the content of the diary gradually went to another extreme. There was no initial clear edges and elegance between the lines, and it was replaced by sloppy and perfunctory.

Sometimes I only wrote a few days later, and sometimes I even forgot to update it for a month.

The date of the last page is frozen in the fourth year of the Wasteland Era.

...I am still looking for that refuge, that is the only hope, and although I know that hope is slim, the world is no longer saved.

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 into museum exhibitions... If one day, museums and history, reappear on this planet, someone must know what happened here.

Forget it, it’s better to spend some time another day and update it under the entry of the official website setting collection ‘Blood Hand Clan’.

Servers in another world are always more reliable than museums on wasteland.

Although the diary explains the origin of the Blood Hand clan, it does not mention Xiao Li's own ending.

But this doesn't matter.

The bloody handprint printed on the cover has explained everything in a sense, and it was left by him if nothing unexpected happened.

Chu Guang once heard Haine say that two years ago, the leader of the Blood Hand clan was not called Xiong, but a man named Ying, whose body was hung on a street light not far from the entrance of the tire factory.

Before the eagle, it was a snake whose eyes were blinded.

I don't know any further, maybe it's something else.

It is said that no leader of the Blood Hand clan had a good ending, and almost everyone died of the murder of his successor or the cruel Darwinian law.

This diary with a bloody handprint was as if it had been imposed with some kind of vicious curse, and was regarded as a spiritual totem by the plunderers. Together with the bloody and violent culture, it has been passed down to this day from generation to generation.

Now that it has been passed down to the bear generation, the cycle of sin has finally been shattered by the hammer of justice.

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

Xiaoqi, I plan to go to bed, please turn off the lights for me, remember not to forget to call Xia Yan to get up.

As for me, I will wake up naturally at 1 pm... Forget it, I will wake up until I sleep.

Those spoils will be divided after I wake up. If any player asks you, you will answer...the equipment has not been identified yet.

As we all know, unidentified equipment cannot be equipped. This is common sense for MM and it is very reasonable.

And Xiaoqi's voice is always so considerate.

OK, master.

Sleep quickly.

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

That would be a good dream.