Wasteland Survival Code

Chapter 171 The Dark Corner in the City of Steel
The dock yard in the East District can be said to be the most barren and chaotic area in the entire Steel City-the temporary residences transformed from containers have no fixed occupants, and all players who have just joined the mutual aid club will be arranged before they are assigned it's here.

Generally, these players spend ten hours in the game world every day, three to four hours will be brainwashed by the priests of the mutual aid society in the square—err no, in their terms, it should be preaching, or spreading the name of the company There is no glory of the Lord God.

And the rest of the time, they will basically spend here.

Although the teachings of the mutual aid association require members to be friendly and help each other, the population base is large, and it is inevitable that fish and dragons will mix together, and I don’t know why, it seems to be intentional. The Mutual Aid Society will turn a blind eye to what happens in the yard if there is a fatality or too much trouble.

Qi Lin was puzzled at first, whether this would be contrary to their teachings, but after a little understanding, he finally understood the meaning of what the Mutual Aid Society did.

These players in the Mutual Aid Club declare that everyone who wants to join the Mutual Aid Club must go through sufferings before they can appreciate the greatness and glory of the Lord God, and those who do evil in the yard cannot escape the attention of the Lord God .

On the surface, there seems to be no problem with this passage, but Qi Lin immediately saw the actual function of this storage yard——

This is a filter like a sieve, which screens out these new mutual aid players layer by layer.

The Mutual Aid Association did not send anyone to manage it on the surface, but they have been keeping an eye on the situation of the players inside. Those who are more powerful are often absorbed into armed organizations such as the Knights Templar or the Tribunal in advance, while those who are weaker, Players who are bullied by the strong will be assigned the hardest and most tiring jobs in the entire city of steel-although these jobs are bad, at least they leave the original environment and don't have to be bullied. Instead, I am grateful for what the Mutual Aid Association has done.

Ordinary people with the largest number are allocated to the four divisions of the military port area by lottery after the observation period (the Mutual Aid Association calls it the Enlightenment Period).

As for those players who are too thorny and have great doubts about the teachings or the mutual aid society after joining the mutual aid society, they will often disappear inexplicably after a certain night.

These disappeared players have never appeared in Steel City since then.

Although Qi Lin lost the big padded jacket, he kept the metal brooch with the scale emblem of the Mutual Aid Society on it.

The workmanship of the brooch is very rough, it should be hand-pressed with old-fashioned molds, and it is completely incomparable with the emblems on those elite knights and white-robed priests.

But at least this thing can give Qi Lin an identity that can enter the storage yard - players who are not members of the Mutual Aid Association in the city of steel not only have to pay entry and exit fees wherever they go, but there are also many restrictions on various rules and regulations, like this Outsiders are prohibited from entering the settlements rebuilt in the storage yard, or places like the bilge of an aircraft carrier.

Pinning the brooch under the neckline, Qi Lin looked at the two somewhat conspicuous firearms, disassembled them and stuffed them into the backpack, and then used a dagger to cut a few holes in the top of his trousers , and wiped some mud on it, the hair does not need to be dealt with, and it was blown into a messy chicken coop by the sea breeze, which just met Qi Lin's requirements.

After dressing himself up as a down-and-out player who had just joined the Mutual Aid Club, Qi Lin walked slowly into the yard with a straw stick in his mouth.

There is no lottery for the allocation of residences in the storage yard. As long as you see which container is empty, you can get in. As for food and water, they are distributed uniformly during the daily mission.

Qi Lin walked deeply along the gap between the containers, until he came to a container with a huge opening on the side, and then stopped. This opening was covered with a dirty thick cloth curtain, and On the side, "Holy Light Bar - Yard Branch Branch" is painted with white paint.

"...There is still a branch." Qi Lin looked at the crooked characters, then lifted the curtain and walked in.

This is the largest container, and the space inside is not very narrow. A dilapidated bar is surrounded on one side, and an old man with a beard is lying behind the bar with a glass of dark liquid that doesn't look like wine at all. .

The few tables were full of people, and more customers simply sat on the floor. Only about one-third of the people were holding bottles or cups, and almost half of these containers were full of people. is empty.

It is said to be a bar, but the smell of alcohol in the air is almost negligible. On the contrary, the smell of inferior Jeter is particularly strong.

Qi Lin saw not far from the bar, a limping player was half leaning against the inner wall of the container, holding an empty mist aspirator in his hand, and stuffed the mouth of the mist aspirator into his nose , took a deep breath, with an intoxicated expression on his face, while the surrounding people all looked at him with envious eyes.

Qi Lin didn't pay too much attention to those drug addicts, walked to the bar, knocked on the counter, and asked, "Is there anything else to drink?"

The old man raised his head and glanced at Qi Lin with difficulty, and then he said drunkenly: "You are late, and they have been sold out long ago. The things here are limited in supply every day..." After finishing speaking, he called again There was a not-so-loud belch.

"You can't buy it even if you have money?" Qi Lin was stunned. No wonder so many people can't drink alcohol. It's not because they can't afford it, but because it's sold out?
"Rich? Can a poor man like you have money? Order extra things, but they are very expensive..." The old man looked Qi Lin up and down, and sneered.

"..."

Out of the principle of keeping a low profile, Qi Lin didn't intend to justify anything, and continued to ask: "Is there any food?"

"Rye bread and bitter sweet potatoes, just these two, whether you like it or not."

"Here is a black bread." Qi Lin thought for a while, and chose black bread. The other food "bitter sweet potato" mentioned by the old man is actually a product of sweet potatoes mutated by radiation. It is easy to grow and has a large yield. , but the taste and taste are extremely bad, and it contains a small amount of toxins, long-term consumption will permanently damage the human nervous system.

In the game, the relative performance is that eating too much will permanently reduce the attribute value.

"Fifteen o'clock." As the old man said, he took out a piece of dough that was as hard as a rock from under the bar and threw it on top of the bar.

The thing called "black bread" by the old man hit the bar counter, making a dull "boom", and immediately attracted the attention of several players around, and all of those gazes contained greed and greed. hunger.

During the inspection period, the food distributed by the Mutual Aid Association during the daily missions can at most keep the players' satiety level just above and below the level of hunger. It is absolutely impossible to get full.

Qi Lin looked at Natuo's black and cold dough, which was still covered with a lot of dust and mold. To be honest, the taste of this thing is definitely not as good as the synthetic food distributed in the shelter, but the price is even lower than the synthetic food. Food is more than ten times more expensive.

"What? You think it's too expensive? Bitter sweet potatoes cost [-] a.m. You can fill your stomach." The old man glanced at Qi Lin and said impatiently.

(End of this chapter)