This Game Is Too Realistic

The uninhabited streets are littered with rubbish that has not been cleaned, scrapped vehicles lie across the weedy streets, and the mottled metal lampposts make it hard to tell whether it is rust or blood.

Broken windows can be seen everywhere here, and the paralyzed bionic mannequins are still covered with remnants of the most fashionable styles two hundred years ago, but there is no one to be seen.

It has never been bombed by heavy weapons, and the main structures of most buildings are intact.

But in the end it was abandoned.

...It should be the front. Sesame Paste held a map in his hand, compared the surrounding buildings, and took the lead in walking in front of the team.

According to the information of the scientific expedition team, the gate of shelter No. 79 is located at No. 79 Xiangling Street, East District, Ruigu City, which is a municipal library.

As for the specific entrance, there is no specific description in the information, and it is only mentioned in limited text that residents who have arrived in the evacuation area are requested to follow the arrangements of the managers and enter the shelter under the instructions of the security personnel.

Presumably this is also for safety reasons.

Walking beside the sesame paste, the broad-built fleshy man looked around with his head poking his head, and muttered something in a low voice.

What a pity……

What a pity? The tail that was riding on her shoulders tilted its head.

I always feel that the city is still good, but the people are gone.

That's right. The index finger of the tail rubbed against his chin, meditating, Why don't you go back to live after the war is over?

Sisi thought about it.

Emmm...maybe it's because people are gone?

Rourou: ...

Sesame Paste: Ah...haha.

Although he just repeated Rourou's words, Sis didn't think it was nonsense.

As she saw after entering the city, what destroyed the city was not the war itself, but the chaos caused by the war.

The lack of a series of resources, including food, water, electricity, fuel, etc., has turned this place into a steel jungle that is crueler than the virgin forest.

Especially in the third year of the war, the planet entered a half-century-long Little Ice Age.

And when most people withdrew from the city, the alien species quickly occupied the place, nesting in the buildings, walking through the ruins, and hunting in the dark.

A wastelander who walks here will never know that when he opens a door, the first thing that comes out are cockroaches longer than legs, or a group of rats gnashing their teeth and sucking blood.

or--

Something scarier.

Hush...

The cat ears on the top of the head moved slightly, and Sesame Paste made a silent gesture, signaling to his companions to be quiet.

She pressed her feet and walked to the intersection at the end of the street. She lay beside the door of an abandoned car and looked towards the left corner of the street.

For a split second, she held her breath at the sight of the gigantic object.

Death Claws!

Dark green scales covered his whole body, and his nearly six-meter-high body lay across the street, with his tail curled up in front of him.

Just looking at the size, this guy is much bigger than the Nicole at the door of No. 404 shelter, and its claws are sharper, so it should be a different breed.

The heavy snorting blew the bushes aside, and the dull grunting sound seemed to be falling asleep.

Looking at the two bloody corpses lying next to the sharp claw, Sesame's expression was slightly stiff.

She wasn't sure if an RPG shot could really kill this guy effectively.

If the sneak attack is unsuccessful, they may be wiped out in an instant.

Withdrew on tiptoe, she returned to the side of her companions, and said nervously.

It's Deathclaw...it's blocking the library door.

Sisi touched his chin and said solemnly.

No wonder there are no other alien species around.

Rourou asked nervously.

Then... what should we do?

It's okay, this is not the only way anyway. Sis took out the paper map, stared at it for a while and thought for a while, The risk of a frontal breakthrough is too high... Let's go around to the garage behind the library and climb over the wall from there alright.

Deathclaw's intuition for crisis is not generally high.

She has seen with her own eyes that Death Claw, who was still sleeping one second, jumped up and slapped the flying RPG rocket the next second.

Well, she was the one who fired the rocket.

After that, she and the tail were killed by the death claws rushing up, which happened several versions ago.

This kind of unreasonable creature cannot be measured by common sense.

If it was near Dawn City, they would call for an air strike. Unfortunately, this is Ruigu City, which is far away from the save point and resurrection point.

They have to avoid even the slightest risk.

The group changed their direction and walked along the next street to the parking lot behind the city library.

However, what Ling Sisi didn't expect was that this place was not as uninhabited as it appeared from the outside, and there was actually a survivor settlement hidden here!

There are two to three hundred households living here, which seems to be a large-scale village.

Right under Deathclaw's nose!

stop!

Standing on the fence reinforced with steel bars and wooden boards, the man in the studded coat whispered to the crowd outside the wall.

Holding a shotgun in his hand, he fixed his eyes on the thick-haired white bear and the ammunition belt and light machine gun on the white bear's back, with nervousness and anxiety in his expression.

Although there are only three women standing outside the wall.

But he would not naively think that a woman who can tame such a strong beast and walk alone in the wasteland would be a good stubble.

Don't be nervous, we are not hostile. Sis glanced at the shotgun in the man's hand, and then at the iron pipes held in the hands of the survivors behind him, not taking it seriously.

After resupply, she has been replaced with new body armor.

The iron-pipe rifle with Brownian bullets has no deterrent effect on her.

Who are you? Legion? Or enterprise? The man standing on the wall looked at her and asked nervously.

No, we are wastelanders from Qingquan City next door.

The survivors standing behind the man exchanged surprised glances.

Qingquan City?

When I was younger I went to ... there was a megalithic city where they used plastic chips as money to buy peppermint-scented soap.

real or fake?

Really! I heard that you can eat three meals a day working there!

And this good thing!?

Hearing the whispers behind him, the man stared at Sisi suspiciously, but finally put away his gun and hostility.

It seems that there are no women in the Legion... No matter who you are, you just have to be those guys.

After a pause, the man introduced himself briefly.

My name is Wu Tao, the Orion of Xiangling Town...and the mayor here.

What's going on here? Sisi asked, looking at the man.

A lot of things have happened, you really shouldn't be here at this time... Did you see that airship in the northwest?

Sisi nodded.

Don't say you saw it.

They had just had a fight with the guy who came down from there a few days ago.

Has the Legion been here?

It's more than just coming, Wu Tao pouted, Just the day before yesterday, the group of robbers, more than a hundred came, saying that the army of the enterprise burned, killed and looted nearby, and asked us to move to their camp to accept their protection. . . . the devil would believe their nonsense.

We have lived here for more than a century, let alone a business, even if mutants come, we will not go anywhere! Then those villains started to set fire...

The man said cursing.

Sisi frowned and continued to ask.

and after?

Later, that guy appeared...

As he said that, Wu Tao glanced behind him with lingering fear, but his sight was not at the library behind him, but over the eaves of the building.

Sisi knew what he was referring to, and was slightly surprised.

The death claw?

Wu Tao nodded with a complicated expression.

Yeah, don't know where it came from, but thanks to that guy, the Legion dropped a few corpses, and the rest ran away.

Sis: You are not afraid of that death claw...

I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid, but the airship is still there, and we are worried that the people from the legion will come back.

Wu Tao sighed, and said in a helpless voice, Seeing that it gnawed away those corpses, we threw some mutant hyenas and mice to it. That guy is not picky eaters, so he stayed at the door of the library... We don’t know how long it will live, but it can be stable for a few days. None of the people we sent to the legion to inquire about the news came back, so it’s hard not to make people wonder if they have encountered any trouble.”

Sisi reckoned that the Legion probably wasn't willing to use the 400mm cannon on that beast. Otherwise, even if it is the claw of death, it is impossible to withstand the blow of that anti-army weapon.

Our story is over, it's your turn.

Wu Tao stared at Sisi, and continued to ask, Since you are not a legion, you are not a company, and you are not like a businessman...so what are you coming to us for?

We're looking for Vault 79. Sis didn't hide anything, and straightforwardly explained his purpose.

She thought that the man in front of her would know something, but she didn't expect that after hearing the word sanctuary, there was only a blank expression on his face.

That expression obviously didn't look like it was put on, but a subconscious reaction.

It wasn't just him, but the young survivors behind him were also the same, with faces that had never been heard of before.

Refuge...there is no refuge near here. Wu Tao looked at Sisi with a strange expression, This is Xiangling Town, and this building is the municipal library. Who would build a refuge in the library? You guys Could it be the wrong place?

Eh?! Isn't it here? Tail took out the map in surprise and unfolded it, repeatedly confirming that there are no problems with the coordinates and street numbers.

Sisi frowned slightly.

Impossible... We came here only after we got reliable news.

Then I don't know. Anyway, I have lived here since I was a child, and it has been almost thirty years. Wu Tao shook his head and said, Unfortunately, a few days ago, our mayor packed his bags and ran with the caravan heading west. or else you ask him what he may know.

No... A troubled expression appeared on Sesame Paste's face.

Sisi asked unwillingly.

Can we go in and have a look?

Yes, but you have to keep your weapons, Wu Tao said cautiously, staring at the assault rifle in her hand, It is impossible for us to allow you to enter our house with this thing.

Sisi didn't speak, and threw a heavy bag of gold coins on the wall.

That's unrealistic, let's change it. Here is 100 dinars. We won't use your food and water. We just need a room where people can live. We will leave at dawn tomorrow morning and will never disturb you.

This purse was found by her from a legionnaire. It can be said that it is a good tradition for players to rummage through boxes and touch corpses.

Although the Legion is annoying, as one of the two major circulation currencies in the wasteland, those golden coins are not annoying.

Staring at the money bag hanging on the wall, Wu Tao swallowed, and exchanged glances with other residents behind him.

Are you going to let them in?

It's just for a day...it shouldn't be a problem.

What are you afraid of? It's just three little girls... plus a bear at most.

By the way, the bear! Don't let that guy in.

Wu Tao looked at the people outside the wall.

No problem...but your pet will scare our residents and it needs to stay outside.

She's not a pet, she's our partner, Sis corrected him, and continued, But it's okay, we didn't intend to let everyone in.

As she spoke, she looked at her partner behind her and skillfully switched languages.

Fatty, Awei, can you please wait for us outside? Sesame Paste and I will go in and have a look. It may take a little time, but we should be able to come out before eight o'clock tomorrow morning.

I always feel that those people don't seem to be lying, Sesame Paste hesitated. Could it be that our intelligence has a problem? Maybe Vault 79 is indeed not here.

Whether it's here or not, the last clue points here. According to the general practice of RPG games, the key to enter the next copy is likely to be here. Anyway, go in and have a look first.

The shelter may not have only one entrance, there are two shelters in No. 404, one is connected to the subway, and the other is connected to the nursing home in the park.

Maybe the door to Vault 79 in the library has not been used since it was closed, and maybe the residents left through other exits.

Of course, this is just her guess.

She simply felt that planning should not design a meaningless scene.

Oh! No problem! Tail nodded energetically, slapping his chest loudly, Don't worry, leave it to Tail!

Rourou said worriedly.

If you are in danger, remember to shout for help.

Sisi smiled, and lightly stroked that furry head.

Don't worry, nothing will happen.

...

The fortified walls had no doors, only a ladder that was lowered from the wall to climb in.

Entering the unfamiliar survivor settlement, Sesame Paste's expression was a little nervous, but after seeing the elderly and children in the camp, his mood relaxed a little.

There are old people and children, at least it means that this is not a raider's lair, or a slaver's farm. Maybe the people here are not as open as in Dawn City, but at least they have a basic moral bottom line.

Following in Wu Tao's footsteps, the two of them passed through the parking lot where domestic garbage and supermarket shopping carts were piled up, and entered the library through the back door.

The library is quite spacious, surrounded by concrete structures, like a castle. In the center is a 100-meter-wide patio. The dome is interlaced with steel skeletons, which should have been inlaid with large pieces of glass before.

The back-shaped layout allows sufficient light in the center of the library, where local residents grow a lot of crops.

In addition, there are clotheslines and freshly washed clothes hanging on the corridors around the patio, and rows of shacks made of iron sheds or wooden boards are distributed around.

While privacy is an issue, the people who live here don't seem to care much.

Sesame Paste looked left and right curiously, and was very interested in the way of life of the people here. The residents living here also looked at her curiously, especially the pair of cat ears on her head.

They've seen a lot of weirdos.

But this is the first time I have seen ears on top of the head.

Wu Tao, who was walking ahead with a shotgun on his back, introduced the situation here to Sisi at the side. Including how they lived for more than a hundred years, and what supplies were needed in their settlements.

This woman mentioned before that she is from Qingquan City.

He hadn't been there, but he'd heard that survivor enclaves in big cities tended to be richer, and there was a city called Boulder where you could buy everything.

If they pass there next time, they can bring more soap and fertilizer, which they can exchange with local game or some special crops.

Although now is not the time to discuss business, but he is the mayor here now, and he needs to consider more than just the current affairs.

He believed that sooner or later, the legion would leave this poor place, and people here would live as they wanted.

That's why he accepted the bag of gold coins.

We have been living here since the fiftieth year of the Wasteland Era. According to my grandfather, this library is old, and it can even be traced back to the early days of the People's Federation... Maybe there's a shelter? There's not even a basement here.

It's okay, it doesn't matter even if it doesn't exist, it's just to satisfy our curiosity. Sisi glanced around, By the way, are the books here still there?

Wu Tao said.

Most of them are gone, but some are well preserved. The previous mayors followed the ancestral precepts and kept the surviving books on the bookshelf on the second floor of the library. Although the previous mayor ran away, I will probably stick to it.

Sisi suddenly became interested.

Can you take me to see it?

Wu Tao nodded.

No problem, but only if you can't take them away, let alone break them. I'm not kidding, if you do something bad to those books, bad luck will find you soon... It has happened before things.

I can swear on my life, Sisi said with a blink of an eye, I will cherish those books as I cherish my life.

Perhaps moved by her sincerity, Wu Tao froze for a few seconds on the spot.

When he came back to his senses, he coughed lightly and said.

There's no need to be so exaggerated...

Since you've said that, come with me.

...

Wu Tao took the two of them to the second floor and left them there.

Looking at the rows of aluminum alloy bookshelves and the dazzling collection of books, Sesame Paste's face was full of hesitation.

Will the clues to Vault 79 be hidden in these books?

Sisi shook his head.

I don't know, but these books are probably the only information that has survived the catastrophe two centuries ago... maybe something can be found.

Taking down a book casually, Sisi turned it over in his hand, but his expression froze quickly.

Although she has been able to communicate in the unproficient human language and can recognize some characters in human language, it is far from being able to read normally.

The camera does have a simultaneous translation function.

But offline, the amount of text that can be translated is quite limited.

Just when she felt that she was in trouble, a strange voice suddenly came from behind the bookshelf in front of her.

I don't understand, why are you so persistently trying to find the No. 79 shelter? The residents here have already told you that the shelter is not here.

Besides, it's a refuge, not a vault, and there's no valuable treasure hidden in it, so even if you go there, you'll be disappointed.

There was a hint of hoarseness in that voice, like sandpaper rubbing against a wall, which startled the two people in the room.

Who? Sesame Paste held the gun nervously.

Sisi's reaction was more direct. He dodged around behind the bookshelf, but he didn't see the person who made the sound, only a radio with retro shape and rough workmanship.

A trace of surprise floated in her eyes, she quickly glanced left and right, looking for the cameras in the room, but saw nothing.

Don't look around, I'm not here, and it doesn't matter if I'm here or not. The man on the radio smiled mischievously and continued in a joking tone, It's better for you to focus on my problem , What if I am the security program of the gate? Your suspicious reaction just now is enough for me to lock the gate.

Si... Walking to Sisi's side, he noticed the radio on the table, and Sesame Paste glanced nervously at his partner next to him.

She had absolutely no idea what the radio was saying.

But the voice gave her a bad feeling.

give it to me……

Giving her a reassuring look, Sisi looked at the radio and continued.

We are here on the orders of Mr. Administrator.

Manager... The radio rustled and continued thoughtfully, Are you residents of the shelter?

Yes. Sisi nodded and said sincerely, We are from Shelter 404 in Qingquan City... Do you know any news about Shelter 79? This is very important to us.

Hmm, it's very important... what are you going to use it for? the radio said glibly.

Sisi said seriously.

If the people inside are still there, we will help them, and if they are no longer there, we will continue their unfinished business...restore our civilization.

There was a chuckle on the radio, like a fingernail snapped on a blackboard, making the teeth sore.

Sesame Paste took a step back nervously, and Sisi frowned slightly.

Not long, however.

The laughter turned into a sigh.

If what you're after is knowledge, the collection of books around you is enough for you to study for a lifetime. If you have such naive ideals as revival of civilization, then you really shouldn't come here.

Before Sisi could speak, it continued.

Vault 79 is not the kind of place you imagined. It was not intended to shelter anyone from the very beginning.

Sisi felt that it seemed to have something to say.

Swallowing, she asked seriously.

There...what the hell is it?

A source of confusion.

That hoarse voice seemed to be wallowing in distant memories.

But in the end, it all turned into a helpless self-mockery.

At least half of the barbarism in this land can be traced to me.