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Rubbing his eyes that were too sleepy to open, Chu Guang put down the diary and the notes of key information in his hand, and threw away the pen he was pinching.

Although he didn't find the answer he wanted, the story inside still provided him with many interesting clues.

At first he thought the diary was about a group of survivors who lost their humanity and turned into predators.

As a result, after summing it up, it is 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 reporter, let's call him Xiao Li.

The other is a woman named Sun Lai, let's call her Xiaosun.

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

Since the diary did not mention the guard's name, let's call it the bitter master.

Because after reading the whole diary, Chu Guang felt that the old man who lived in the yellow-haired diary was really miserable.

The beginning of the diary is very plain. Xiao Li, who survived the catastrophe, briefly narrates what he saw and heard when the nuclear war broke out in the style of memories.

At that time, a regional basketball game was going on in the gymnasium in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City. The second half of the game was in progress, and it was the intense and fierce decisive link.

And at this moment, the radio suddenly sounded the alarm of a nuclear strike.

【...Almost everyone didn't react, and even my assistant thought that the sound effect was a special effect of the active atmosphere arranged by the organizer. However, I still panicked, ran almost instinctively, rushed into the basement instinctively, and found the hibernation cabin placed there. When I stepped in with two feet, I hesitated for a moment. 】

[What if all this is just a bad joke? It will only take a month before my audience will forget about me and I will be left with nothing...but I finally close the door and flip the safety on the start button. 】

[The surroundings began to get colder, and my consciousness faded away a little bit. And when I opened my eyes again and pushed open the hatch, the mechanical watch on the door told me that a nuclear war had indeed happened, and I had been asleep for more than three years, and now everything outside has changed. I bet right, but I don't feel lucky at all...I'd rather be wrong, it's all just a bad joke, at least I can get a good amount of compensation from the organizers. Or let everything end three years ago. It is not a bad thing to die in Utopia, but it is a kind of torture to live. 】

In the next paragraph, Xiao Li described what he saw on the street from his perspective.

The shattered streets, the battered concrete buildings, and the dead bodies that were left in the streets to be eaten by crows—everything was like hell.

Desperate to suffocate!

Even though it is August, the sky has already started to snow. The gray sky can't see the sun, and can't feel any warmth.

wandering the streets aimlessly.

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

In that era when humanity was far from extinct, the survivors of the tire factory rescued him, and he also met a woman named Sun Lai there.

The woman was a nurse with a child under the age of 7. She was separated from her husband when the nuclear bomb broke out, and she has been looking for her husband all these years.

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

When writing this, there is a yellowed photo posted in the diary, which is a photo of the two of them together. Although the woman's face is covered with traces of wind and frost, she can be seen to be pretty.

Chu Guang didn't care about their emotional development, nor did he care about the complicated ethical entanglements involved, so he quickly skipped at least 30 pages of psychological activities and detailed descriptions—until he finally saw the clues that really interested him.

Xiao Li and Xiao Sun assembled a primitive but reliable radio with the found parts, and successfully listened to a broadcast from the shelter.

And the person on the radio was Sun Lai's husband—that is, the sufferer who worked as a guard in the shelter.

In the past three years, the broadcast has not been interrupted for a single day. It starts on time at noon every day and continues to play until three o'clock in the afternoon.

The content of the broadcast is also looking for his lost wife and children for three years.

When she realized that her husband had never given up looking for her, Xiao Sun, who was already a little shaken, cried out in Xiao Li's arms.

Chu Guang could feel that the owner of this diary didn't seem very happy. He didn't even mention her husband's name in the diary, but just used that man as his name, which summed up the whole thing in one stroke.

But what happened next started to get interesting.

As the guard of the Vault, the Sufferer was locked in the Vault before the nuclear war broke out.

Knowing that his wife and child were still alive, he immediately found a way to contact his friend who used to work in the police station, and guided his friend to bring supplies to rescue those poor people living in the tire factory.

These supplies came in handy.

Not only that, relying on the almost unlimited knowledge reserves in the shelter, the Sufferer looked up available materials from the electronic library, and actively helped the survivors of the tire factory to collect useful objects, build their own shelters, and fight against the severe cold weather with hunger.

It's like a remote control.

Xiao Li and Xiao Sun were very cooperative, 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 say whether they can still live bravely, united, and help each other as they are now, and they may even have bad thoughts and force help. Their men reveal the location of the shelter and do even more outrageous things.

The credit and prestige were temporarily assigned to Xiao Li, but the existence of the refuge was concealed. He seemed like an omnipotent genius and won the support of everyone.

That's not a bad thing.

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

In particular, the collected materials will always be exhausted one day, and there is no hope of ending this endless winter.

The owner of the diary had a very clear mind from the very beginning. He knew that only by entering the shelter can he obtain eternal peace.

So he began to try to persuade Xiaosun, instilling some ideas in her, telling her that only the refuge is the only way out.

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

No matter what kind of thoughts he came from, Xiao Sun was obviously persuaded. Compared with a refuge with a good environment, no one would like to stay in hell and suffer.

Besides, her husband was in the shelter, so it was not impossible to get in.

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

Although the sufferer is also very anxious to see his wife and children, only the manager has the authority to the door of the refuge.

As a guard, let alone open the door, he is not even qualified to meet the manager.

not only that.

In principle, after the door of the refuge is closed, the radio will be silent immediately, and 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 can send signals to the outside world and receive information from the outside world is because the shelter he is in is a bit special.

This refuge hides a low-power signal tower on the surface, and monitoring the signals in the nearby area is what he does every day.

Yes, he took advantage of his position.

For whatever reason, it's not a glorious thing to do.

He hasn't figured out how to confess, let alone how to beg the manager to forgive him and let him go.

The worst result is that when he truthfully confessed all this, the person under management was sentenced to life imprisonment on the charge of traitor, locked in the dormant cabin forever and frozen, and accepted the legal trial 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 speculations based on the contents of the diary.

After all, the diary did not record the psychological activities of the sufferer, but only briefly stated clues about radio silence and unable to open the door.

Later, out of guilt for his wife and children, the Sufferer guided them by radio and found some hidden supply points that would not be marked on the regular refuge map.

The supplies there are very rich, not only food, medicine, clean drinking water, but also police weapons for riot control.

These supplies allowed the survivors of the tire factory to spend a prosperous time, and even rescued a group of survivors who wandered from the city.

And the owner of this diary has naturally become the savior in the eyes of these people, and even the hero in the eyes of other people's wives and children.

However, these prosperous days did not last long.

It can be seen from the second half of the diary that as the supplies are exhausted, the contradictions and frictions between people gradually intensify.

At the beginning, no matter men, women or children, everyone could enjoy two boxes of canned meat and unlimited self-heating rice every day, and even cold and delicious beer to drink.

Later, the survivor community began to ban alcohol, and the meat could only be reserved for young and middle-aged men who went out to explore, hunt, and scavenge, as well as pregnant women. The porridge became thinner and thinner, and some bark had to be mixed into it. .

Finally, all the stockpiled supplies were exhausted, and it was getting colder and colder.

Everything is going bad, with no sign of getting better, and even the most optimistic people can't see a little hope.

Some people say that winter will last a long time.

Others said it was just a rumor, and there was no such thing as a nuclear winter.

Then there was a voice to refute, maybe not just nuclear weapons? After all, it was said in the news that they have already mastered the existence of a more deterrent than nuclear weapons.

But if it really exists, is everything in front of you fake?

They have never even seen the most primitive nuclear bombs, and the source of knowledge is what others have chewed, and they can't even distinguish which ones are real and which ones are just speculations and conjectures.

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

perhaps……

They shouldn't have taken in stray survivors in the first place.

But who is not a vagabond?

In other words, should we count from the first accepted person?

When the contradictions accumulated to the point of being irreconcilable, they eventually turned into a fierce conflict. And the cause may be just a piece of moldy bread, or even a bone, it doesn't matter.

The armed struggle finally subsided in the sound of Xiao Li's gunshots, but from that moment on, his dream about the savior was completely shattered.

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

But Xiao Li himself was immersed in regret and pain, and the content of the diary gradually went to another extreme. The lines between the lines no longer had the original sharp edges and corners, and were replaced by sloppy and perfunctory.

Sometimes I only write a post every few days, and sometimes I even forget to update it for a month.

And the date on the last page is fixed in the fourth year of the Wasteland Era.

【…I am still looking for that sanctuary, that is the only hope, although I know the hope is slim, but this world is hopeless. 】

This was the last line he wrote.

Until the end of his life, he was looking for the utopia that he never found.

This diary can be put into a museum exhibition... If one day the museum and history reappear on this planet, someone must know what happened here.

Forget it, let's spend some time another day and update it under the entry of 'Blood Hand Clan' in the official website setting collection.

A server in a different world is always more reliable than a museum in the wasteland.

Although the diary explained the origin of the Bloody Hand clan, it did not mention the ending of Xiao Li himself.

But it doesn't matter.

The bloody handprint printed on the cover, in a sense, already explained everything, and it was left by him without accident.

Chu Guang once heard Hai En say that two years ago, the leader of the Bloody Hand clan was not called Bear, but a man named Eagle. His body was hung on a street lamp not far from the tire factory.

Before the Eagle, it was the Snake who was blinded.

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

Legend has it that none of the successive leaders of the Bloody Hand clan died a good death, and almost all died of the murder of their successors—or the cruel Darwin law.

This diary with bloody handprints seems to have been cast with some kind of vicious curse, and was regarded as a spiritual totem by those looters, and together with the bloody and violent culture, it has been passed down from generation to generation to the present.

Now it has been passed down to the bear generation, and this evil cycle has finally been crushed by the hammer of justice.

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

Xiao Qi, I'm going to sleep, turn off the lights for me, and don't forget to wake Xia Yan up.

As for me, it's 1 p.m.... Forget it, I'll wake up naturally when I fall asleep.

The loot will be divided after I wake up. If a player asks you, you can answer...the equipment has not been identified yet.

As we all know, unidentified equipment cannot be equipped. This is the common sense of MMORPG, and it is very reasonable.

And Xiao Qi's voice is always so caring.

Okay, master.

Go to sleep.

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

That would be a sweet dream.