The dockyard in the East End is arguably the most barren and chaotic area in the entire Steel City - those container-converted temporary shelters have no permanent occupants, and all players who have just joined the Mutual Aid Society will be arranged to live here until they are assigned.

Usually these players spend three or four hours a day in the game world being brainwashed in the plaza by the Mutual Aid clergy - well, in their parlance, preaching, or spreading the glory of the Lord God who doesn't even have a name.

And the rest of the time, they basically spend the rest of their lives here.

Although the doctrine of the Mutual Aid Society requires friendly and mutual assistance among its members, the population base is large, and it is inevitable that it will be mixed, and I don't know why, it seems that it is intentional, and the Mutual Aid Society does not send any armed personnel to strictly control the storage yard, that is to say, as long as there is no human life or too much chaos, what happens in the storage yard, the mutual aid association is completely blind.

Qi Lin was puzzled at first, this would not be contrary to their teachings, but after a little understanding, he understood the meaning of the mutual aid association.

The Mutual Aid Society declares to these players that everyone who wants to join the Mutual Aid Society must go through the torture of suffering before they can appreciate the greatness and brilliance of the Lord God, and those who do evil in the yard will not escape the Lord God's gaze.

This passage didn't seem to be a problem on the surface, but Qi Lin immediately saw the actual role of this yard-

It's a sieve-like filter that separates these new players from each other.

The Mutual Aid Society does not have people to manage it on the surface, but secretly it has been keeping an eye on the situation of the players inside, those who are more powerful are often absorbed into the Templar Order or the Inquisition in advance, and those who are weaker and bullied by the strong will be assigned to the hardest and most tiring work in the entire Steel City - although these jobs are bad, but at least they have left the original environment and do not need to be bullied, and in turn, these weak people are full of gratitude for the Mutual Aid Society's practices.

The largest number of ordinary people were assigned to the four divisions of the military port district by lottery after the observation period (which the Mutual Aid Association called the enlightenment period).

Players who are too prickly and have joined a Mutual Aid and are extremely skeptical of the teachings or the Society itself will often disappear after a certain night.

These disappeared players have not been seen in the Steel City since.

Although Qi Lin lost the big cotton jacket, the metal brooch with the Libra emblem of the Mutual Aid Society on it was left by him.

The brooch was crudely made, presumably hand-pressed from old-fashioned molds, and nothing compared to the insignia worn by the elite knights and white-robed priests.

But at least this thing can give Qi Lin an identity that can enter the yard - players who are not members of the mutual aid association in the steel city not only have to pay entrance and exit fees wherever they go, but there are also many restrictions on various rules and regulations, such as the settlement converted from this yard, or places such as the bottom of the aircraft carrier, are forbidden to outsiders.

Pinning the brooch under the neckline, Qi Lin looked at the two conspicuous firearms, disassembled them and stuffed them into the backpack, and then used the dagger to cut a few holes on the top of his pants, and wiped some mud on it, but the hair didn't need to be treated, and it was blown into a messy chicken nest by the sea breeze just in line with Qi Lin's requirements.

After dressing himself up as a down-and-out player who had just joined the mutual aid club, Qi Lin slowly paced into the yard with a straw stick in his mouth.

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

Qi Lin walked all the way down 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, it was painted with white paint "Holy Light Bar - Yard Branch Store".

“…… There are even branches. Qi Lin looked at the crooked fonts, then lifted the curtain and walked in.

It was the largest shipping container, and the space inside wasn't too cramped, with a tattered bar on one side, and an old bearded man lying behind the bar with a glass of black, slimy, not at all like liquor.

The few tables were full, and many more were simply sitting on the floor, with less than a third of the people holding bottles or cups, and almost half of those containers were empty.

It's a bar, but the smell of alcohol in the air is almost negligible, but the smell of inferior Jet is extraordinarily strong.

Qi Lin saw that not far from the bar, a lame player was half-leaning on the inner wall of the container, holding an empty mist suction in his hand, stuffing the mouth of the mist suction into his nose, inhaling hard, with an intoxicated expression on his face, while several people around him were looking at him with a hint of envy.

Qi Lin didn't pay too much attention to those addicts, walked to the bar in a few steps, knocked on the countertop, and asked, "Is there anything else to drink?" ”

The old man raised his head with great difficulty and glanced at Qi Lin, and then said a little drunkly: "You are late, you have already sold out, and my things here are available in limited quantities every day...... After speaking, he burped again not very loudly.

"Can't buy it even if you have money?" Qi Lin was stunned, no wonder so many people couldn't drink alcohol, it turned out that it wasn't that they couldn't afford it, but that it was sold out?

"Rich? Can a poor man like you be rich? Order extra things, but it's 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 defend anything, and continued to ask, "Is there anything to eat?" ”

"Brown bread and bittersweet potatoes, just these two, I don't like to buy them."

"Here's a brown loaf." Qi Lin thought about it and chose black bread, another food in the old man's mouth, "bitter sweet potato", is actually a kind of sweet potato after being mutated by radiation, it is easy to grow, and the yield is large, but the taste and taste are extremely poor, and it contains trace amounts of toxins, and long-term consumption will permanently cause damage to the human nervous system.

In the game, eating too much will permanently reduce the stat value.

"Fifteen." As he spoke, the old man pulled out a piece of dough from under the bar and threw it on top of the bar.

The thing that the old man called "black bread" smashed on the bar with a dull "thud", which immediately attracted the attention of several players around him, and those eyes all contained greed and hunger.

During the inspection period, the little food distributed by the Mutual Aid Society during the daily preaching was at most enough to keep the players' satiety just above and below the hunger level, and it was absolutely impossible to eat enough.

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

"What? Too expensive? Bitter sweet potatoes are two points and one is full. The old man glanced at Qi Lin and said impatiently.