"I'm done."

Rubbing his eyes, which were already sleepy, Chu Guang put down the diary and notes extracting key information in his hand, and threw away the pen in his hand.

Although he didn't find the answer he was looking for, the story still provided him with a lot of interesting clues.

At first, he thought it was about a group of survivors who lost their humanity and eventually transformed into marauders.

As a result, it was actually a simple modern version of the farmer and the snake.

There are three main characters that appear in the diary.

The name of the owner of the diary is Li Xiu, an ordinary sports news reporter, let's call him Xiao Li.

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

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

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

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

At the beginning of the diary, Xiao Li, who survived the catastrophe, briefly recounted what he saw and heard when the nuclear war broke out.

At that time, a regional basketball game was being played in the gymnasium in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, and the second half of the game was in the middle of the game, which was a tense 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 was a special effect for the organizers to liven up the atmosphere. However, I panicked, almost instinctively ran, and instinctively rushed into the basement to find the sleeping pod that was placed there. When I stepped into it with two feet, I hesitated for a moment. 】

What if all this is just a clumsy joke? It only takes a month for my audience to forget about me and I will have nothing left...... But I ended up closing the door and turning on the safety of the start button. 】

[The surroundings began to get cold, and my consciousness faded away little by little. And when I opened my eyes again and pushed open the hatch, the mechanical watch on the door told me with facts that nuclear war had indeed happened, and I had been asleep for more than three years, and now there was nothing outside. I was right, but I don't think I'm lucky at all...... I'd rather be wrong, it's just a bad joke, and at least I'll get a good amount of compensation from the organizers. Or let it all end three years ago, dying in a utopia is not a bad thing, living is a torture. 】

In the latter paragraph, Xiao Li described the scene he saw on the street from his perspective.

Shattered streets, battered concrete buildings, and dead bodies abandoned in the streets for crows to peck at – everything is like hell.

It's so desperate that it's suffocating!

It's August, but it's already snowing. I couldn't see the sun on a gray day, and I couldn't feel a little warmth.

Wandering aimlessly.

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

At a time when humanity was far from dying, the survivors of the tire factory rescued him, and there he met a woman named Sun Lai.

The woman, a nurse with a child under the age of 7, was separated from her husband when the bomb exploded and had been looking for her husband for all these years.

Li Xiu was very sympathetic to her plight and expressed his willingness to help her.

At the time of writing, there was a yellowed photo in the diary, which was a photo of the two of them, and although the woman's face was full of traces of wind and frost, she could see that she was in a good posture.

Chu Guang didn't care about the development of their relationship, 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 from the parts they searched, and successfully listened to a radio from the shelter.

And the person on the radio is Sun Lai's husband, the bitter master who works as a guard in the shelter.

For three years, the radio was broadcast without interruption for a single day, sounding punctually at noon every day until it ended at 3 p.m.

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

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

Chu Guang could feel that the owner of this diary didn't seem to be very happy, and he didn't even mention her husband's name in the diary, just used that man as his name, and brushed the whole thing in one stroke.

But then things started to get interesting.

As a guard of the Vault, the Sufferer was locked up in the Vault before the outbreak of nuclear war.

Knowing that his wife and children were still alive, he immediately managed to contact his friend who used to work in the police station, and guided his friend to bring supplies to the poor people living in the tire factory.

These supplies came in handy.

Not only that, but with the almost infinite knowledge in the shelter, the Sufferer actively helped the survivors of the tire factory to collect useful items and build their own shelter to fight against cold weather and hunger.

It's like a remote control.

Li and Sun were cooperative, but they didn't tell the survivors about the shelter.

People are selfish.

If these survivors knew that there was a shelter near them that they could contact, it would be difficult to say whether they would be able to survive as bravely, unitedly, and mutually supportively as they are now, and they might even have bad thoughts and force the people who helped them to tell them where the shelter was, or even do something more out of the ordinary.

The credit and prestige were temporarily counted on Xiao Li's head, and the existence of the refuge was concealed, and he seemed to be an omnipotent genius who won everyone's support.

That's not a bad thing.

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

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

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

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

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

Whatever his thoughts, Sun was clearly convinced that no one wanted to stay in hell and suffer compared to a well-to-do shelter.

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

However, the two of them didn't know that once the door of the vault was closed, it was not so easy to open, and the so-called being able to enter was nothing more than wishful thinking.

Although the sufferer is also anxious to see his wife and children, only the administrator has access to the gate of the shelter.

As a guard, I don't even have the qualifications to open the door, and I don't even have the qualifications to meet the manager.

And that's not all.

As a general rule, the doors of the Vault will be silenced immediately after they are closed, and no one is allowed to send messages to the outside world in any form, and severe punishment will be imposed if found.

A large part of the reason he was able to send signals to the outside world and receive messages from the outside world was because the vault he was in was a bit special.

The shelter hides a low-powered signal tower, and listening to the signals in the immediate vicinity is what he does every day.

Yes, he took advantage of his position.

Whatever the reason, it's not a glorious thing.

He hadn't figured out how he would confess, let alone how to beg the manager to open up and let him go.

Worst of all, when he confessed all this, he was sentenced to life imprisonment by the administrators for the crime of traitor, locked up in a sleep pod for eternity, and put on trial by the law when order was restored.

And at that time, he will lose contact with his wife and children forever.

The above are all Chu Guang's speculations based on the contents of the diary.

After all, the diary does not record the mental activities of the bitter master, but only states the clues about "radio silence" and "inability to open the door".

Later, out of guilt for his wife and children, the Sufferer radioed them to some hidden supply points that would not be marked on a regular refuge map.

There are abundant supplies, not only food, medicine, clean drinking water, but even police weapons for explosion-proof purposes.

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

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

However, this period of affluence did not last long.

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

In the beginning, young and old, each person of all ages was able to enjoy two boxes of canned meat, an all-you-can-eat supply of self-heating rice, and even a cold beer to drink.

Later, the survivor community began to ban alcohol, and the meat was reserved for young men who went out to explore, hunt, and scavenge, as well as pregnant women, and the porridge became thinner and thinner, and even had to be mixed with some tree bark.

Eventually, all the hoarded supplies were exhausted, and it was getting colder and colder.

Everything is going bad, there is no sign of getting better, and even the most optimistic people do not see a glimmer of hope.

Some say that winter lasts a long time.

Others say it's a rumor, and that there is no nuclear winter at all.

Immediately after that, there was a rebuttal, maybe not just nuclear weapons? After all, it has been said in the news that they have already mastered a presence that is 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 sources of knowledge are all things that others have chewed on, and they can't even distinguish which ones are real and which ones are just speculations and conjectures.

Suspicion and grumbling spread among the survivors, with some choosing to leave and those who stayed turning their backs.

Maybe......

They weren't supposed to take in the wandering survivors in the first place.

But who is not a wanderer?

Or should we start with the first few people who are accepted?

When the contradictions accumulate to the point of irreconcilability, they eventually turn into a fierce conflict. And maybe it's just a moldy loaf of bread, or even a bone, which doesn't matter.

The fight eventually subsided with Xiao Li's gunfire, but from that moment on, his dream of a savior was completely shattered.

Sun Lai's child died in that fight, and she herself went completely insane, disappearing into the snow one night and never seen again.

Xiao Li himself is immersed in regret and pain, and the content of the diary gradually goes to the other extreme, without the initial sharp edges and corners between the lines, chic and elegant, replaced by scribbling and perfunctory.

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

The date on the last page is fixed in the fourth year of the Wasteland Age.

【…… I'm still looking for that refuge, it's the only hope, and though I know it's slim, the world is hopeless. 】

It was the last line he wrote.

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

"This diary can be put on museum displays...... If two things, museums and history, reappear on this planet one day, someone has to know what happened here. ”

"Forget it, let's take a little time to change the day, and update it under the entry of the 'Bloody Hand Clan' in the official website setting set."

"A server in another world is more reliable than a museum in the wasteland."

Although the diary explains the origin of the Bloody Hand Clan, it does not mention the end of Xiao Li himself.

But it doesn't matter.

The bloody handprint printed on the cover, in a sense, already says it all, and it is not surprising that he left it.

Chu Guang had heard Hai En say that two years ago, the leader of the Bloody Hand Clan was not called "Xiong", but a man named "Ying", and his body hung on a street lamp not far from the entrance of the tire factory.

And before the "eagle", it was a "snake" that was blinded.

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

Legend has it that none of the successive leaders of the Bloody Hand Clan died well, and almost all of them died from the murder of their successors – or the cruel Darwinian Law.

This diary with bloody handprints seems to have been placed under some kind of vicious curse, and has been passed down from generation to generation along with the bloody and violent culture.

Now it has been passed on to the generation of "bears", and this cycle of evil has finally been shattered by the hammer of justice.

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

"Xiaoqi, I'm going to sleep, help me turn off the lights, remember not to forget to call Xia Yan to get up."

"As for my words, 1 p.m....... Forget it, wait until I wake up naturally. ”

"I'll divide the loot when I wake up, and if any player asks you, you answer...... The equipment has not yet been identified. ”

As we all know, unidentified equipment cannot be equipped, which is common sense in MMORPG and very reasonable.

And Xiaoqi's voice is always so intimate.

"Yes, master."

"Sleep fast."

The light in the room softened and finally went dark.

It would be a good dream.