A log cabin towers over the ruins of Harold's former shack, all of which was sourced from the neighborhood, cut down by the tank, guided by the strings, and then assembled and fixed by Andy.

On the way, it is not without encountering guys who suddenly move with teeth and claws, and they are all cruelly turned into building materials by Andy and Tank Brain.

Four people squatted next to a rudimentary campfire, and the chairs were made of several tree stumps.

"Thanks, thanks for your help." Gone is his scumbag house, and now the newly built house is spacious, bright and in perfect harmony with the surrounding forest.

Dinner is a wild boar, extinct in the wasteland, and what remains in the nursery is probably the last wild boar in the world, which was picked by Andy as the ingredient of the day when he was logging in the tank.

As a result, he was hit by a ecstasy brain wave from the tank brain, not only did he roll his eyes and fall unconscious on the spot, but it didn't take long for the mushy brain flowers to begin to flow out of the seven orifices of this wild boar.

Andy Chord felt disgusted when he looked at the corpse, although the tank explained that this was only a certain probability.

The pork is scorched on the bonfire, and the flavor is fragrant..... The animals here are all creatures who live in a pre-war environment, and although the garden area has been destroyed by the earthquake, this wild boar must have entered here from the outside to feed, just like the other unlucky ghosts who were found by Andy and others on the road to become a carnivore.

Andy, who has strong survival skills, is in charge of the entire slaughtering process and roasting. Theoretically, such a barbecue meal should be more appetizing for a few people, but Andy Chord frowned when he ate this meat, although this meat did not have any radiation contamination or other genetic mutations, but it felt like it was not as delicious as the wasteland creatures outside, like a dish without salt, and it felt as if there was something missing to tempt people.

The tank brain couldn't eat, so he had to drink his nuclear cola while watching the few people who were eating meat muttering.

Harold looked like he hadn't eaten properly in a long time, gobbling up his appetite. Andy Chord watched in amazement at Harold's appetite, his bare teeth and large brown gums covered in oil and shredded flesh.

"Hmm... It's delicious, I've almost forgotten what meat tastes like, I've been eating some fruit for the two years I've been here, and now I think about it, I've never eaten enough at all. He looked so happy that even the little tree on his head swayed slightly from the heaving of his movements.

"Don't you think this meat tastes a little off?" Andy was reluctant to continue eating after a half-full meal, and the smell of the delicious barbecue from the wasteland that he had eaten before after each bite replayed in his head, causing him to taste like chewing wax.

Harold threw the bones into the fire and smashed the oil on his mouth.

"Oh... You know, my poor old mutant doesn't have a very good tongue anymore, and I can tell the taste of the food, but even then I at least think the roast is better than the fruits and leaves, don't I? As for your question, I have some opinions. His one-eyed eye was round, a little cloudy and yellow, but it was bright.

"A long time ago I met a scientist and we agreed to go to a place to explore together, and he and I played a caravan poker and we made small talk together for a while... Let's talk about one thing, I still had a caravan under my name at the time, and we had a lot of trouble getting a batch of fruit from an automated, closed farm that claimed to be free of any radiation contamination. I tasted it, and it was delicious, so we went around New California to spread the word that it was so precious and healthy that it would sell in short supply. ”

"But the result is not what I thought, those fruits can't be sold at all, everyone who has tasted it says that the taste of this fruit is far less than those common fruits in the wasteland, such as mutant fruits and the like.... These fruits don't have that evocative taste, and the contrast between the two is almost unpalatable. ”

"Do you know why?" Listening thoughtfully to Harold's words, she vaguely remembered that when she was a university student at NcR, she had heard that a professor in China was working on a related topic, and his paper made the point that the effect of radiation on humans in the wasteland was far less than it seemed.

Harold sold for a moment, slowly recounting a fragment of his broken memory.

"The scientist told me that the humans in the wasteland, and I'm talking about the people who thrive in the wasteland after surviving the Great War, the so-called wasteland people. Their genes have been modified by radiation, although most people have not changed much from the naked eye, at most the skin is rougher, and the eyes are more bloodshot, but in fact, the deep changes are very huge. ”

He said: Humanity has been severely polluted, and radiation has enslaved humanity! Radiation is not an unconscious natural phenomenon, it is a conscious and purposeful force projected by a certain high-dimensional being active in the wasteland..... It will try to seduce humans to ingest more of it, such as changing the human taste signal, and then it will have the opportunity to turn humans into non-humans... Turning humanity into a people who are subject to it. Harold was like a cult leader, and the more he talked about it, the more outrageous it became, and finally when he said that the scientist was motivated to find a way to free humanity from the sad fate of this shackle, he suddenly froze, as if he thought of something unpleasant that had happened afterward, and suddenly fell silent.

String and Andy looked at him inexplicably, wondering what was going on in his head. Harold sat down in silence for a moment, waving his hand as if he didn't care.

"Ah~ People can't remember a lot of things when they're old, it was the old past many years ago, I was still a young slippery boy at that time, just like you." He pointed at Andy, with mixed emotions in his eyes.

"It's a pity that the accident turned me into the ugly and weak I am now, and in the years before I became like this, my health was much worse than it is now, not only did I always feel weak but also very painful, as if I had a serious illness that would never get better..... I couldn't avoid coughing intermittently when I spoke, and I couldn't do anything but crouch on the side of the street and beg every day. ”

"I just leaned against the wall day after day, and when I met a guy who seemed to be new, I went to talk to him, and exchanged what I knew for a few bottle caps from them... Oh, if my tear ducts, which had been blocked by mucus for a long time, could be reopened, maybe you could see a tear on old Harold's face. Harold was depressed for a moment, but after a while he regained his optimistic expression.

"But, after Bob grew up, I got back to health, I left the hellish place where there would always be hooligans beating and blackmailing me, and ran to find a place where I could contain me, preferably no one who would yell at me for being ugly because of my face, and I found that place.... But the leader there was weak and incompetent, lacking not only the management skills but also the science and technology necessary to run the city, and I couldn't bear it for a long time, so I replaced the guy! Hi, guess what? I've become the Lord of Harold! The tank brain was bored drinking Coke on the side, and immediately asked curiously when he heard this.

"City Lord? How big is a city? What's the name of your city? Harold's face showed a look of nostalgia and reminiscence, and he could see that that the past was very important to him, and perhaps the proudest highlight of his life.

"It's called Gecko City! Right near Bunker City, New California. It may be a bit big, but it's not a city, but at least it's a nice little town! Tankbrain complains about the strange name, and Andy asks if he has heard of the town that Harold once led.

"Yes, but I'm not sure if he said it." String thought about it for a moment and came up with an impression.

"Bunker City, one of the best-developed city-states in the NcR, is said to have a pre-war Poseidon Energy nuclear power plant in its northeast, known to its inhabitants as Licko City, which is considered an outer part of Bunker City. There is a group of ghouls gathered there, who are responsible for providing energy to Bunker City, and are valued because of their heavy burden. The city of Bunker regularly sends a team of professional engineers to work with the residents there to manage the nuclear power plant and provide all the support.... Anyway, it's not bad there now. She hesitated for a moment and said something.

"Well, there's one thing about that small town, I don't know if you'll be happy when you hear it."