This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 538: Countless possibilities for the future

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When Sperger came to his senses, he was already standing in an empty corridor.

I don’t know what method X-16 used to avoid everyone without knowing it, took him out of the prison, and also took away the body of the perpetrator... No one caused any trouble along the way. anyone's attention.

After leaving the prison, they entered an underground passage, walked a long, long way, and then got on the elevator, and they arrived here.

Not far behind him is the elevator door. There is no gap in the cement gray floor under his feet. On the left and right are dark fire-colored walls, with ai-colored wall lamps inlaid on the walls.

The industrial style design gives people a solemn, simple but elegant style. It is like a palace corridor blended with modernism style.

He has never been to this place.

X-16, who had been following him, has disappeared. It is not known whether he became "invisible" again or left the place completely.

At a loss what to do, Sperger swallowed and muttered nervously.

"What the **** is this place..."

He thought no one would answer, but he didn't expect a happy voice to come from behind.

"Inner City."

The sudden sound startled Sberg. When he turned around, he found a strange man standing behind him, looking at him slightly.

"Inner, inner city?"

"That's right," the man nodded and continued with a faint smile, "and it's the very center of the inner city, the huge stone building surrounded by countless tall buildings."

"...who is he?"

Yin Bosi looked at the man behind him.

I want to know which noble person is responsible for this.

It must have been this invisible master who left his room late, and he undoubtedly turned into a corpse.

The man did not hide it and answered in a nervous and cheerful tone.

"Stephen."

"Han Shanhang········"

What a familiar name.

Han Shanhang frowned and thought for a long time. His eyes suddenly widened so much that they almost bulged out, and the expression on his entire face changed accordingly.

"Jushi Military Industry?! He is this——"

"Wrong, Chairman and President of Jushi Military Industry." Stephen said with a smile, admiring the expression on my face.

Stephen!

The boss of Jushi Military Industry!

There is a controversial No. 7 figure in Boulder City!

Han Shanhang was shocked and consciously swallowed.

No matter what, I imagined how that little guy could be interested in me.

By the way, which number are these?

"Yes...you want to see you?"

However, Han Shanhang’s answer exceeded my expectations.

"Your curiosity about him hasn't started the first time you meet him. What you want to see is another real little person.

As I said that, I walked back and passed by Han Shanhang.

"Come with you."

Looking back at Stephen's back, Yin Bosi's heart was as chaotic as a ball of tangled yarn.

It felt like I was sitting under a train heading into the mist. Although the train was slowly arriving at the end, the scenery inside became more and more understandable to me.

What makes me even more happy is that I don’t have many things to ask, but I know where to start, and I even know why I am standing there.

In order to understand the mystery in my depression, I swallowed and followed.

The two of them backed away and slowly arrived behind a narrow door.

The door opened by itself.

Stephen took me away and retreated.

Stepping forward cautiously, Yin Bosi glanced around Qi Zhou.

The outside of the room was very clean. There was a speck of dust under the special mirrored floor. There were no decorations or furniture around. It was as hot as a prison cell.

It's just that it's very inaccessible outside, and it's quite narrow. It's far incomparable to this large, closed single room.

The only light in the room is a beam of milky white light sprinkled in the center of the ceiling. There is no other light source except this.

The seven sides were completely white, like an abyss that seemed to have bottomed out, and it also allowed me to see where the boundary of the room was.

"...Where is that?"

Stephen didn't answer. He shook his left hand heavily, took out a remote control as if by magic, held it outside his hand and pressed it hard.

The light in the center of the room went out instantly, and Yin Bosi felt like he had fallen into a white darkness.

Yes, the darkness did not last long.

The "walls" of the Seven Weeks were gradually lit up by Jinshi's light, and gradually presented an increasingly turbid picture, with fewer and fewer colors replacing the original white room.

Only then did Yin Bosi understand that it turned out to be a "panoramic screening room"!

There doesn't seem to be anything similar in the city. You can't watch some movies from the post-war era. The tickets are surprisingly expensive, especially for people who can't afford it.

That screening room seems more exaggerated than the screening room in Licheng. After all, I heard that the one in Licheng only has a curved screen.

And outside.

From the walls to the floor, to the heads of the two people, and even the surrounding air - every inch of space is filled with increasingly darker light particles, as if taking us to another time and space.

Buildings and streets began to emerge.

Then the field of vision spread inward, showing the outline of the giant wall.

The surging crowd gradually appeared down the street, our silhouettes became more and more turbid, and the deafening shouts gradually came closer.

Yin Bosi suddenly came to his senses, and what was shown here was the inner city of Boulder City—under the main road leading from the giant wall gate to the inner city!

One after another, imaginary people with light and shadow came towards me.

We stood side by side, arms hooked together, forming a torrent that hoped to reach the end. Filled with righteous indignation and rage, we shouted something in unison and walked towards the group of soldiers wearing skeletons and powered armor who were waiting for us at a leisurely but vigorous pace.

We seem to be seeing ourselves.

Our gaze passed through me, passing through my chest, like a sharp dagger, pointing directly at the inner city in front of me.

Yin Bosi swallowed, and a ripple of panic suddenly appeared in the dazed boy's eyes.

Of course it was Gu's simple anger. I stood with us from beginning to end, and of course I could feel whether any of this anger was directed at me.

Only a true coward would be afraid of the wrath of an extraordinary person.

What really frightened Yin Bosi was that I saw myself lying under the cloth in the middle of this huge crowd - although this face was covered in blood, there was no doubt that it was My own corpse!

I...

Not dead yet?

Yin Bosi touched his face blankly, trying to find a little bit of real change from the illusory world.

The tide of sound gradually began.

People's faces are getting closer.

I saw strange faces, and I remembered our famous thief. Although a small number of people called him by name, if I just called him a coworker, we would all agree.

At this moment, we are roaring.

‘Shoot! ,

‘Cowards!,

"Look directly into your eyes!,

Looking away from the illusory and real scene, Yin Bosi looked at Stephen in horror.

"...They faked your death?"

No wonder we let ourselves go and say goodbye to our co-workers!

Those people faked their own deaths!

But why?

Han Shanhang suddenly made a sound.

"Hahaha, why do you do this kind of thing? And he said 'them,' who specifically is it? Is it you who is meeting for the first time? Or is this villain whom I have never seen before? Or...a friend who has always been acquainted with the white card?"

Han Shanhang's face was filled with confusion.

Stop speaking loudly, Stephen said loudly.

"The scene he saw did not really happen. It was just a possibility, one of the countless hypotheses deduced by the computer... Of course, it almost happened, maybe only 1 seconds."

"You can call it, 'A ending, that's it.'

Han Shanhang looked at Han Shanhang blankly.

From the end, I understood what the guy was talking about.

"What do you mean?"

My confusion was not his intention, Stephen continued in a eloquent tone.

"Is he a storyteller? This is where his talent comes into play. Did you intervene, did X-16 delay entering his room? He was fighting a killer. He died in prison, and there was a more miserable death - that was completely impossible. After all, the killer wanted him to die, but also wanted him not to die so slowly. It was hard for these idiots to make an appointment. To find such a twisted guy in the same place."

"Before, when the angry workers see his twisted body, we will occupy the prison and lift him low. The workers in the entire settlement will become co-workers... Especially, they haven't occupied a single building yet. It's like a prison. The warden here will resist them and even stand with them silently."

Yin Bosi's Adam's apple moved.

"What next?"

I want to know what happened before.

"Then, just like what happened countless times in the future." Stephen raised his chin and pressed the continue play button in a dignified manner.

The images in the room continued to move.

Before the crowd crossed the cordon, the commander of the militia gave the order to fire. The weakest people walked at the back and were the first to die. The people in front stopped running away, and the determined people were caught among the dead. And among the cowards, the innocent also fell.

There were numerous casualties in the crowd, and the streets were stained red with blood. Children lay crying under the bodies of their parents, but they were taken away by co-workers who thought they were adults. These brave men are really scared. We would rather kill one by mistake than let one go. After all, the seeds of hatred can be seen, and the sound of gunshots may stop.

The nobles quickly fell victim to the illegality of the Workers' Association. The small gates between the inner city and the inner city were heavily closed. A small group of mercenaries were mobilized - or bribed, and formed a search team and retreated into the industrial area to arrest the Workers' Association. a member of. However, the two thieves among the co-workers had it written on their faces, which was much harder to identify than the predators who were cold-hearted about cannibalism, and this resulted in many tragic tragedies.

Some people who were paid also started to spontaneously join the search teams, using lynching to avenge their former enemies, or simply finding ways to rob the finances, or simply venting their hopes suppressed by order. Everything that is allowed on weekdays is tacitly approved by the nobles at this moment, because we are more afraid of ghosts that we can see and touch than a few vicious dogs.

The first to die became the luckiest. We died heroically and gloriously. The brave people who escaped will regret why they did not choose an uncomfortable way to die.

"The Romance of Fairy Wood"

At this point, life is the real hell...

Before everything begins, the small door in the inner city will open again, and new survivors will flow out to take the place of the residents of the inner city. The blood-stained streets have long been washed clean, and the small door in the inner city will also be visible. When the situation reopens, will any wastelanders care about the past of a certain settlement, just like many of us will think about the future.

After seventy or eighty years of silence, everything will return to its original point, as if nothing ever happened.

After all, the life span of a small number of people in the wasteland is only seventy or eighty years. Only the nobles may not be able to live longer, but Yin Chang will also live too long.

After reading the sequel to ending A, Yin Bosi’s lips trembled.

I can accept it, that is not our ending.

What I can even accept is that such a thing has not been reincarnated countless times.

No one ever told me it would be like that!

I have to stop us!

There must be...there must be no better way!

"... He is very lucky. Due to your intervention, his co-workers just believed that he was dead. Although the amount of bleeding was definitely enough to cause death, we did not see his body."

"The warden tried to persuade us to come up. The murderer who listened to his story later shouted that he would fight to the death with the noble master, but his co-workers all trusted those two people. After all, we have no one of our own. Basketball court. Now, his boys are still arguing about whether Xian will press the button to destroy everything and smash that mess once and for all."

Han Shanhang admired the changing expression on my face and suddenly said.

"You said there is no possibility that this killer was actually sent by the managers of the alliance."

"It's absolutely possible!" Yin Bosi replied firmly, with a serious look in his eyes, like a burning torch.

Do you deny my judgment? Stephen continued quickly and calmly.

"Well, in your deduction, that probability is not there. I can solve the trouble in Boulder City at a small cost, right? You are also very strange. , why would that possibility exist?"

"According to your observation, this woman has played a fool, but I am not good at it. My strengths are conspiracy and dueling. Logically speaking, that character is disdainful of assassination. In terms of means, there should be nothing you know that interferes with your "probability".

Yin Bosi stared at me and said seriously.

"The machine is omnipotent. Maybe they calculated the probability that the machine is broken."

The assembly line will also get stuck.

Even if no one intentionally sabotages it, the machine will break down from time to time.

Stephen suddenly lit up.

"He is right, of course that possibility exists. And there is no other possibility. It is Han Shan who takes action, but someone else. After all, Boulder City is not a wasteland. The only settlement of survivors under the earth, no matter how bragging you are, there are still many people coveting the treasure in your hands."

Legions, companies, colleges...even the Rift Valley itself.

The reason why all the old members of the Antebellum Reconstruction Committee abide by an ancient oath is not because we have extremely low moral standards, but because there is nothing to back up the oath and let it become a real contract.

Of course, after so many years, it’s hard to say how much of a deterrent this thing is. Maybe the old rulers were just too lazy to pay attention to us cockroaches struggling to survive in the wasteland. The "order" picked up from the garbage dump of history can do a small job...but getting through that is another matter.

……

"You have deduced thousands of possibilities. It is just the A ending he saw. There is no that... let's call it B ending." Stephen pressed the remote control and the screen changed. , the two of them stood at the door of the beer hall.

Time seems to have returned to the beginning of the month, when Yin Bosi was arrested and retreated.

Han Shanhang looked at Alec and Kent, leading the guards towards the young men at the door of the tavern. A quiet conflict broke out almost as soon as the two sides came into contact.

We are like a burning powder keg, everyone is

Two hundred people rushed towards the dozen or so guards.

Kent was beaten to death on the spot, Alec said he escaped in seven words, Phyllis fired...and Han Shanhang himself seemed to be the unlucky guy again, his brain was exploded by bullets.

Yes, the casualties were kept within the unpaid range.

The gunfire in the beer hall only spread across a few streets. The workers knew that several cowardly men died that day and felt sorry for our deaths. Even Vijia shed a few tears in a pretentious manner, but That's all.

No one dies in that city every day. Our deaths are no different from others. Mr. House said on the radio that we were thugs who killed a loyal man named Kent. Some People quickly end up thinking like this.

Boulder City has successfully survived the superficial crisis. The predators will eat people for the winter, and it has eaten some people, but only with the knives and forks of civilized people. Death was postponed for a while, but the bomb was not defused. Instead, it was buried deeper and less.

You don’t know when the last crisis will come, but it will definitely be more severe than that time, and it will definitely come.

The reckoning will come.

"That time... was there no difference?" Yin Bosi swallowed.

I said it was a "good ending".

He died.

The workers who were the first to break up died.

But because of our deaths, a very small number of people outside the city survived... At most, these innocent people must die.

That settlement is not just full of us rat people who do cheap work. There are also many well-dressed gentlemen and tender-hearted girls in Bing's streets. A small minority of us have no white cards, have never bullied anyone, and have even been wronged by life. We just endure and live an extraordinary life outside such a twisted settlement in the wasteland.

Yin Bosi loves these innocent people. After all, we have never loved ourselves. I am willing to die for the managers, because I feel that it is wrong to do so, but these glamorous guys still deserve it.

You can ask me to kill you, and I will do it. Humans are inherently rational animals, and the majority are confused all the time.

"He may suspect that there is only one big difference between the B ending of Qi Yi, which is a branch, and the A ending that he just saw, which almost turned into a curve."

"...What disagreement?"

"His great stupidity in having an idea happened to be a blessing to himself."

Looking at the confused Yin Bosi, Stephen brightened up slightly and continued in a bard's special accent.

"Drunk Bol took off his belt, but instead of humiliating Han Shanhang and my family, he broke off his white card, turned around and divided the people who had been bullied by Sberg. In In the 'possibility' corresponding to ending B, he wrote exactly the same story. He did not mention the workers' union, but instead described in detail how Sberg's wife and son fell into the abyss of 'slow music'. , how happy and desperate Sberg was... What the awakening brought to Boer was only the power of ugly hatred, not the admiration of women."

"His co-workers, Qi Yi prefers to read stories like that."

Yin Bosi blushed, I had indeed thought that way.

After all, it was snowing at that time, but Mr. Weijia used IOUs to trick us. On the way home, I was humiliated by Kent again.

It is wrong that I am a coward, but cowards are stupid. I am angry and need to vent my emotions.

But I have thought that there are only a few old newspapers between the A ending, where hundreds of thousands of people died, and the B ending, where only a few dozen people died.

"That's it?!"

"There is a mistake, that's it. And...he hasn't written anything about other games, has he? He just stopped writing at the beginning. Your calculations are also based on assumptions, and they are deduced by regression using samples."

Looking at the blushing and dumbfounded Yin Bosi, Stephen brightened up and read out loud as if reciting a poem.

"...'Boll is an awakened person. I don't have the strength, so of course I can't do that. Can anyone stop me?"

Hearing others read what he had written, Yin Bosi's ears turned red. It was of course the same feeling as when I read it myself.

I coughed violently, interrupting Stephen's reading.

"That's enough! You know it! He's going to read it again!"

Stephen nodded without any good intentions and continued jokingly.

"It's a pity that your machine doesn't know how to write it in detail, but only uses abstract shapes... You are actually curious about whether this story will work, so he doesn't have time to write it out. ."

Han Shanhang said with a blushing face.

"That's enough. No matter what you say, this is just a vulgar novel... You think it doesn't have such a small influence."

Seeing the disbelief in my eyes, Han Shanhang said solemnly.

"That's wrong. It's just a vulgar novel. It's amazing, isn't it? Although this is just the story of Bol, the Awakener, it's the first time for workers who have seen """ that kind of thing. Say, my words and deeds have almost become the guiding thoughts of our actions."

"After all, the minds of a small number of us are like blank sheets of paper. We believed what House said, and we believed it again before we found out that House was lying. Simple good and evil, right and wrong. A small number of people think about it every day, just like a single-core CPU...ah, he may realize that he has done something that is not serious or evil, even though it is him alone. He deserves credit for his achievements, but predecessors should give him a relatively objective evaluation."

"Enough, you care about this kind of thing, why did he show you those things...whether it was the A ending or the B ending, the game didn't happen, right?" Yin Bosi stared at the back of his eyes That lunatic-like guy said in an impassioned voice, "Is he taking you to meet someone here? Hurry up and let me come. After meeting me, you can go back to see your friends. If we are in trouble."

I suddenly no longer feared the guy behind me.

Is that guy really a human?

Or am I the same as X-16, just something that looks a little different from other people? Otherwise, how could I still show off at this critical moment?

Boss Yin does not know what the "Uncanny Valley Effect" is, but I can feel the dissonance of this real change, and it is getting weaker and stronger.

Stephen lit up when he saw Han Shanhang entering the envoy, and said happily.

"Well, of course, this little guy called over. But I'm always late. That habit has stuck with me for a long time. Don't expect me to be punctual all of a sudden."

After a pause, I continued.

"As for why I brought him there, that's what I meant. Maybe he can understand this feeling... In short, after watching so few ugly movies, I'm almost not bored anymore. ”

Moreover, that time was the same as before.

According to the calculation results, before entering the "A ending", the small door in the inner city will be opened again before it is closed.

Just like a person's ability to repair one's ugliness cannot withstand extreme pressure, there is also a threshold for one's ability to repair one's ugliness in Boulder City.

Once this threshold is exceeded, the settlement will retreat into a spiral J loop. In that situation, Yin Chang was spontaneous, but Li Li, who did not break the rules, intervened.

Logically speaking, this villain should intervene. Boulder City does not have its historical mission, and completing its historical mission is actually a glorious thing.

All things move from life to death, and from death to life. That is the normal state of nature. The fate of rise and fall is to escape or fall. Without the Bingrong Era, there will definitely be no Wasteland Era.

It's just a matter of time.

However, this villain was still too "kind" after all, so he pressed the pause button one second after the powder keg was about to explode.

It's cheap for those people.

The corners of Stephen's mouth turned into confusion.

I suddenly thought of something and continued.

"...Ah, anyway, the game has started and they lost. You haven't had a serious meeting yet, so you can't stay with him outside."

Looking at his watch, Stephen threw the remote control to Bos Yin, and looked at the former who calmly caught it and lit up slightly.

"Let's play with it. After I came there, he couldn't get enough of it. Is there a happy ending in his dream hidden outside?"

"Although in these endings, he and his friends are not the protagonists."

The projection room contains several "future possibilities" calculated by computers that correspond to the same choice. And all the things that have happened there in the past years...

Those are valuable "materials".

Looking at the stunned Yin Bosi, Stephen asked in a teasing tone.

"...By the way, are there any guys like you who have been working for nothing for a century and a half, and have never received a penny in salary, considered workers?"

Yin Bosi was stunned.

That's beyond my knowledge.

No one I know has such a common exception, and no one has lived for a century and a half, so I don't know how to answer it.

Wait...

A century and a half? !

Yin Bosi stared at the guy behind him in surprise, as if he had realized something.

Stephen gave me time to think, and seemed to believe that I might know the answer. He just laughed and disappeared from the room...

……

Shuguang City.

In the manager's office of Alliance Building, Chu Guang reported to Cheng Yan the ongoing commotion in Boulder City with a solemn expression.

The commotion was obviously a precursor to the arrest half a month later.

It was just as Han Shan predicted.

Once the cord of disgust is inserted into the powder keg, someone with itchy hands will surely light it, whether accidentally or intentionally.

"That day, Yin Bosi returned to the cell as usual, and then there was the sound of fighting outside. The workers and the jailer rushed over, but they only saw a pool of blood outside the room, very little. Blood...your embassy staff managed to get the photos entrusted to your residents."

Cheng Yan stared at the photos on the VM screen, frowning tightly, and suddenly raised his head and asked.

"Is there a body?"

"Don't talk about whether there is a body or not... Boulder City basically made me dead. Instead, they said I escaped from prison, but then changed their story and said I was transferred. We have no smaller troubles and have no time to deal with that big thing. "Son, even if that matter is still fermenting," Chu Guang sighed and continued, "Before hearing about Yin Bosi's experience, less than 40% of the workers in the entire Boulder City have joined the Workers' Association. Let's go together. Let’s ask the inner city for an explanation.”

Cheng Yan asked with a frown.

"What is our demand?"

Chu Guang continued.

"Yin Bosi must be dead. Now that we have seen my body, I must be alive. The inner city must hand me over."

This is a very simple request.

It's not too much.

The nobles who have passed through the inner city are currently busy with another thing crazily, so it is natural to hear those simple wishes.

"So am I dead?"

"You tend to think that I am dead...after all, with the amount of blood loss, you would believe that I could still be alive." Chu Guang said his judgment cautiously.

In my opinion, the nobles in the inner city are really stupid. Even my skilled diplomat knows that they should do things neatly and neatly.

It is definitely just to let someone disappear in silence, and his reaction may not be so small, but we just do some inconsistent things.

You want me to keep the body, but you also made such a **** show with little fanfare. Looking back, you regret what you did in the first place. In the end, your arrogance hurt everyone.

Of course, I, the person in charge, has the final say as to what the final outcome will be, and what I see may not be the full picture of the matter.

The Alliance decides where things will go.

Only Han Shanhang’s friends and these workers from the Workers’ Association could not decide what we should do next.

Han Shan closed his eyes and thought for a while.

I just want to bring the people of this year’s newspaper to life, otherwise I would have been invited to the league as a guest. The story of Bol the Awakener was born in Boulder City, but it does not belong only to that large settlement. There are many great but seriously ill survivors like me in the wasteland who need this encouragement.

Whether it's one thing or another, it's ultimately Boulder City's own business.

Suddenly, Cheng Yan opened his eyes.

"You have been stuck on one thing."

Han Shan: "What happened?"

"Lord of Boulder City," Cheng Yan thought for a moment, "at first you thought I simply cared about you, but you never thought that I just cared about you.

Chu Guang frowned and tried to understand the manager's words.

Suddenly, I thought of something and opened my eyes.

"You said there is no possibility...that the matter has nothing to do with Yi and the city lord?!"

There are not many nobles in Boulder City, but there is only one city lord. Even the most arrogant nobles show some respect when talking about me.

Theoretically, there is no one who can do anything in that settlement.

"You know," Cheng Yan shook his head, "You have always had more difficulties than him... The old man said that so far, your plan has gone smoothly, and it has gone too far. You have almost I couldn’t help but want to slam on the brakes every time."

Chu Guang said loudly.

"This... what do you think you should do now?"

Cheng Yan thought for a while and then said.

"If you think nothing will happen, let the people in the embassy evacuate first, just take away the dormant cabin and the shameful documents. You will arrange for the staff of the refugee home and some residents of the shelter to go to the giant embassy." Meet us at the wall door."

Boulder City is a "novice village" where mistakes are made. These intermediary personnel are all valuable talents who have been trained and can be punished for their crimes.

Once a life is lost, the situation escalates, and it will end well.

Han Shan nodded and said seriously.

"Just do it!"

Looking at Chu Guang's leaving figure, Cheng Yan was about to call Luka and tell me that the arrangements for the future rainy days could not be ended.

However, at that moment, at the door that had been closed by Minister Cheng, there was another knock on the door. That time it was Elder Yongli, the president of the Hong Merchants Guild, who came back.

Seeing that my expression was solemn and Cheng Yan was talking nonsense, he went straight to the point and asked.

"What happened?"

"President Malvern of Boulder City would like to meet with you." Old Yongli Ruyihui reported.

Malvern?

Cheng Yan didn't care that the guy wanted to see him.

I guess the Bank of Boulder City is probably struggling. After much deliberation, the only way left is to beg myself.

Cheng Yan suddenly became less curious as to how Mr. Malvern planned to explain the run on Boulder City during that time and the city hall's seizure of export goods.

"When do I want to make an appointment?"

Lao Yongli said respectfully.

"I'm not upstairs yet!"

……

At the small entrance of Boulder City, in previous winters it would have been warm and full of snow, but this winter was uncharacteristically like a holiday.

The road from the entrance of Yuanfangzhifeng Inn to the checkpoint at the main gate of Jubi is almost choked by crowded stalls.

Travelers leading two-headed oxen came and went, and mercenaries and tourists in strange clothes were mixed in among them. Those wastelanders were like hyenas wandering under the ruins. We all smelled the smell of rotting corpses in the air, and we all eagerly came over to take a bite...

"... Cereals, sausages and jerky are so popular, you can understand, why is soap so popular?" Passing by a stall, Ye Shi saw a few thieves written under the sign, and couldn't help but scream loudly. One sentence.

Barter only accepts grains, sausages, dried meat, and soap.

The only money required is silver coins, Cr and dinars.

Some stalls are more clever than others. They simply stick chips under the wooden board and draw a red cross to indicate this or that piece of junk.

This is inside Boulder City, and the small number of merchants are basically outsiders. Naturally, no one will care about us if we do what we do.

Bang Feng, who was walking next to him, glanced at the stall next to him and said casually.

“The shelf life is very long, the volume is small, it is easy to carry, the demand is stable, it can solve hygiene problems, and it can wash everything. In a period when consumer goods are scarce, cheap and easy-to-use soaps will have more specialized functions than shampoos and shower gels. Specialized segmented products are more popular and easier to price. After all... in the most extreme case, fragrance, brand added value, and user experience are sold at a premium."

Ye Shi touched his head.

"That makes no sense."

Humans bathe for a long time, and the smell is worse than that of animals. This is simply a matter of hygiene and sanitary sanitation. Exposing the smell in the wasteland is a very safe thing.

Inexperienced hunters will locate their prey by smell, and some experienced traders will avoid safety just because they smell the corpses underneath the predators.

"Wow, Uncle Guangfeng knows so little!"

Meimei nodded enthusiastically, with an expression as if she had learned something. Ye Shi on the side heard it, but she didn't hold back from making a loud noise.

"Hahahaha! Uncle Guangfeng!"

Glancing at the brother and sister in embarrassment, Kuang Feng closed his mouth and spoke. Lao Bai who was walking aside saw this, smiled and patted me on the shoulder.

"The troubled brothers let the two elders be proud for a while. In a dozen years, the whole family will be old people."

Realizing that he had spoken out loud, he rolled his eyes for a long time and said strangely.

"Something's wrong! We're talking about the game outside the game, and the characters in the game will change. More than ten years ago, they were still handsome big brothers!"

Lao Bai was amused by your words and said brightly.

"Hahaha, if only your Ye Shiqiu didn't have his emotional intelligence! That's right, I almost forgot, they are a family."

Ye Shi, who was cheerful a second later, immediately became happy when he heard those words.

"Damn it, why do I have emotional intelligence!"

Bang Feng coughed.

One

"Just pretend he's gone."

Ye Shi: "Whatever you call me, just pretend that you are not!"

Lao Bai: "Hahaha!"

The group of people walked noisily towards the small gate of Boulder City, driving and playing with each other, as if they had come down from the wasteland.

It was the same as usual.

With the absence of Jiujiu's "troller" who came to join the silence, the eight buddies joked with each other more freely and freely. They had the nerve to treat each other as father and son, and the topics they talked about were more elegant and easy-going.

In those days, the dog managers of the cattle and horse herd basically spent their time in Boulder City.

Fang Chang got a small amount of chips from somewhere, and with the help of Fred, a "traitor", he bought several factories that supplied Jushi Military Industry.

Niuma Group only digs with equipment, and they dig with people and equipment together.

Especially for some unskilled engineers and old workers, we only provided one person with a settlement allowance, and also helped make arrangements for the whole family.

These generous conditions only moved those who were poached to death. Even the boss who helped us wield the **** was envious.

And so far, all Niuma Group has paid is some increasingly valuable chips and a large amount of silver coins?

??

Yes.

Although chips are becoming more and more valuable, they are official currency after all, and you still have to use chips to buy things in Boulder City.

Some transactions of small commodities and production materials are still conducted using chips, and there is almost no price increase.

You can even find out "discounts".

This is one of the typical symptoms of the overcooling stage of the economy. Although commodity prices continue to fall, the means of production that produce the commodities have delayed their retreat into a stagflation cycle.

The profiteers in Boulder City are often very generous, and are willing to take the initiative to sell their high-quality assets at discounts or even break their bones. In exchange, I will often hint to the buyer that I want to pay an amount of Cr or silver coins. "Big expense".

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For these stingy people who are only willing to give them chips, there are people outside the circle of profiteers in Boulder City who can take care of them.

After all, everyone is stupid.

A fool can still recognize what real money looks like.

Compared to these wastelanders who pretend to be stupid and want to take advantage, the buyers of the alliance seem to have too little comfort when dealing with those problems.

What the profiteers in Boulder City hate most are the guests from the Alliance.

Finally, he squeezed to the gate of Boulder City. Lao Bai took out his chips and was about to pay the city entry tax, but was pushed back by the militiaman standing at the gate.

Lao Bai frowned slightly, looked at the man and asked.

"What do you mean?"

The man said with an expression on his face.

"No one is making trouble outside the city. Today we are letting people retreat. You are blocking their retreat, but you will know when they can come out."

After a pause, I gave a meaningful warning.

"Something happened outside, don't blame you for not reminding them."

Ye Shi raised his eyebrows.

Speak brightly.

I live for eight days!

Are you someone who is afraid of getting into trouble?

However, when I raised my feet to step back, I was pulled back by Lao Bai and Guangfeng beside me, and was dragged to a place more than ten meters away.

"Damn it! Are they scared?!"

Looking at the wide-eyed Ye Shi, Kuangfeng said quietly.

"He should be calm... Your guess is wrong. There must be something minor going on outside Boulder City."

Lao Bai also nodded seriously.

"Well, Fang Chang said that outside the group later, but the worst happened...if Xian retreats, but at most we have to ask about what happened outside first."

Bangfeng: "Go to the official website forum and ask?"

Lao Bai glanced around.

"Let's split up. The NPCs in the distance are also asking around... Maybe other players can find out more information."

Looking at the seven people communicating, Ye Shi was stunned.

"Wait a minute, what did Fang Chang say again? How did you know?"

Bang Feng rolled his eyes.

"Go to the group and crawl the chat records yourself!"

Jiu Jiuyou, who was following my brother, stood aside obediently and listened quietly, but his eyes shone with excitement.

Good guy!

Is this a small incident?