Chapter 32: Chapter 32. The Talent Engraved In The Bone

Construction site on the site of the former sanatorium.

The dust was billowing, the sound of beating was constant, and the sound of unloading goods was tinkling and clanging, and it was a bustling business.

These players seem to have endless strength and enthusiasm, pushing the small carts picked up from the abandoned construction site, transporting the stones one after another, smashing them with hammers before transporting them to the cement kiln, and then pouring them into the kiln coarse material calcined into cement.

The players squatting next to them pushed the bellows vigorously, trying to make the fire in the kiln more prosperous. Not far away is a non-stop charcoal kiln, and further away there are earthen kilns for bacon and smoked fish racks. The rising smoke and noise even drove away the birds on the trees.

The players worked together, poured the fired cement into sand and water, mixed it into a viscous cement slurry, and quickly built the foundation of the first section of the wall.

The curling blue smoke is connected into one piece.

Here is like a newborn tribe, young and full of vitality.

After handing over the construction site to [ Building Breaker ] who was born in civil engineering, Bunny and Tomorrow have already started to study the 'indigenous method of steelmaking'.

On the other side of the storm, the fishing traps were also improved, and the larvae of the mutated leech were used as bait. It was no problem at all to get more than a dozen fish a day. If they couldn't finish eating, they were handed over to Brother Scrambled Eggs to make dried fish.

The aquatic products in this lake are more abundant than he imagined.

The only thing to pay attention to is that there should not be too much bait in the trap, and the water level should not be too deep, otherwise the big fish will easily damage the trap.

But these are minor issues.

Once you get the hang of it, it all comes together, and the process itself is a lot of fun. The same goes for new players.

They don't even need to look for it deliberately. Everything here is so novel to them, and it is almost impossible to experience it in modern society.

Many people sit in the office all day, repeating the work that anyone can replace day after day, losing themselves in trivial things. It's different here.

This difference is not only derived from the temporary freshness, but also from the satisfaction in the sense of self-realization.

A civil engineering dog who has worked on the construction site for five or six years and has not been in the management team, as long as he shouts 'I am engaged in engineering' here, he will immediately be praised by other players as a boss and entrusted with important tasks.

There are also workers mixing cement and plastering on the construction site.

The vast majority of players are ordinary people, and the work they do in reality may not be so eye-catching, but here as long as they have a skill, they don't even need to be too prominent, and they can get collective affirmation.

And the surface outposts of the refuge are getting better at a speed visible to the naked eye because of the efforts of each of them.

In Maslow's hierarchy of needs, this is the highest level of demand. It breaks away from any low-level taste, and the spiritual pleasure it brings is unmatched by any taste.

The most important thing is that you don't have to pay a lot of money to get it. Even if your tired muscles are sore, you are still a character in the game and will not affect your life the next day.

On the contrary, because of falling asleep early, the next day will be more lively.

All of the above were guesses made by Lucius, who returned to the outpost with the loot, when he saw the players busy.

Of course he can't know what the players think. For a manager, that sort of thing doesn't matter at all and doesn't care.

As long as the number of reservations is always greater than the players on the list, there is no need to worry about no fresh little leeks coming in to sweat.

Retreat?

AFK?? ( Away From Keyboard )

Again, please give the helmet and account to those who need it, and try a more original game method.

The results of this outing are quite gratifying.

Two 5mm iron pipe rifles, 62 rounds of 5mm ammunition, and three backpacks that I didn't have time to turn over.

These were all found from the two predators and the unlucky guy who was hunted down and killed by them.

Lucius was a person who didn't like waste, and he kept everything including the mutant hyena that was shot in the neck.

Domestication does not affect its taste, it is a foreign species to Lucius anyway.

Throwing the mutated hyena to Brother Scrambled Eggs who was the chef, Lucius began to pick up the backpacks with Walker and Mr. Garbage.

"Matches, compass, map, and... a few pieces of jerky? And some plastic? What's on this thing?"

Hearing Walker's muttering, Brother Garbage, whose claws were not very sharp, also came over, picked up one with great interest and took a closer look.

"Kind of like casino chips."

"Give me the plastic sheet, I can use it."

Lucius confiscated the twenty or so white 'plastic pieces' calmly. Anyway, these things are useless to the players.

Then, he looked at the jerky in Walker's hand.

"...The jerky is fine, I don't mind you eating it."

Walker, who was about to take a bite, froze for a moment.

"Why?"

Lucius thought for a while, and used a euphemism.

"Predators are usually not very taboo, you have no way of knowing what kind of meat it is."

Before Mr. Garbage can react, Walker next to him has already thrown away the jerky.

Even in the game, he couldn't accept certain settings.

Seeing Walker's reaction, Lucius suddenly became curious about what these players were thinking, so he looked at Mr. Garbage and asked.

"What does it feel like to kill someone?"

Mr. Garbage was stunned for a moment, and rubbed his head.

"Did not notice……"

How can the game feel? It's not like he hasn't played the bloodier ones before.

On the contrary, the blood special effects in this game were not very exaggerated, so that he didn't pay much attention at the time.

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But……

When he rushed forward and thrust the javelin into the chest of the last predator, and the blood splashed on him, at that moment he suddenly had a desire to eat.

Just like biological instinct.

Lucius glanced at the 'lizard man' in surprise, but he didn't expect that the player's psychological quality was surprisingly good.

Could it be that the dream softened the feeling of death? Or is it that the perspective of the players looking at the world has some kind of filter that they don't understand.

Not sure.

After all, this device was not designed by Lucius, and he has never used the helmets of the players, let alone whether the world in their eyes is exactly the same as the world in his own eyes.

It seems that in the future, I will use my identity as a planner to chat with players...

...

As of five o'clock in the afternoon, the wall on the north side of the nursing home has basically been repaired.

It has to be said that these players are simply geniuses.

Lucius even felt that his NPC was redundant.

Although some talents are not written on the attribute panel, they are engraved in their bones. As long as they are given a piece of land, they can become a field tomorrow.

Even if the server is reset and the world is destroyed tomorrow, they can rebuild it brick by brick.

The treasures on the construction site are not only those blue-gray stones, but also those piles of cement blocks covered with sacks. These things are too heavy for ordinary survivors to carry or use, so they still maintain the original appearance at the beginning of the nuclear war until now.

Although these cements have already hardened and cannot be mixed with sand to water the foundation, but another way of thinking, it is excellent to use them directly as bricks for building walls.

At least, it is much more reliable than the pile of yellow mud bricks burned by Bunny!

Under the leadership of [ Keeping People Under The Knife ], the players drove the pine logs sawn into four or five meters long into the soil, piled cement blocks from the construction site in the middle, and then inserted steel bars stolen from the construction site to fix them. Finally, pour the well-mixed calcium carbonate cement on it.

When the cement dries up, a simple but reliable concrete fortification is completed. As for the inner side of the wall, a ramp was made of cement blocks and concrete waste.

In case of an attack, the players inside the wall only need to crawl on the slope, and then they can use the bunker to fight back against the intruders.

Considering that the scale of the outpost will be further expanded in the future, another fortification can be built on the outside of the fort, and it can be guarded with sentry posts and watchtowers.

"...The terrain of the entire Wetland Park is relatively flat, and the surrounding area of ​​the nursing home is a forest plain, with no steep slopes to use as shelters. I can cut down the surrounding trees, so that any target that is close to the outpost, we can Find out right away!"

"Okay, brother Knife, what do you do in real life?" Looking at the new player next to him, Bunny was surprised.

[ Keeping People Under The Knife ] He has a little impression of this ID, but only a little bit, he only remembers that he joined the group a long time ago.

Unexpectedly, in the small game group, there are so many hidden dragons.

Keeping People Under The Knife smiled shyly, and said in embarrassment.

"...I'm just a civil dog, a marginal person in the unit, playing game and reading newspapers all day long, and few of them look at me directly."

"No, no, you are good at this level! To be honest, I never thought that I could finish a whole wall today."

"Don't say that, now you making me embarrass!"

It was evening, and the sky was turning yellow.

Brother Scrambled Eggs, the chef, set up a big pot on the open space in front of the nursing home, threw fish caught by the wind from the lake, and made a pot of fresh fish soup with pine nuts.

The players sat on the ground, each with a bowl and a piece of dried bacon. A mouthful of fish soup and a mouthful of meat, just eat it like this, it has a special flavor.

Certainly.

Not everyone can accept this flavor.

For example, Shuri, who was sitting on the ground, was pinching her nose and looking at the bowl in his hand with a sad face.

"Uh, it's so fishy..."

Whether in the game or in reality, she is very sensitive to smells, and really can't accept this heavy-tasting cooking method.

Brother Scrambled Eggs not far away heard it and rolled his eyes.

"You think I want...there isn't even cooking wine here, I've tried my best."

That expression is obvious, like to eat or not.

"Eat as much as you can, you will be hungry if you don't eat in this game," Walker also comforted beside him, "Why don't you pinch your nose and drink it down? I can help."

Shuri hid to the side.

"You don't have to."

The manager is also not far away.

However, he didn't dine with the players, he just stayed here for a while, then left in a hurry.

And when he came back again, many players who were close to him saw that his face was ashen, and he seemed to be in a bad mood.

There was a commotion among the players.

Noticing the situation not far away, Bunny was curious, so he put down the bowl in his hand and stood up from the ground.

Walking forward quickly, he grabbed Gale, who was closer, to inquire.

"Brother, what happened?"

With a dignified expression, Gale said in a deep voice.

"It is said that……"

"Looks like someone is dead."

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