This Game Is Too Realistic

In the Bull And Horse Management Discussion Group.

This was a small group of only four people.

The group owner was White_horse_passing_a_crevice, while the group members were the three admins from the main group: Girls_public_enemy_ten_times_a_night, Level_8_Gale, and There_will_be_ample_time.

Night Ten: [Have you all received the helmet? ? ? ]

Old White: [Received it... this is really creepy, and it was directly sent to my door. ]

Ample Time: [I found it by the door of my garage...]

Gale: [It was on my desk... I thought it was from my colleague. ]

Night Ten: [None of yours are creeper than mine, this package was delivered directly to my dorm room! All three of my roommates were there at that time, and none of them saw how this thing was brought in! There is also one more creepy thing, I don't know if you noticed it. I can see the countdown when wearing the helmet, but other people can't. ]

The group was strangely quiet for a while.

The first to break the silence was group owner White_horse_passing_a_crevice.

Old White: [...What you say is a bit creepy indeed. ]

Ample Time: [What kind of company do you think this company is? Not only do they know our address, but can also deliver the package to us without us knowing it? ]

Gale: [Mhm, this is what I care about the most. The problem with the address can be explained using our IP address. After all, it is not impossible to analyze our location in reality from our IP address. But the delivery… I still can't figure it out. I am in Jinling, Night Ten, I remember that you are studying in Jiangcheng, there is a difference of 500 kilometers, but we received the helmet almost at the same time. ]

Night Ten: [Yes... I got it not long after I clicked the link... ]

Old White: [Sh**. Should we call the police? ]

Ample Time: [We didn't lose anything, so I don't think the police will handle this problem. Besides, how are you going to explain it to the police? Tell them that you didn't expect this package? Or that there's a problem with the helmet? Except for you, no one can see anything. ]

Gale: [Mhm, this is the biggest problem, it's difficult to tell others exactly what this thing is. I tried to record it using my phone while wearing it, but my phone couldn't capture anything. ]

In reality, Gale was a teacher, seemingly teaching science. He spoke in a more orderly manner. This had also been agreed by Ample Time and Old White.

Night Ten: [How about... let's disassemble the helmet and have a look inside? ]

Gale: [We can do this, but it is risky. At least I did not find a place where it can be disassembled. If we violently break it apart, it is difficult to guarantee that the helmet can work after we put it back. ]

Ample Time: [Indeed, we can't give Light trouble. ]

A person was able to put this helmet on the door of his garage without him noticing it, so he already somewhat believed what the old brother whose ID was called Light said.

Could it be that this company was a mysterious research institution supported by state agencies?

Whatever it was, so far, they had not suffered any loss. In addition, he himself was very interested in fully immersive VR games, and that countdown successfully aroused his interest.

Gale: [I've PMed Brother Light, but he hasn't gotten back to me yet. The IP address of that official website does not look like a domestic IP address. Even its domain name doesn't look like a normal website. Moreover, I can't find its registration information. ]

Night Ten: [Dark Web? ! ]

Gale: [Not sure. ]

Old White: [Let's wait and see. At the moment, any discussion is meaningless. After three days, we will be able to confirm what the situation is with this helmet! ]

...

While the players were discussing, Chu Guang, who was in the wasteland, was still busy making final preparations.

5kg of green wheat and some iron tools.

It took Chu Guang a lot of effort to move these things from Bett Street to the wetland park three kilometers away without being noticed.

Shelter No. 404 was hidden underneath the park, and the entrance was in an inconspicuous nursing home.

There was a lot of vegetation here, and it was also next to a lake. In theory, there should be a lot of wild animals in this area.

After approaching here, Chu Guang was very careful, watching out for possible dangers around him.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

Checking the markings he made at the entrance of the nursing home while confirming that no mutants or marauders sneaked in while he was away, Chu Guang pushed the door open with his pointed water pipe and walked in carefully.

The entrance of No. 404 shelter was at the elevator on the innermost side of the nursing home lobby. Only the dial of that elevator had the B1 floor button.

Chu Guang went down first, throwing the grain in the corridor between the elevator base and the airlock door outside the buffer room.

This place was about forty to fifty meters below the ground.

To be honest, the corridor was not very suitable for storing food, but it was better to put it here than in a nursing home, where it would be spotted by passing mice or mutant cockroaches.

After passing through the two airlock doors of the buffer chamber.

Chu Guang walked into the hall, looked at Little Seven who was squatting in the corner and said.

"Has the forum function of the official website been developed?"

"It's done."

"What about the players? Did they receive their helmets?"

"They have received it."

So quick?

Chu Guang was slightly surprised.

He remembered that he left the shelter at six in the morning, and now it was around one in the afternoon. Only seven hours had passed in between.

"Is the flow of time really 1:1 between the wasteland and modern world?"

"Of course it is, but the time here is equivalent to the UTC-04:00 timezone on the earth."

Country Hua's time in the modern world was UTC+08:00, and the time difference between its time and UTC-04:00 was about twelve hours, which meant that it was 1:00 in the morning in the eastern part of Country Hua now.

Chu Guang sat in front of the computer and logged into the backend of the official website.

Little Seven added a forum function to the official website according to his instructions, but there was currently no traffic, so naturally there was no post.

The same goes for the database and game galleries.

"How can I upload the photos here?" Chu Guang said, pointing to the gallery on the screen.

"Just upload it directly."

"...I mean, how should I take pictures? Or do you have something like a camera?"

Such a big shelter, there wasn't even a single device on the entire B1 level, which was ridiculous.

Even if there were no weapons, there should at least be some basic survival tools, right?

"Uh, no, but I can use my camera to take pictures for you… What do you want me to take a picture of? This place here?"

Looking at the paper-bin-like robot in the corner, Chu Guang sighed.

"What's the use of taking a picture of that... Forget it, I'll figure out a solution myself."

He couldn't bring mutants here.

However, it might be possible to take Little Seven outside.

Most mutants were not interested in the metal objects that could not be eaten. With a little camouflage, he could leave it on the top of the building to guard the area.

The more Chu Guang thought about it, the more he believed that this idea was feasible.

Logging onto his chat software, Chu Guang found that all four players had sent private messages to himself, asking him which company he worked for, what exactly the immersive game meant, and what was going on with the gaming helmet.

To be honest, Chu Guang didn't know how to answer these questions, and it was impossible to tell them the true situation of this world.

He could only make them believe that this was the game world.

Only then, would they be willing to come to this world as "the fourth natural disaster" and work fearlessly and tirelessly for him.

"Master."

"What's wrong?"

Looking at Chu Guang, who turned off the computer and got up from the chair, Little Seven, who was squatting in the corner, asked curiously.

"Don't you need to reply to their message?"

"It's not necessary."

The more he explained, the more flaws he would reveal. He just needed to use excuses like corporate secrets or state secrets to fool them.

As for the others?

He would let them guess for themselves.

Otherwise, what was the purpose of their brains?

Wasn't it used for imagination?

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