In the crisis survival game, relying on space to win is numb

When it was getting dark, several people gathered together with the materials in their hands.

"Here are all the useful information that I found." Several people said, and put the information in their hands on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

After a day of "self-struggle", Su Mengmeng finally accepted the reality.

When she came back to her senses, she looked at the crowd with a smile and said apologetically:
"Sorry, thank you for your hard work."

Everyone laughed indifferently, and comforted her a few words.

Bai Yu took a quick glance and took away some of little significance, leaving only three items on the table.

1. A hand-sized newspaper clipping;
2. A dark green local almanac that is extremely old and musty;
3. A large purchase order.

Bai Yu was the first to pick up the newspaper clipping.

The clipped paper had turned yellow, but the writing on it was still very clear.

It probably means that the extremely strong sandstorm that occurs once every 100 years has landed in Qingsi Town.

The time recorded above is 2966.

Bai Yu's eyes froze:
"So, we just happened to encounter the once-in-a-hundred-year sandstorm in Qingsi Town. Is it such a coincidence?"

Others were also surprised:
"Looking at it this way, when Bai Su went outside to inquire about the news, those people said that the sandstorm would not come in, so it is understandable. After all, who can live so long."

Bai Yu shook his head: "On the contrary, this is unreasonable. Just like when we were on Blue Star, even if there were no news reports, we would know from our parents about the torrential rains and mudslides that happened a hundred years ago, and we would not say that we couldn't remember them. What happened before. Unless it says—”

"They forgot." Wei Xiaoyun answered.

Zheng Weijun: "It's not just sandstorms that they forgot."

"Yes. And I feel that they have selectively forgotten, at least the hatred for the wig factory, none of them have forgotten." Bai Yu added.

"It's born from the same root, so why bother each other too quickly. This hatred is a bit inexplicable." Wei Xiaoyun sighed suddenly.

Bai Yuxiu frowned:

"Then what if they don't come from the same root?"

other people:"."

"What does this have to do with dungeons? Forgive me, I really don't have enough brain cells. Forget it, analyze it, and call me after the analysis." Zhao Tianjin said, got up and sat on Li Li's leather executive chair, closed his eyes went.

Bai Yu reached out to pick up the local almanac, and a pungent musty smell instantly entered his nostrils.

The outer shell of the yearbook is very thick, and there are not many papers inside, it looks like dozens of pages.

She opened it carefully, and the contents quickly appeared in front of her eyes.

What is described in it is a general introduction of Qingsi Town and the memorabilia of Qingsi Town compiled by year.

Probably because Qingsi Town is located in the basin, the seasons are like spring, and the scenery is beautiful.

To the east of the town is Lijia Village, and to the west is Liujiaying.

Unknown what happened later, Lijia Village cut down almost all the forests in the town and restored them to paddy fields for breeding leeches.

Later, without the protection of the forest, coupled with the gradual deterioration of natural conditions, sandstorms around the town gradually formed.

But in the beginning, the sandstorms were only around, and they would not enter the town until a hundred years later.

Such illogical and strange settings are not uncommon in games.

As for the memorabilia, in Bai Yu's view, they are all things like sesame and mung beans, which can be seen at a glance.

But what is strange is that the yearbook of 2966 was deliberately blacked out with ink.

I don't know what happened that year.

In the entire yearbook, there is no mention of any tourism resources and wig industry.

There was also no mention of the fact that only the Li clan remained in the town.

It seems,
The information that the system previously broadcast to them was intentionally misleading.

Recently, I have been so busy at work that my head is spinning, my head is dizzy, and the content I wrote recently is relatively free (miserable). Fortunately, the copy of "Qingsi Town" will finally end tomorrow. Thank you for your persistence during this time abandon (┯_┯)