I rely on copies to build infrastructure

At nine o'clock in the evening, the melting pot festival started on time again.

But the diners who came to the underground city today are destined to be a disappointment.They stepped out of the tram excitedly, but what they saw were many dungeon nobles wearing top hats.According to the principle of wasteland classification, civilians cannot approach the places where nobles gather. From the melting pot square to the food street, all roads are blocked, and the diners have to return disappointed.

As a result, today's Steam Festival has become extremely quiet, without any bustling crowds, without any carnival atmosphere, everything is like a silently running machine, rigid and orderly.

The gentlemen lined up, tasted the food of each store one by one, and then gave their ratings politely.

Shop No. [-] still has the highest score.

The two high-ranking leaders affirmed the taste of No. [-] store, so their opinions naturally led the trend. The score of No. [-] store was top notch, while Qin Xiaolu, who lost his favor because of mixing sand, fished in troubled waters Midstream position.

Today's worst is store No. 3, the short and fat man who sent his partner to the melting pot on the first day, this time he couldn't escape again, and turned into bright fireworks on the melting pot.

The gentlemen admired for a while, and did not leave immediately. Instead, they invited players from several shops to work in the dungeon. They were responsible for teaching the chefs in the dungeon to make food that could generate steam, and returned to the food street on the day of the steam festival.

As compensation, the dungeon will provide the players with food, clothing, housing and transportation, and they will not have to participate in the cruel competition in the dungeon during work.Unfortunately, Qin Lu's NO.17 store was not among those invited, so he could only watch the tenth group, the fifth group and the blonde girl accept the invitation flattered.

It's over, the final payment can't be received.

Qin Xiaolu sighed.

He and the blond girl agreed to hand over the last card tomorrow night. Now that the blond girl is going to work in the dungeon, she will never need them to provide ingredients in the future, so the card business is probably gone.

After midnight, the food street suddenly became deserted. The three groups of players followed the nobles of the wasteland to the underground world that night, and only four groups of players 1, 4, 7, and 17 remained on the top.

Except for the two Gasols in the first group whose gender is unknown, the rest are purely male groups. It is foreseeable that the competition will be more intense tomorrow.

On the morning of the fifth day, Zun Zang, who had been missing for a whole day, appeared in the backyard.

"Yo, I know I'm home."

Qin Lu teased him.

Dirty responded, chopping wood without looking up, with an absent-minded look on his face.

Qin Lu moved a small bench and sat down.

"Last night, three groups of people were invited to make food in the dungeon. Wasteland City discovered the power of food. What are you upset about, Nailin?"

"What's there to be happy about, it's like this every time, there will be no results..."

Just halfway through speaking, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Qin Lu in astonishment.

"You...you...who is your name?"

"Calling you, Nerin."

Qin Xiaolu grinned.

"The greatest craftsman in the history of the wasteland, the designer and builder of the Great Furnace, Dirty, you have such a glorious history, why don't you tell me?"

"What's there to say."

Dirty lowered his head.

"Nailin is dead, ten years after the era of the nuclear explosion, because he and some warriors died in the wasteland city because of the high-frequency radiation in the city's construction. But the people who enjoyed the benefits took back the money given to him Honor, now he's called the Sinner of the Wasteland, the worst liar ever, Narin the Great Liar."

"I'm not Nairin, and I don't know what I am. When I wake up, I have the memory of Nairin, and I am not afraid of radiation. It has been 300 years since Nairin passed away. In 300 years, his bones have probably been decomposed. So, I guess I'm probably the carrier he created... or something else, to wait for a result he wants to see instead of him."

When Dirty said this, Qin Lu's smile disappeared.

He didn't expect that Nairin's story turned out to be a tragedy. A person who dedicated his life to the Wasteland City was finally abandoned by his fellow countrymen under his protection and suffered stigma and slander. No wonder Dirty doesn't like to see people.

"Nairin's wish..."

Qin Lu paused, and tried to ask.

"Is it to let the citizens of the wasteland produce their own steam and restore the ecological cycle of the aboveground city?"

Hearing what he said, Dirty raised his eyes in surprise.

He nodded.

"I didn't expect you to guess it."

"Since you guessed it, then I say it's not against the rules."

"This is Nairin's idea. By embedding the human body's self-circulation into the large surface circulation, it can provide energy for the melting pot to maintain the barrier, and slowly repair the damaged ecological chain."

"But he failed."

"He didn't fail."

Qin Lu shook his head slightly.

"On the first day and the third day of the festival, the cyborg who came to eat produced a certain amount of steam because of pleasure, which proves that it is feasible to generate steam by yourself."

"I didn't say it couldn't be done."

Dirty lowered his head.

"But this method is not sustainable, and many people do not accept the uncertainty of obtaining steam, and risk being irradiated in order to obtain steam. In the end, some people will experience the problem of steam reduction instead."

Dirty paused, then continued.

"According to Nairin's research, self-produced steam is related to emotional value. Positive emotions will increase steam, and negative emotions will deplete it. However, this is not a general rule. He has not had time to verify his ideas. died."

"In the next few years, the warriors who were responsible for building and searching for food died one after another due to radiation and pollution, so everyone felt that expanding the territory was full of danger and hardship. No one took any risk of reducing steam to the underground city, so this place was abandoned. gone."

"However, after all, Nailin has left behind a lot of resources. High-energy fossil mines were discovered in the east area. The ore mined can provide energy for the melting furnace, so the mountains in the east area were dug into mines, and all the way down along the veins. , has been extended to the underground city."

"No one wants to deal with the sewage, so the sewage is directly discharged into the ocean in the western region, as well as forests, vegetation, and everything that can be used as energy is fed to the melting pot, and then you strangers."

"The wasteland city's energy is almost exhausted, and the barriers and steam produced by the great furnace are constantly being consumed. If there is no new energy source, the city will soon lose its protection and be exposed to the real wasteland outside. middle."

Having said that, Di Zun paused, his face was full of exhaustion.

"Those people have already prepared for the worst. The underground city is a new fortress, and all resources are concentrated."

"But how long can it last?"

Qin Lu was silent.

He wanted to comfort Dirty, but he didn't know what to say, so he forced a smile.

"There is no need to be so pessimistic. Wasteland rules invite players to go to the dungeon to teach how to make food. Isn't this just wanting to be self-reliant?"

Hearing him ask this, a smile uglier than crying appeared on Dirty's face.

"Self-reliance, what's that?"

"Who is willing to really pay the price, even if it is a trivial labor, for those who are used to sitting back and reaping the rewards?"

He paused and asked suddenly.

"Do you want to go to the dungeon too?"

Qin Lu was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

"Of course, I want to see what the dungeon looks like."

"But I don't want to go down as an invited group."

"I know."

Dirty nodded, with a look of doubt on his face.

"You are really strange people. You are obviously able to complete the task perfectly, but you keep your hands everywhere, otherwise you would have been invited to the dungeon long ago."

Hearing what he said, Qin Lu shook his head.

"It's not that we're weird, but we don't want to get involved in the troubles of the dungeon."

"We are leaving after the last day of celebration. We have no interest in the politics of the dungeon, nor do we intend to be targeted."

"To be honest, I think your thinking is very strange. It is obvious that the critical moment has come, why are you still fighting over meaningless things? Once the melting pot is shut down, everything will disappear."

Dirty didn't even get angry when he said that.

He thought about it.

"I can take you to the underground city. Through special channels, you can see the whole picture of the underground city, but you cannot contact the citizens."

"What about the conditions?"

Qin Lu asked.

"The condition is that you tell me the secret of producing your own steam. I have seen many people like you. They have also successfully made food for citizens, but the menu does not work for everyone. Most people eat it for a while , no more steam will be produced.”

He paused and added another sentence.

"This is Nairin's doubts, and I still can't figure it out."

--Ding.

The system prompt sounded, and the exploration progress of NO.17 store was updated again.

Qin Lu gained [-]% of the exploration bar because he probably guessed Dirty's identity. Later, because he guided Dirty to tell about Li and Nailin's past, the progress bar increased by another [-]%, reaching the Risk challenge requirements.

This time, he didn't need to click on it himself, the challenge question was automatically triggered and hung high on the top of the notebook.

——Risk Challenge (1/1), please answer the question of "Nai Lin" within 24 hours.

——How to maintain self-produced steam for a long time?

After closing the virtual notebook, Qin Lu nodded.

He looked at Di Di beside him, his face full of candor.

"I'll try my best. Although I have guesses, my thoughts cannot be guaranteed to be accurate."

"I want to go to the dungeon first. I still have some doubts in my mind. I need to go to the dungeon to verify."

"No problem." Dirty nodded cheerfully, led him into the woodshed in the backyard, and then pulled off the cover of the cellar.

"This is a maintenance well, which can be connected to the main pipeline of the underground city. It was originally built by Nairin to debug the pipeline system of the underground city. It can still be used after 300 years."

"I would go down occasionally to have a look. There is no one inside. Everything in Wasteland City is automatic. As long as the furnace does not stop running, this machine will not malfunction."

"But you must keep quiet after you go down, so as not to be discovered by the citizens."