Waste Strong Foundation

"Are you awake? How are you feeling?"

Hearing these words in a daze, Hu Yang recalled some kind of memory engraved in his DNA, jumped up and sat up with his eyes wide open.

It feels good.

Thanks to the country, thanks to the doctors and nurses, and to the passers-by who helped call the car. He is fine, but his blood pressure is a little low.

Xiao Shi put the fruit basket on the bedside table, and politely introduced himself: "Hello, I'm taking the liberty to visit. I'm Shi Ke, Fang Pangshi."

Hu Yang: "...Hello, hello. Who are you? Wait, did you catch that kid last night? His condition is not right!"

Xiao Shi stopped Hu Yang, "Don't move around, the doctor said that you are in good health, and you will be discharged from the hospital the day after tomorrow at most. The child... you are talking about him?"

Hu Yang looked along Xiao Shi's hand without knowing why.

The teenager, who had changed into a white T-shirt and black shorts, sat cross-legged on a chair and watched TV intently, asking questions.

The patients on the left and right beds have just been discharged from the hospital in the morning, and the beds need to be disinfected for two hours, so there is only Populus euphratica in the room.

The nurse who was in charge of cooking meals for the patients poked his head in and looked around. Seeing the weird atmosphere in this room, he decided to withdraw after thinking about it, not daring to earn the money.

Hey, the unlucky brat stabbed someone and pretended to be fine!

Hu Yang was so angry that he recognized Xiao Shi as a plainclothes policeman, grabbed his hand and said excitedly: "You need to help me, it's just a disaster for no reason - my stomach is numb - oh, I will be discharged from the hospital the day after tomorrow - hey I Where's the phone? It's over! The luggage is still at the train station!"

Xiao Shi shook his head, thinking that this person could really talk to himself, and took out a newly printed non-disclosure agreement from his bag.

Hu Yang leaned forward and glanced twice, and saw the special chapter of a certain research center, with question marks all over his face: "???"

Xiao Shi: "Last night's matter involved some internal secrets, and the leader sent me to deal with it. Don't be nervous, just ask for your opinion."

Hu Yang lay back on the bed clutching his tingling stomach, pondered for a long time, and said blankly:

"Oh. Is it true? I, I... must know everything! But I'm just passing by, and I'm not a local."

Although he didn't regret "meddling his own business", he didn't know that he was about to go to the research center with this unlucky kid to cooperate with the investigation.

Xiao Shi raised his hand to look at the smart watch, replied briefly to the director's email, and said with a smile, "Are you still dizzy? Let's lie down for a while."

Hu Yang: "Okay, I'll lie down, but my phone..."

"We will help you temporarily freeze all important accounts, including your bank card." Xiao Shi handed him his tablet.

Hu Yang was sleepy, obediently took the tablet to pass the time, and clicked into the official website of "Waste" in the browser favorites.

Subconsciously, he didn't want to cause more trouble, so he didn't ask Xiao Shi why he saved the official website and derivative website of a "niche game".

Long live the online hustle and bustle.

The conflict outside the People's Park last night seemed to exist only in his memory.

The homepage of the discussion board is full of posts related to the new map of Wangcheng, scrolling and refreshing in seconds, and it is too late to like each one.

Among them, a new post posted an hour and a half ago was manually pushed to the top by players who responded enthusiastically.

#I announce: The new NPC Phoenix is ​​an old pick (fist) (fist)

[really]

[hard to disagree]

[The Player Protection Association expresses strong condemnation, we do not take the blame, thank you]

[As soon as I went online, I asked, Master Fei, what happened (stunned) Why did the flood come as soon as it was said (kneeling)]

[How can the flood be counted on the player's head? It's not good to be too realistic for the game to be regarded as the God of Plague (sweat) for the first time after growing up so big]

[Fortunately, Dayu ignored the provocation of the old dog Fenghuang, moved to tears]

[Stop playing tricks, how do you play now?It’s so scary, it’s so dark outside the tent that you can’t see anything]

[Go out and get a courier, when the flood subsides and go online again]

……

Today is the first time that the number of online users of the game "Trash" has dropped significantly since the server was launched.

For nothing else, players can only hide and chat in tents or carriages under extreme weather, and people and tents are blown away from time to time.

The most unacceptable thing for players is that some people died due to sudden natural disasters, and some people were engulfed by the flood and are still missing.

Players have never seen such a battle, even if they emphasize that "Trash" is just a virtual world, it is difficult to maintain absolute indifference.

They are all living lives.

When they set up the tent yesterday, some even brought water and food, and the two sides talked with each other with gestures and guesses.

Although not on one communication channel most of the time.

No wonder some players complained sincerely in the forum, feeling that it may not be a good thing for holographic games to be 100% real.

We all know that the Yellow River is the most difficult river to tame, and it has frequently diverted its course for 5000 years, causing harm to the coast.

This year's rainy season came urgently, and Yinglong, who was able to control the Yellow River, was beheaded by Dijun himself.

It's just that Fei Mingqiu didn't expect that he went to the People's Park in the modern world for a walk, and when he came back, he encountered a natural disaster.

If Shang Yuan hadn't been staring at him and pulling him, he would have been washed away by the flood just now!

Modern research speculates that the period of Yao and Shun was in the stage of global climate cooling, and there was a lot of precipitation. Some scholars call it the First Dark Age (the first dark age). The Xia Dynasty.

It is cruel and bloody, but also implies new hope and vitality.

It's a pity that the peaceful era of Kyushu's unification is still far away from Fei Mingqiu and Shang Yuan.

What was before them was a raging, unprecedented flood.

and cities that are about to be flooded.

There is no need for Fei Mingqiu to issue tasks, many players have already dived into the water to save people, or helped the people dig ditches to drain water with the acquired abilities.

Difficult roads and blue strands, to open up the mountains and forests.

In the past, players only knew that their ancestors were not easy, but they didn't know that human life was worthless in the face of natural disasters, and a heavy rain would kill a large area.

This confrontation between man and heaven came to an end with the failure of man.

After two consecutive days of heavy rain, the momentum of the flood weakened slightly, leaving an earthen city full of mud, sand and rocks.

The grass cottages and wooden houses were collapsed by water, and the house built on the highest point was in better condition, full of hungry men, women and children.

The high priest lay on the animal skin and moaned with his eyes closed. He didn't eat or drink to see the injuries of hundreds of clansmen, and he couldn't hold on anymore.

The priests who followed him to learn medical skills were very busy, and it seemed that they couldn't last long.

The player is not online, and the metal dolls holding the player's consciousness are washed everywhere by the flood, and most of the dolls need to be repaired.

Shortage of manpower.

Whether it is Dayu's side or the player's side, there is a shortage of manpower.

Fei Mingqiu issued an announcement to add rewards for launching special plots and special compensation for previous players who voluntarily rescued the common people.

He and Shang Yuan divided the work of repairing the dolls. Even though they were next to each other during the day, they seldom spoke.

After working hard for more than ten hours, Fei Mingqiu was really sleepy.

He clenched his fist and beat his heart and collarbone, leaning on Shang Yuan's back, "No way. It's up to you, I'll sleep for a while."

Shang Yuan paused, put his back on the young man's waist, and immediately heard the sound of gentle breathing, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Xiao Jing?—Ming Qiu?"

Fei Mingqiu had already fallen asleep.

Shang Yuan didn't dare to move, and continued to repair the player's limbs in a hunched posture. The shape of the mechanical joints at the wrist was especially obvious when exerting force.