Chapter 12

After thinking for a long time, Chu Guang didn't think of a result.

Although the principle of generator is very simple, junior middle school students know that it is nothing more than "conductor cutting magnetic induction line movement". But it is not so simple to turn this sentence into a 10kW generator.

Ask Du Niang. All the links pushed to him are purchase links.

ha-ha.

If I can buy online, I need you to teach me which to buy?

Nothing!

After a lot of effort, Chu Guang finally found some reliable tutorials, but considering the current situation of lack of materials, none of these materials can really be used.

The time soon reached six o'clock sharp.

With the sound of the hatch opening, four players woke up.

"Study it later."

Chu Guang put down his legs on the table, sorted out his appearance in front of the picked up mirror, and calmly walked to the next room.

When he walked into the room, the four players were looking at their properties through the display screen of the training module.

"Sure enough, my gene sequence is a power system... The initial value has 7 points of power, but my intelligence attribute is only 3? But I don't feel stupid."

"This sentence doesn't sound very smart... Your beard grows too fast."

Old white's beard is really exaggerated.

Yesterday was a stubble of beard. Today it's as long as a fingernail.

"I don't know what it is. Is there a razor here?"

"Obviously not. Why don't you try with an axe?"

"Fuck off."

"I'm in the Department of agility, but I thought I was in the Department of intelligence." the chief pinched his chin and fell into meditation, as if he was thinking about something.

"I am intelligence," gale raised his hand with a bitter smile. "Is the power of 3 points too low? 7 points intelligence... I don't feel smart."

"I'm the perception department. What's the use of perception attributes? Can predict the future?" night 10 is a little depressed.

Rather than this ambiguous attribute, he would like to have a better performance in strength or agility.

No matter how bad you are, you can at least be a tank.

"It should be your intuition about the crisis. Have you forgotten how you avoided the alien sneak attack yesterday?" the leader thought, "this attribute is well used. It may be quite a bug... It's a pity for you."

"Roll the calf."

"Cough."

Chu Guang coughed and interrupted the players' conversation.

Maybe it's because I talked with them about the favor last night as a planner. The four players look at themselves differently.

For the sense of substitution of players, Chu Guang decided to continue to maintain his dignified image and continued seriously.

"Time is pressing. Let me make a long story short."

"There is a mountain of work to be done, but we don't have much time left. In order not to affect the follow-up plan, we have to finish our outpost on the surface before winter."

"Food, drinking water, fuel... These all need reserves, as well as the construction of fortifications and surface shelters."

"I've sorted out all the work to be done on the schedule. You can check it on the notice board at the entrance of the sanatorium."

Players' eyes lit up and their faces were eager to try.

The mission system is perfect?

"That's all the basic information. Is there anything else to ask? If not, we'll start."

"Wait, wait, manager!"

"Say."

He blushed at night and raised his hand.

"Excuse me, where is the toilet?"

……

Toilet.

This is really a problem.

The B1 floor of shelter 404 is more like a reception. Although there is a compartment for the culture cabin, there are no living facilities in it.

Looking at the players who rushed out of the sanatorium after they came to the surface, Chu Guang suddenly realized that with the influx of players, not only eating and drinking is a problem, but shit will soon become a big problem.

There is a public toilet on Bette street. Human and animal feces will be collected and sold to the nearby Brown farm.

After coming to the sanatorium in the Wetland Park, Chu Guang always found a safe place in the forest, but he didn't consider the problem of pulling and scattering by No. 100 people.

I don't know if I had a bad stomach. All four players limped when they came back.

"It's so hard without a pit."

"I didn't have any paper. I still wiped it with leaves... I almost didn't bleed."

“+1。”

"Grass, how do I feel hot... Do you feel it?"

"No."

"Did you wipe your ass with nettle leaves..."

"What, what are nettle leaves?"

"Nothing. Just bear it and it will pass."

“？？？”

Chu Guang listened and looked embarrassed.

He seemed to have forgotten to tell these guys that Tess could be used to wipe his ass, which was a little knowledge he had learned from the survivors of Bette street.

However, they didn't seem to give him a chance to speak.

Bear it.

It's all like this.

"Manager, sir," the chief said respectfully when he limped to Chu Guang, "I suggest that we build a toilet."

Night ten: "reconsideration!"

Lao Bai: "I agree, and with the toilet, we can dig a big pit, collect the feces, mix the plant ash and sawdust compost in it, let the aerobic bacteria and fungi decompose the organic matter and heat, and kill the pathogenic microorganisms and pathogens in the feces to make fertilizer."

Fang Chang: "that's right, and not only to produce fertilizer, we can also mix and seal some feces and organic debris, so that anaerobic bacteria can convert them into combustible methane! That's what the biogas digester in my hometown does. The biogas can be used for lighting and power generation."

"That's a good idea. You can adopt it." Chu Guang nodded approvingly.

Biogas.

He had been worried about survival before, but he forgot it.

In my impression, although there is no biogas digester on Beite street, there is brown farm next door.

Seeing the approval expression on the manager's adult face, the spirit of the four players was even more excited. You and I brainstormed one word at a time.

It is not difficult to build toilets, even biogas digesters. The only trouble is the materials for sealing and gas storage.

Fortunately, the waste soil lacks everything except plastic.

Especially beverage bottles and garbage bags.

Because burning produces toxic gases, few survivors burn this thing. At most, they use it as a fire starter.

If you look carefully, you should be able to find many in the nearby suburbs.

As a result, there is another task of picking up garbage on the task board - collecting plastic bags and bottles.

"Manager, I have an idea about the generator." the wind, who had not spoken before, suddenly said.

Chu Guang looked at him.

"Tell me."

Said the wind.

"Most cars have on-board generators. I wonder if there is a road near here? Or a parking lot. If you can find a car, this problem should be solved."

Chu Guang said.

"It's not hard to find cars. There's a parking lot near our Wetland Park, but I've seen all the cars there. There's nothing worth recycling."

"I want to try," said the wind, "if we find a generator that can work, our outpost on the surface can use electricity!"

"Then you go, but I can't let you go alone," Chu Guang glanced at the player in front of him and his eyes fell on Yeshi. "Go to the parking lot with gale."

Night ten said with great enthusiasm.

"Yes!"

The gene sequence of night ten is a perception system, and intuition about crisis can come in handy.

Before setting out, Chu Guang asked them to take two short knives for cutting grass. When they met a different species, they were easier to use than heavy axes.

In addition, Chu Guang told them again and again that if they encounter a different species, they must avoid fighting and run if they can.

But if the other party has found out and shows obvious hostility, don't leave your back to the enemy anyway.

Doing so is tantamount to suicide

With a map of the wetland park and a simple compass, the strong wind left the sanatorium with night ten.

Lao Bai and Fang Chang, who remained, looked at Chu Guang and asked.

"Lord manager, shall we continue to cut trees now, or?"

Chu Guang looked around and counted the dozens of untreated logs on the ground.

"We won't cut down trees today. We have to solve the problem of the toilet first... In this way, you go and get a shovel and axe first. I'll teach you how to do it."

……

The parking lot is southeast of the sanatorium.

For 200 years, nobody cares.

Nature has completely swallowed up here.

The roots of the trees broke through the hard concrete ground, and there were bushes and weeds, which were knee high.

Rusty vehicles are covered with vines. Through the broken windows, you can even see moss covered with seats and air-conditioning outlets.

Seeing all this, Fengfeng finally understood the words of the manager.

There is really nothing worth recycling here.

Night ten, the same face.

It's like this. You can find a ghost generator.

"Do you want to go back?"

The gale was silent for a moment and walked forward incredulously.

"Here we are."

Night ten shrugged and followed.

Having known him for so many years, his biggest impression of this netizen is that he is stubborn and doesn't know what he does in reality.

The hood of many cars in the parking lot has rusted and can't be opened at all. The strong wind searched a lot in the parking lot and found one that could barely open the cover.

But after opening the hood, he was stunned.

This is

engine?

"What's the matter?" asked Yeshi.

"It seems to be an electric engine... But it doesn't seem to be," said the gale, frowning. "Do you know cars?"

"I didn't even take the driver's license test, how can I understand this." night ten sweat said, "haven't you worked for many years and didn't buy a car?"

"I live in the dormitory, just a bike."

The strong wind continued to rummage through the hood, even went around the back of the car and lay under the car... Checked everything that could be checked.

But suddenly his hand stopped.

Noticing the expression on his face, Yeshi asked.

"What's the matter?"

"It's a little strange... I can't find the power supply." I wiped the muddy water on my face, the wind frowned and thought hard for a long time, "I can roughly find the engine, but... I can't find the power supply."

"Will it be torn down?" night 10 raised a possibility. "After all, this is waste soil for 200 years. It's normal for survivors to visit here."

"This possibility is not ruled out."

Habitually closed the hood and looked at the abandoned cars in the parking lot. The wind was very windy and complicated.

In fact, there is another possibility.

In the setting of the game background, the technological level of the pre war society was sufficiently developed, perhaps to the extent that the fixed power supply could be replaced by the remote power supply.

But either possibility is not a good thing for him.

It's impossible to expect to find a generator from the waste car body

……

The other side.

The construction of toilets has made new progress.

Under the command of Chu Guang, Lao Bai and Fang Chang first dug a big pit two meters wide and three meters long that could be buried into a person in the open space outside the sanatorium, then inserted the sawn logs around the pit as walls, and then padded some broken stones and leaves inside.

When the cesspit is repaired, the toilet is much simpler.

Chu Guang directly asked them to build two simple sheds on the side of the cesspit, and connected the next cesspit with a plastic hose removed from the outer wall of the sanatorium.

In this way, a simple toilet is completed.

"Feces and urine have to be stored separately. When mixed together, it is easy to form mud. Moreover, urine is sterile and can directly irrigate crops... But let's do it first today," Chu Guang nodded approvingly as he looked at the fruits of their labor all morning.

Lao Bai, panting with a shovel, looked at Fang Chang with a helpless face.

Although it is a 100% real virtual reality game, is it really necessary to be real to this extent?

"Bathing is also a problem... There is a water source within a kilometer nearby, but there are many different species near the water source. You have to be extra careful when taking water."

Build a bathhouse then.

Or the smell is a small thing, and it will become a big problem when you get sick.

"Manager," said Mr. Fang, raising his hand.

Chu Guang looked at him.

"What's the matter?"

"I think we should think about safety," said the mayor. "Judging from the alien we met yesterday, it's not safe on this waste land."

crap.

It's up to you.

"I know, but the problem of health should not be underestimated. There is not enough drug reserve in the shelter. If it causes infectious diseases, the consequences will be very serious."

The safety problem is not so urgent. The exotic species in the wetland park are not as active as those in the urban area. There are few survivors nearby. Even if there is danger, they can hide in the shelter.

The hygiene of more than 100 people is a big problem.

Every household in Beite Street uses iron buckets to pack water, put it on the roof to heat and disinfect, and scrub the body once every two or three days. It's not because the people there are so particular about it, but because it's too smelly and will really be kicked out.

Fang Chang and Lao Bai looked at each other.

The manager should not have cleanliness in his AI settings, right?

You have to pay attention later.

"Speaking of... There's a question I've always wanted to ask. Why doesn't such a large shelter have any material reserves?" Lao Bai interposed, "and we've been on B1 floor, other floors?"

"Other floors are not open for the time being. They will be open in the future."

Chu Guang did not explain the reason, but simply stated the facts.

Although the two players were curious, they couldn't ask, so they didn't insist. They just set it up.

At this time, the night of exploration and the wind came back.

Looking at the strong wind covered with mud, Chu Guang asked.

"How's it going? Did you find the generator?"

"I didn't find it, but I didn't get nothing at all."

With that, the strong wind opened the plastic bag picked up from the garbage can, which was full of blue mushrooms.

These mushrooms are not big, only the length of the index finger, with translucent tiny cilia on the surface. Looking along the lines, you can see the colorful luster.

Chu Guang took a look and showed a surprised expression on his face.

"Where did you get this?"

With a faint complacency on his face, the gale reported truthfully.

"There is a concrete sewer pipe near the parking lot, about the height of two people. There are a lot of these mushrooms in the pipe. I'm not sure if I can eat them, so I picked some back."

In fact, he wanted to have a taste at the beginning, but the game was so realistic that he hesitated for a long time.

"Its name is blue umbrella mushroom. Its scientific name is' Blue Angel '. It is said that people who eat it can see real angels in an hour at most."

"No doubt, unless you are an invulnerable mutant, you can't eat it."