Wasteland Development Diary

Zhou Yi's vacation destination was Old Chongqing, located in the southeastern seabed.

He had previously visited Coral Mouth in his kobold form, but he preferred the underwater city of the old humans to the surface cities.

Before leaving, Zhou Yi entrusted the company affairs to Kestrel and Gong Zheng.

Listen to Kestrel for external matters, and rely on Gong Zheng for internal affairs.

With the arrangements made, he packed a travel bag, hopped on his bicycle, and leisurely returned to the Dead Sea.

...

The seabed was piled with a large amount of dust and gravel, but the road surface was well-preserved due to the protective light film.

As long as he found the roads built by humans, he could ride on them without any obstacles.

Zhou Yi had originally wanted to bring Kestrel with him.

However, his partner had been extremely busy lately, serving as the company's foreign trade minister and racing against time to study online courses to prepare for the annual Zen meditation test.

In the end, he had to travel alone.

Without Kestrel's navigation and scouting, finding the way was much more troublesome.

Fortunately, the scavenging team had been exploring towards Chongqing, placing guide markers along the way, allowing him to travel to the city along the main road.

Although he lacked navigation and positioning, his general direction was correct.

If there were any emergencies in the rear, Kestrel would fly over to find him.

Zhou Yi rode his bike to the former RT-Mart and then headed south.

Now his physical fitness was excellent, and he hardly felt any fatigue.

Once on the highway, he began to pedal faster.

On the mist-shrouded, empty road, only this one bicycle was traveling alone.

Zhou Yi summoned Microphone King and turned on the music player.

Xiao Fu was also switched out to get some air and chat along the way.

It said, "We Streamwalkers don't have the concept of vacation. Vacation should be an interval between labors, right? In that case, we actually have them too."

"But it's different from your way. We Streamwalkers like to find some lower life forms and do blind box simulations."

"Blind box simulation is a random selection process. In a relatively closed environment, we投放(toufang, a verb meaning 'throw in', 'put in', 'cast') similar lower life forms and let them interact, collaborate, and survive."

"The key to the blind box is not to observe, because observation will cause the results to converge. Sometimes the result is destruction, sometimes nothing changes, and sometimes we can get some new intermediate life forms... In general, if we can get new life, it's like cultivating a fire seed."

Zhou Yi thought it was electronic cricket fighting, but it turned out to be raising Gu.

"Were the bone people Jacob and the others created using this blind box simulation?"

"Yes."

The Streamwalker explained, "I didn't expect them to kill each other when they developed to a certain extent. Later, I changed my strategy and interfered with them, turning them into bait to attract external fire seeds. The results were not satisfactory."

Zhou Yi asked again, "What is the principle of blind box simulation?"

"Just like the name suggests, we don't know what the core mechanism is, we only know that the less observation, the better the effect, and the more likely special changes will occur."

Xiao Fu said, "This is a technology we obtained from a destroyed civilization. They also only knew how to use it and didn't know the principle behind it."

"They believed that if an entire world was enclosed in a blind box, then the entire world would give birth to an artificial Great Holy Spirit."

"In other words, they believed that this is how the Great Holy Spirit was born."

Zhou Yi couldn't help but be curious, "How was this civilization destroyed?"

"Also because of blind box simulation."

Xiao Fu said, "The [Blind Box Civilization] itself was a powerful civilization. They created a large number of blind box areas in their world, even putting main life forms, even cities and countries into them, wanting to break through existing ranks in this way. In the end, they created many bizarre creatures that they couldn't control, and these creatures led to their destruction."

Zhou Yi also said, "Technology is a double-edged sword, we still have to use it carefully."

"Right."

The Streamwalker agreed with Zhou Yi on this point, "So it's safer to choose lower life forms."

"This is a random test to stimulate life, which can be used for comparative research. If you want to use this method to transform the entire civilization and give birth to life beyond the current stage, it will only cause everyone's gambling to get bigger and bigger, eventually leading to destruction."

"A life or a civilization can only master the power it can understand. Exceeding cognition will only turn it into a vassal of power."

"Blind box simulation is a way to understand new worlds. For us, it's entertainment and vacation."

Xiao Fu added, "In the past, some of my kind would choose even lower-level creatures, which in this case would probably be sand rats and ordinary insects. If intelligent species can be born through blind box simulation, we are their creators and can use them to develop this world."

"It just takes too long."

"Unfortunately, the test I did with the bone people failed. Their intelligence was a bit too high. The bone people's intelligence and cognitive development speed are much faster than I thought. They are a very strange species. Although their physiological structure is very simple, they are not weak in the field of consciousness."

It was a bit regretful.

Zhou Yi and Xiao Fu chatted all the way.

The bicycle traveled along the main road, identified by the road signs and markers left by the scavenging team.

Zhou Yi rode past the Lan Hai Expressway, from the Shizishan Interchange all the way to the Wujiang Interchange, crossed the now light-streaming Jialing River, and arrived at the ancient town of Ciqikou.

This was the first stop on his trip.

Zhou Yi had never been to Chongqing before, but he knew that some of the more famous places included Ciqikou, Hongyadong, and Jiefangbei, as well as the beautiful Chongqing girls with fiery personalities.

In the past, the worst thing about traveling was crowded scenic spots, where everything was noisy.

The wasteland era had become another extreme, with absolutely no one around. Except for the perennial fog and dead light, everything was dead silent.

Ciqikou's gate was a stone archway, with several lanterns still hanging on it, which the bone fish had not broken.

Bone fish and samurai crabs, like other underwater light-nano species, generally do not engage in meaningless destruction; they usually choose to avoid obstacles.

Zhou Yi suddenly noticed that there were words written on the stone lions under the archway.

He stopped to examine them carefully.

Scrawled Chinese characters were written on the stone head.

--Is anyone there? Please answer if you see this.

The text was written with a black, thick, oily pen, and the handwriting was ugly, but the meaning was clear.

Zhou Yi frowned. He looked around and found the same handwriting on the stone tablet behind the archway.

--I am Chinese.

Huh?

Could it be that some surviving Chinese people had come here, looking for other survivors in Old Chongqing?

Zhou Yi rode his bike onto the stone-paved road, which was covered in thick dust.

Along the way, he observed that many buildings, stone slabs, and walls were covered in Chinese characters.

--I went to school.

--Teacher, hello.

--Classmate, hello.

--Our motherland has 56 ethnic groups.

--The sun shines brightly, the flowers smile at me.

--The little bird says, early, early, early.

...

The more Zhou Yi looked, the stranger it felt.

It was as if a primary school student was scribbling everywhere, writing the characters he had just learned.

These characters were also accompanied by guiding arrow marks.

Following these arrows, Zhou Yi rode all the way out of Ciqikou, came to the outer Shabin Road, and headed east along the Jialing River.

This road of houses are left with striking text.

But people who do not recognize, I am afraid that the fundamental can not understand the meaning of which.

For example, the "heaven, earth, man", "you, I, him" and "sun, moon, water, fire" written on the high wall, even if you can read Chinese, you can not understand the meaning of which.

Only Zhou Yi, like this from prehistoric humans to understand that this is actually the elementary basic literacy class on the language textbook.

This is equivalent to the secret code between the Chinese in the old era.

Zhou Yi rode all the way, came to a group of stilt house buildings next to.

It turned out to be Hongyadong.

It was dark here, with only the dim light brought by the dead light and mist, unlike the bright and dazzling images seen on the Internet in the past, becoming gloomy and mysterious.

It can only be said that lighting is too important for people and buildings.

Zhou Yi saw that the outer walls of Hongyadong were covered with Chinese characters, and this large building complex built on the mountain was like tombstones, as if sealing some monster.

All the words eventually pointed here.

Zhou Yi put his palm on the outer wall of the building.

Energy input.

Failed.

It is not a building life.

That is to say, other life left these words.

Zhou Yi turned on the [Radio] and adjusted it to channel 5.

Then a series of near-box garden-style scenes appeared in front of him, as if it were a situation comedy simultaneously opened in different studios.

He looked up.

There were bone fish swimming in the distance, and samurai crabs crawling and rummaging underground... all very common seabed creatures.

The signals they emitted were also very simple, either [I eat, I eat, I eat] or [Find a place to sleep].

The most important scene was inside Hongyadong.

Inside, there was an upright creature, using a brush dipped in red paint to write on a white wall.

--Being a hero in life, and a ghost among the dead. Even now I think of Xiang Yu, who refused to cross the river east.

The writing was vigorous and upright.

This poet had a slender neck, like an upright lizard.

Its claws firmly grasped the brush used as a pen, its body stood very steady, and its tail provided support and balance.

It was a long-necked crocodile.

It was a small one, only about 1.4 meters tall when standing upright.

The upright, poetry-writing long-necked crocodile wore a black robe, and a white pendant hung around its neck with a rope.

Zhou Yi was confused.

Was this long-necked crocodile teaching itself Chinese?