I live in the wilderness of interstellar live broadcast

Humans are a species that relies on transactions to survive.

Payment, return, equivalent or unequal exchange, human favor or commodity exchange.

That's called socializing.

Most people must maintain some form of social activities with a certain frequency in order to get a sense of security on which to survive

Even if it is the end of the world.

Survivors will choose a place where they can hide and escape during the day when the interval between zombie activities is prolonged, gather with their belongings, and exchange information and needed supplies with each other.

"Bazaar" is a common name for everyone. Occasionally, some people give it an alias of "ghost market" with extra leisure.

This small-scale market with only a few or a dozen people is the most peaceful social occasion in the last days.

When the weather is hot, the market will appear more frequently.

Qi Guang knew how to find such a place.

Heath turned into a white bird and landed on Qi Guang's shoulder, looking around curiously.

The time when the market opens is when the sun is at its brightest.The heat will make the zombies less active, and even if there are a dozen or so humans gathered, they won't bother to crawl out of their hiding places to look for food.

The location is the edge of Shen Hainong's experimental field.

A short brick house, after cleaning, it becomes a ready-made square for stalls.

There were twelve or thirteen people in the room, and there were two or three wandering outside. Unlike Heath's imagined decadence or hysteria, the people who appeared here looked calm, and there was a sharp and patient breath in the air.

The clothes are clean and the movements are neat, like weapons stuffed into a small box, trying to avoid stabbing each other.

It was very similar to the burning aura of Qi Guang when Heath saw Qi Guang for the first time, sparks flickering in the ashes.

A somewhat active bird obviously doesn't quite fit that.

But Qi Guang didn't intend to sell it, so no one would take a second look.

Qi Guang delivered a small bag of corn to the middleman standing at the door—that is, the person who cleaned up most of the zombies in the vicinity and organized the market—and told the other party what he needed and what he could get. s things.

The tall and strong man who was much taller than Qi Guang nodded and walked into the crowd.

The intermediary knows what all the sellers here are going to sell. If Qi Guang came here purely to buy something, paying a small price to find an intermediary can save a lot of time and energy.

Qi Guang successfully exchanged another bag of corn kernels for a dilapidated notebook. The blood stains on the corners somewhat hinted at something, but the little man who sold it only claimed that it was accidentally splashed on the notebook when he was injured.

It wouldn't be a lie to say that, after all, he didn't name who got the blood when he was injured.

There are several other versions of the treasure map on the note, which can be compared with the ones Heath has in hand, and add a little new content to the answer.

And in the semi-finished map that was drawn, after the system scans, the nearest suspected point looks as if it is close at hand.

"This is..." Qi Guang zoomed in on the map to look at it, mobilizing his memory of the topography around Shen City, "near Ninggang in Jiang Province?"

He is not particularly sure. Ninggang is one of the largest coastal ports in the country, and the cargo handled is calculated in billions of tons. Ships come and go before the end of the world, and it doesn't look like a place where things can be hidden.

But the scenery is good.

Qi Guang pushed Heath's notebook to the side calmly, "It's quite close, you can go and have a look."

"Maybe it's not, I just figured it out." Heath struggled between Qi Guang and the notebook, thinking that he had solved half of the problem.

Like a young man who wants to fall in love and is addicted to games, facing the soul torture of who will you save first when I and the game fall into the water.

"Treasures can't run away." Qi Guang bit the tip of Heath's ear and rubbed it slowly, "Huh?"

His tone was somewhat coaxing, which made people feel as if they were being invited to elope by him.

Knowing that she was being tempted, she couldn't help but take the initiative to fall into it.

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So... what does this have to do with me?

Su Bai looked at the map with the steering wheel, puzzled.

He had already given up on searching for that treasure. Originally, looking for treasure was to find sustenance for his empty life in the last days. Compared with distant treasures, wouldn't fluffy cats and fluffy dogs be more delicious?

Looking at the poodle wagging its tail happily on the co-pilot, Su Bai felt a little pity for the dogs who ran behind the car.

——The cat jumped on the roof of the car early in the morning and lay on its stomach. With its good balance and slow speed, it quite felt the joy of a domestic cat sitting on the robot vacuum cleaner.

The cat yawned, too lazy to laugh at the barking on the ground.

But for the dogs, this kind of jogging like eating and drinking after a meal is not a strenuous exercise at all, it is more like a happy play with two-legged beasts - they don't eat and sleep like the meow, Dogs always have boundless energy to squander.

In comparison, even the speed is a bit too slow.

The car was remodeled from a scrap car dragged back by Qi Guang from the side of the road. There is no shortage of all kinds of vehicles on the streets in the last days, but it is inevitable that there will be some small problems of one kind or another due to the wind and sun and the years of disrepair. Bang Dang, bumping like a caravan on the road.

Shaking any further, Heath felt sleepy.

It is not far from the university city in the port area to Ninggang, and there is a direct coastal expressway. Even at the current speed and road conditions, it will take less than a day to reach the destination.

Like a short trip.

The end of the world did not interfere with the travel scenery at all. Looking out of the car window, one side is boundless blue sea and the other side is full of greenery. The white feathers of seagulls are dotted between the waves, and the gap between tall trees and low shrubs is like flowing sunlight. fall.

Heath's wings are a little itchy - this kind of weather, this kind of scenery, is most suitable for flying high, first chasing the birds and then chasing the sea breeze, the sun will coat the wings with a layer of brilliant gold.

But Qi Guang was sitting next to him, so Heath hesitated.

Such an inefficient way of traveling and not being able to do other things provided him with enough time that he couldn't get enough, and the narrow back seat also made him have to curl his wings and sit side by side with Qi Guang.

To be honest, it made him feel a little nervous.

Qi Guang let Heath come closer, and released the small footage from the live broadcast to chase the seagull.

He rarely puts himself in the camera when he is too close to Heath, even if it is true that all StarCraft knows what his relationship with Heath is.

[Second Earth] After the official star network launched, the main source of Qi Guang's points has changed from live broadcast to this large-scale simulated scene. Compared with the live broadcast that can only follow the camera's perspective, more people are still more addicted to the real simulated scene .

And in the simulated scenario, the earth with ruins of buildings, remains of civilization, and traces of human activities is actually more in line with the fantasy of the human race about the parent planet.

They can try to grow something in it, raise something, some choose to be happy scavengers, collecting rare and small objects left by human beings, and some clean up the messy house, making it look like it was before the end of the world.

They imagine how the ancestors of the human species lived here, how the city rises and falls—as if the human species had never left home, and they were still an inseparable part of this planet.

Due to the large number of people online, Qi Guang also copied a few extra backups for diversion, so as to prevent everyone from being crowded together and stuck.

To be honest, you can earn a lot more from Second Earth than live broadcasts. After all, games are more addictive than live broadcasts, especially those with a high degree of freedom.

When Qi Guang was thinking about whether to add an anti-addiction to Second Earth, he could gradually see the shadow of a boat moored by the sea in the distance.