[What hurt me was a grave digger creature.]

[Originally, they were bred for the purpose of digging out rocks on mountains and digging tunnels. Unfortunately, the genes of the second generation of these creatures mutated.]

[They are cruel and cunning, and like to dig up human graves and eat the carrion inside.]

[I was injured by the grave digger. I swung the spider's legs vigorously, but it jumped up and dodged to avoid it.]

[It used its two hind paws to firmly grasp the wood on the roof of the shed, and then attacked me again while hanging upside down.]

[Not to be outdone, I fought back as well. I cut off two fingers of its left front paw. It couldn’t feel pain, but it was still very angry.]

[Fortunately, before I came here, I had enough understanding of the various rampant monsters in the Blood Wasteland. At this time, I crawled into the house using my hands and feet.]

[The grave digger loosened the wood on the roof of the shed and jumped down towards me.

Oh my God, it made holes in the floor.]

[When it jumped up again, its hind paws were still firmly gripping the floor, which made it look a little clumsy. I took the opportunity to cut its nose again.]

[It looked extremely angry. It exerted force on its limbs, shook off the floor of its hind paws, and jumped towards me again.]

【I moved forward instead of retreating, avoiding its front paws.

However, the spider legs were left behind.]

[My scalp is numb, so I can’t fight it with bare hands.]

The "I" in the diary is different from the real Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin's usage rate of the Elf Carving Knife is quite high, otherwise he would not claim to be a little popular outside the pass.

Seeing that it was at a critical juncture, he hurriedly "gave some pointers" again.

[I stabbed its belly with the elf carving knife and drew it downward.

Its internal organs were exposed instantly, pouring all over my head and face.]

Zhao Chuanxin felt very nauseous.

That's disgusting.

[But it was still not dead. I rolled out of its belly. It wanted to kill me again, but it was obviously too weak. It paused midway, but its huge head hit me hard on the head, and I immediately passed out.

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Zhao Chuanxin closed the diary because it would not be updated.

Obviously, you need to regain your strength after you passed out.

This update, even if he was not a witness, felt like his back was wet with cold sweat.

It is simply more dangerous than fighting with Russian soldiers!

Japan, how nice would it be if you could bring a gun inside?

Huh?

Zhao Chuanxin quickly took out a rifle and pistol from his pocket technology and placed them on his desk. In addition to the gun, there was also a dozen ammunition.

He had a weird idea, and once it took root, he couldn't get rid of it.

He didn't want to do anything else, so he opened the diary and sat on the office chair to wait.

Looking at the pocket watch, about two hours have passed.

【I wake up leisurely.】

【Having a splitting headache!】

[I saw the dead grave diggers, and the internal organs and blood all over the floor. The smell made me want to vomit. I did vomit, and almost drowned myself in my own vomit.]

【I struggled to get up.】

At this moment, Zhao Chuanxin wrote: "I should get a reward, a Mosin-Nagant rifle and revolver, as well as corresponding bullets."

After writing, he found that the gun and ammunition on the table disappeared.

This puzzled him.

Obviously, guns and ammunition "entered" the diary.

However, when the items in the diary are brought out, they are still there in the diary. But when the real items are brought into the diary, they disappear in reality.

[I got a rifle, a pistol and ammunition, and finally felt a sense of security.]

Really brought it in.

The word "reward" is the key to entry and exit!

He is already convinced of this.

He still needs to prove another point, but he needs the right opportunity.

[I took out the medical supplies from my pocket technology and started treating my wounds, disinfecting and bandaging myself.]

[I took out two more pieces of bread to satisfy my hunger. I need to replenish my strength.]

The opportunity has come.

Zhao Chuanxin quickly wrote: "I need a piece of bread as a reward."

On his table, a piece of black bread appeared out of thin air. It was a bit hard bread.

Rub!

Things that can come in and out should need two attributes.

First, the word "reward" serves as the key. Second, it must be something that objectively belongs to him and is undisputed.

For example, if an object is in someone else's hand and he goes to rob it, he will definitely not be able to take it out or take it in while the two parties are fighting for it.

[I only have one piece of bread now, I have to get another piece from Pocket Technology, so I can’t go hungry.]

Zhao Chuanxin's body was shaken.

Still different.

If it is a reward clearly given by the task, it will be a projection, both worlds exist.

If it were not for the mission rewards, entering and exiting the two worlds, one of the worlds would be lost.

I picked up the bread on my desk and tasted it, but it didn’t taste good.

Alas, the "me" in the diary is really suffering.

[After eating and drinking, I began to observe this room.]

[The house is not big, and it doesn’t even have a kitchen. Cooking needs to be done outside. But I think the pot on the stove outside has long been snatched away by the Blood Shang in the Blood Wasteland.]

[There is a wardrobe and a bed. I moved the wardrobe in front of the door and blocked the door to prevent monsters from coming in and attacking me.]

[When I moved the wardrobe, I saw that the hole in the floor that had been lifted up by the grave diggers was dark, and there seemed to be space underneath.]

[I took a pistol and went down to investigate, and found that there was indeed something else.]

[There is a step here that goes all the way down.]

[What appeared in front of me were tables and cabinets. There were many bottles and jars, and some were filled with unknown creatures. Their bodies had been swollen and whitened by the potion.]<

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[I am convinced this is a biological laboratory.]

[On the lab table, I found a notebook.]

[I opened the notes to check.]

As soon as he opened it, Zhao Chuanxin used the "key" and "took out" the notes.

This feeling is quite amazing.

This was a notebook with yellowed paper. After opening it, he found that he could not understand the text inside.

Rub!

He used the "key" to "send" it back.

[The front page of the diary reads: Don’t enter that world with any emotions. Life should be born in peace. Release it, release it, release the energy of cell division. Although stupid humans will never understand that chaos is just labor pain, because they are mixed

Too much emotion! Let it break out, let it break out, hypocritical people, even to death they will not be able to see the light that shines on the world when it reaches the end...]

The homepage seems to be a poem, but who can explain the civilization of another world?

Anyway, Zhao Chuanxin can’t understand it.

Vaguely, I just felt that this person looked like an angry young man.

[The second page reads: I was expelled by them. I disguised myself as a farmer and continued my experiment...]

After that, Zhao Chuanxin couldn't understand again. It was this person's biological experiment process.

He couldn't understand the terminology, but some of the keywords were quite interesting.

It seems that other biological scientists are devoted to studying life forms that have no emotions, do not know how to distinguish between good and bad, and only know how to work.
To be continued...