"There is something. Fortunately, I didn't rush to prepare this thing according to the techniques taught in high school chemistry class, otherwise I would be killed without knowing what happened!"
Sumo looked at the picric acid preparation flow chart with fair and fluent handwriting with lingering fear.
"Sure enough, the 404 master is awesome, this thing has so many twists and turns..."
I gathered my attention and called the system, and an illusory attribute diagram appeared next to the picric acid flow chart.
[Yellow dynamite production process]
Description: This is an explosive manufacturing diagram with a clear and rigorous process and a very scientific theory. If you strictly follow the flow chart, you can get powerful yellow explosives.
Evaluation: Fool-like production method, all you need is your hands!
"There is no problem this time. It seems that the system was damaged last time?"
After touching his head, Sumo laughed.
In the process of making explosives, if there is an oversight, the direct consequences will be house collapse and death.
"We will repair the oil well tomorrow, and in two days..."
"hey-hey..."
Thinking of the large number of kobolds chasing out of the kobold castle, only to be blown up into the sky by explosives, Somo immediately became excited.
Stand up and carefully put the flow chart into the storage space.
"It seems that the psionic water cannot be traded casually in the future. Even if it is traded, I have to make sure that no one collects it, otherwise it will be supporting the enemy."
When he came to the water tank where the psionic water was stored, Somo gritted his teeth and took out half a basin of psionic water.
Painfully, he took off his personal clothes, put them in the basin, and started scrubbing.
Visible to the naked eye, the clear psionic water quickly became turbid, and even turned completely earth-colored after three to five minutes.
"I haven't done any laundry for a week on this earth. It's not that exaggerated. The wind and sand in this plain are too strong!"
After wringing out the water on his clothes and looking at Sanxiao who was staring in this direction, Sumo pretended that nothing happened and poured the washed water along the edge of the culture medium.
Destroy corpses and eliminate traces (×)
Pour culture medium (√)
People cannot drink the turbid phantom water, but there is nothing wrong with the culture medium, and it is all absorbed in as ordered.
After thinking about it, Sumo decided to use tomorrow's share to wash the clothes outside, so that he could also water the vegetables!
After pouring some water again, brushing his teeth and wiping his face, Somo lay down comfortably on the small bed.
From the earth before the disaster to this wasteland, it has survived for 8 days.
Human beings have strong adaptability and have completely become accustomed to the rules and routines in the wasteland.
Work at sunrise and rest at sunset.
For tundra shelters, there is currently no stable fire source and no electricity. Ordinary people can only lie in bed after the sun sets and wait for the next day.
Unlike the smokeless torches created before the system, the artificial torches contain animal fats and thick black smoke which is definitely not a good lighting tool at night.
As for more advanced lighting, at this stage, it is still very wasteful to use resources on this.
"8 days... maybe it's because I'm too fast that it makes other people look so slow."
"From scratch, other shelters have developed very quickly. I hope not too many people will die in this disaster!"
Thinking of this, Sumo seemed to realize something, and stared at the stone ceiling with wandering eyes.
Unfortunately, the simple and atmospheric stone patterns cannot tell Somo the answer.
Under the warm light of the bedside, the sanctuary was extremely quiet except for the occasional cooing of small and large sparks.
After a while, Sumo silently opened World Chat and typed a message in the chat box.
[Suma: For all the surviving humans, please be careful of private shelters, fishing and law enforcement, and alien slaves!]
At the moment when he was about to send it, when his mind was about to touch the send button, Sumo deleted the message, closed his eyes, and slowly fell asleep.
People in Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou don’t believe in tears, and they won’t even believe in the end of the world.
Ever since I saw many humans silently mining in the kobold saltpeter camp, but failed to see such news on the world channel, that moment...
Sumo was actually unwilling to admit this fact.
In the cruel wasteland.
There are certainly countless foreign resource points similar to the Kobold Saltpeter Camp.
Among them, there must be several, dozens, or even hundreds of times more enslaved humans than what we see today.
Aside from the small group of people who still miss returning to the official shelter, most humans are actually unwilling to go back.
Although he is enslaved by monsters, at least he has enough to eat and drink every day. As long as he has some strength, he can continue to work in the apocalypse.
Compared to those who starve to death in the wilderness, isn't it a blessing?
Should you speak out?
Sumo didn't know.
.....
The moon sets and the sun rises.
Before eight o'clock, Sumo woke up naturally and could not sleep again.
This night, Somo slept very uneasily.
A reproach from his conscience caused him to have the same nightmare over and over again all night.
In the dream, Somo stood by the cliff, watching human beings jumping down one after another along the edge of the cliff with a smile.
Seeing countless children imitating these humans, they gradually forget that they are not "rootless ducks".
Sitting on the bedside, soft sunlight is already shining in the sanctuary.
Clench your fists!
Sumo once again opened the world chat channel and resolutely clicked send on the sentence he had not sent last night.
In the peaceful world chat, it was as if a bomb had been dropped. The players were originally discussing how to better deal with mutant beasts.
It exploded immediately!
"Damn it, hug me Su Shen from the front row, this wave, this wave is the early bird hug!"
"Su Shen, Su Shen, look at me, we are on the same channel, we look familiar. When the secret realm opens, I will have something good to trade with you!"
"Fishing law enforcement? Yesterday, someone contacted me to go to his shelter. Damn, luckily Su Shen reminded me!"
"Everyone should try to find out if there is an official shelter nearby. Private ones are not very reliable. One of my brothers went to a private shelter. He lied to me about going there at first, but he died the next day!"
"Mind your own business. It's their business to go where they like. What does it have to do with you, Somo?"
"That's right, my shelter is very good. Why don't you let everyone live in it and spread rumors here? Don't believe it. My shelter is at location XX. As long as you have the strength, you will not refuse anyone who comes!"
"I'm afraid Sumo is just a person who is looking for fame. It's just that he was lucky and won first place last time. Now he's jumping up? I wonder if the next snowstorm will kill you, you are such a bitch!"
"I am the fishing law enforcement officer. I am right here. Come and beat me. Hehe, let me see how long your hands are and how long you can still control us?"
...
The screen refresh speed, which I could still watch, is getting faster and faster.
At first, there were many people thanking me for reminding me, but after three to five minutes, it turned into a screen full of abuse.
Especially after seeing Sumo's lack of response, these people started slapping their noses and making vulgar remarks one after another.
There is a strong tendency to establish Somo as a villain and encourage everyone to criticize him!
Sumo looked at the screen with a cold face, looking at the disgusting words one by one, and once again used the last speaker of the day to speak:
[Suma: After today, if I see a private refuge where "rapists," slaves, and traitors betray humanity, regardless of good or evil, I, Somo, will kill them!!!]
"Suma, if you dare, come to my refuge... Well, that's good, Su Shen! Next time you come to my place, I'll treat you to tea!"
"You bitch, Sumo, who are you...ah, you're so awesome! Lord Su Shen doesn't remember the faults of villains. I'm just talking about it, and it doesn't count."
"Your speech is always distorted? I think you are... Well, it turns out that Su Shen is doing this for everyone's benefit, so that's okay! Whoever is scolding is going against me!"
Looking at the chat channel that was bustling with insults just a second ago, all of them suddenly stopped as if someone had choked them.
Some of the loudest and loudest idiots have shut their mouths.
With a sneer, Sumo closed the world chat.
What a person wants throughout his life is to have clear thoughts.
"I, Soma, can accept any darkness that I cannot see, but as long as you let me see it, you must die!"
"In the apocalypse, there are no rules, fists are the rules!"
"My thoughts are not clear-cut, and you will have to pay the price!"
In charge of the private messages of the dead in the Doomsday Code, Sumo silently recorded these three items, got dressed, brushed his teeth and wiped his face.
As a "good person" in a certain sense, Soma can completely forget about things he cannot see at any time.
But for the darkness you see, make sure you are 100% safe.
That light belonging to "Soma" will eventually break through the dark night of the end of the world and illuminate the hearts of all people who are blackened by ink!
