Life Dungeon Game

He Ao said softly.

Hearing his comment, Nissen paused, turned around, and looked at Heo, "What you did was just as romantic."

"I still hope this romance can become a reality,"

He smiled, the cold sea breeze brushing against his cheeks and seeping into the gaps in his scarf.

"Sometimes I feel like you're not like a child,"

The old man lowered his head and looked at the boy in front of him, "He looks like an old man like me."

"That's really a good thing,"

He Ao nodded, his childish voice carrying a hint of amusement, "Then I won't have to call others 'grandpa,' but others will call me 'grandpa.' When a dignified old man stands there, everyone will feel that he is trustworthy, but when I stand there, everyone will just think, 'Where did this little brat come from?'"

"But you, this 'little brat,' have earned far more 'respect' than I, this 'old man,' haven't you? And the achievements you will make in the future will be far beyond what I can match,"

Nissen looked down at the boy's thin shoulders and the strands of hair that were blowing in the wind. He reached out and slowly tightened the boy's scarf. "This scarf is beautiful."

"Well, it's beautiful."

He looked down at the scarf and nodded slightly.

The shadow in front of him then dissipated.

The time for the resentment to linger has come to an end.

He Ao turned around and looked at the silent sea behind him.

He raised his bracelet, flipped through the game catalog, and opened one of the match-3 games.

He logged into his account skillfully, reached out and clicked on the highest level from the previous passage, and started operating quickly.

With bursts of light spreading out, he quickly passed the test.

In the blink of an eye, he passed more than a dozen levels and reached level 567.

Then he got stuck at level 567.

As the number of available actions on the status bar decreased, he still failed to meet the requirements for passing the level.

In the cold, lonely night, the boy's breath condensed into a hazy white mist.

"How stupid!"

A pale white hand emerged from the mist, pointing at the level interface and laughing, "Just swap these two positions."

The boy looked up at the white mist drifting around him.

In the hazy mist, a middle-aged woman wearing a cotton skirt and holding half a scarf was bowing beside him, her eyes fixed intently on the screen in his hand.

A cool breeze blew across the sea, dispersing the hazy mist.

Silence returned once more.

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When Veri stepped out of the red sports car, she only saw a thinly dressed boy standing in the cold wind.

He exhaled a puff of white mist towards the silent night sky.

It's almost over, it's almost over. I'll try to update more these next couple of days.

Chapter 824 The Old Photo Frame's Final Chapter Unveiled (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

"You went to see the former mayor?"

Sitting in the passenger seat of the sports car, He Ao flipped through the information on his wristband and casually asked a question.

"Um,"

Sitting in the driver's seat, Veri nodded and casually switched the driving mode to automatic. "He gave me a lot of materials, including his own books and a large amount of research data on Winter City, which he annotated extensively."

She paused slightly, "Uncle Endil... he actually tried very hard to change this city."

"Based on the available information, he has actually been trying to make some 'changes',"

Hearing her words, He Ao nodded slightly, then asked thoughtfully, "Can the old mayor still intervene with the city's defense forces?"

Before being eroded, the city's defense forces were actually staunch supporters of Endir.

"It should have some influence,"

Veri thought for a moment. He Ao had just told her his general deductions, which gave her a simple understanding of the current situation. "Perhaps we can use Uncle Endil's influence to get the city defense army to do something?"

"can."

He Ao nodded.

"Then I'll contact him."

Veri raised her hand, turned on her bracelet, and sent a message.

He Ao lowered his head and continued looking at the documents.

After some fuss, Veri looked up at He Ao, who was examining the documents, and asked curiously, "Did you find anything?"

“In the last six months, the number of caravans coming to Winter has likely increased significantly compared to the same period in previous years.”

He Ao said calmly.

"Really? Is it written in these documents?"

Vera looked at He Ao with some surprise.

"He didn't write it down directly, but you can actually deduce this conclusion roughly,"

He Ao raised his wristband and transmitted some data to the sports car's main screen.

"Look, from the information you've gathered from various wilderness wanderer camps outside the city, it seems that many wilderness wanderer camps have depleted their food reserves, and many of them have mentioned that they had purchased food from grain-carrying caravans."

"And they didn't mention any natural disasters that happened this year, or that any large wilderness nomad camps were destroyed."

"what?"

Veri blinked. "What does this have to do with the number of caravans?"

"Under normal circumstances, due to the availability of exotic animals and food, the population of wilderness wanderer camps does not grow significantly,"

He Ao said slowly,

"One of the important sources of income for the Wilderness Wanderers' camp is to provide supplies to caravans along the way. Most of the time, the food produced by the Wilderness Wanderers' own factories is enough to meet the basic needs of the camp and is sold to caravans along the way."

"Because the price of grain purchased from grain caravans was often very high."

"Therefore, most of the time, wilderness nomad camps that always have a need to sell food will find a way to set up a second-hand food production line, while purchasing wild animal carcasses or naturally grown food from the surrounding wilderness nomads to provide enough food production to ensure self-sufficiency and basic sales needs."

"Unless there are special circumstances, they will not buy grain from grain caravans."

"so,"

Veri started to realize something, "The wilderness wanderer camps of the last six months"

"Is there not enough food for them? Is that why they bought expensive grain from passing grain caravans?"

"Assuming production capacity is not significantly affected, the food shortage is most likely due to a substantial increase in consumption. Under normal circumstances, the total population of wilderness nomad camps does not increase significantly due to factors such as resources and the environment."

He Ao casually remarked, "Besides their own consumption, the only other way for wilderness wanderers to consume food is by 'selling' it."

"So it's a 'caravan'?"

Veri looked up at the street under the night sky, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Because the number of caravans coming to Winter City has increased, the demand for food has increased, the original balance has been broken, and the wilderness wanderers have to buy expensive food from the grain transport caravans?"

"You reacted very quickly,"

He Ao nodded. "Good thinking."

"That is!"

Veri proudly puffed out her non-existent chest, then frowned slightly, feeling that something was amiss.

She's clearly the older sister, but somehow the conversation has turned into her being the one being 'taught'.

But before she could think about it, she heard the sound continue to come to her ears.

"Theoretically speaking, food prices in these wilderness nomad camps should be higher than in previous years, and those gathering intelligence have noticed this phenomenon,"

He Ao flipped through the data in the bracelet, "However, it doesn't mention the specific increase. If we knew the specific increase, we might be able to build an intelligent data model to deduce the approximate number of people in the increased caravan based on the price increase."

"what?"

Vera snapped out of her daze and looked at He Ao beside her. "Shall I contact them now to gather more information?"

"It might not be in time,"

He Ao shook his head, "However, it mentions that the price increase is significant and can trigger obvious price changes. There are probably quite a few 'extra' people involved."

"How come there are so many extra 'caravans'?"

Veri was a little puzzled. "It doesn't feel like the amount of things in the city has increased, and prices haven't increased either. Moreover, according to our data, the per capita consumption of food and industrial products in the Storm Zone and the Akka Zone seems to have decreased, while consumption in the Cloud Zone has remained very stable."

She vaguely sensed something was wrong and frowned slightly. "If we don't need so many supplies, why have the number of people transporting them increased?"

"These people may not be transporting supplies,"

He Ao continued flipping through the documents in his hand, "It could also be 'themselves'."

Upon hearing this, Veri paused for a moment, then realized what she meant. "You mean, these caravans aren't real caravans, but rather 'people' disguised as caravans entering the city?"

Then she paused for a moment, "There are no restrictions on entering Winter City, so why would they pretend to enter the city?"

"Perhaps they don't want certain people to know,"

He Ao looked at the information on the bracelet.

The wilderness camps that consume the most food happen to be located on the commercial road connecting Rockwell Energy Group to Winter City.

People who pose no threat will naturally not be 'covered up'.

What can be 'concealed' is most likely something that can arouse 'fear' in some people.

Various thoughts flashed through Veri's mind, and then she cautiously guessed, "Who are these people?"

What? A wanderer in the wilderness? A wanted criminal?

"It could also be, 'mercenaries'."