Artyom knew full well that this situation represented something that was going on.

He had been waiting for this moment, but when it actually happened, he happened to be out there.

He glanced at the door in horror - did anyone find out?

Artyom quickly dialed up, picked up the earpiece, and put it to his ear.

I hope that I can hear a different voice than usual, and I hope that this signal can bring hope to myself.

The machine clicked, and the "beep" sound returned to its original rhythm.

From that moment on, the "line was busy", never appeared again, and no one ever touched the phone again.

But Artyom still didn't put down the telephone receiver, he just changed the earpiece from the sweat-soaked ear to the frozen one, trying not to miscount.

He didn't immediately report the incident to his leadership, and now he is convinced that the frequency of the "beep" will change.

He was ordered to make the call, but a week had passed, and the purpose of his daily life was to try to accomplish the task.

If he violates the order, he will go to court, and any negligence on the part of the judge is no different from slacking off.

The phone also reminded him how long the duty would end.

Artyom didn't have a watch, and when he was on patrol, he looked at the commander's watch, and the "beep" sound in the earpiece was 5 seconds, 12 times a minute, 72 times an hour, and 3680 times a shift.

Like a large hourglass, sand flows from one sizeless glass to another.

In the narrow throat between the two invisible cups sat Artyom, who listened to the time.

Artyom refused to put down the receiver for another reason, and the commander could make a surprise attack at any moment to check on his work.

Well, what he did didn't really make any sense.

There may not be a single person on the other end of the phone line who is still alive.

Whenever Artyom closes his eyes, this image appears in front of his eyes......

He saw the stationmaster sitting in his office, which was locked from the inside, with his face buried in the table and his hand clutching Makarov's pistol.

Obviously, the ear pierced by the bullet could not hear the sound of the phone that kept ringing wildly.

The criminals at the door couldn't pry open the door, but the keyhole and the crack in the door had been opened.

The desperate cry of the old-fashioned telephone was not only audible to the people at the door, but also reached the platform, hovering over the swollen corpse......

Once upon a time, the ringing of the telephone would be drowned out by the noise of the crowd, the sound of footsteps, and the cries of children, but now nothing can disturb the corpses here except the ringing of the telephone.

The signal light flashes and flashes, which means that the battery is running dry.

Ringtones.

The bell continued to ring.

1563。 1564。

No one answered.

"Guess what!"

Commanders are the best at catching people off guard.

There are many stories about the commander in the barracks: it turns out that he is just a mercenary, but he is good at dealing with some cold weapons and disappearing in the dark.

Before settling at the Sevasdopol station, the commander had single-handedly cut off a whole set of enemy signal posts, blaming the local guards for being too rash.

Artyom jumped up, clipped the earpiece between his shoulders, saluted, and stopped counting with some regret.

The commander walked over to the watchlist, checked it, wrote a mark next to the date October 3: 922, signed it, and turned to face Artyom.

"Quiet. That is, there is no one over there. ”

"Completely unresponsive?" The Commander groaned for a moment, his brow furrowed, his neck creaking as it turned.

"I don't believe it. @·error-free start~~"

"What don't you believe in?" Artyom asked uneasily.

"I don't believe that in such a short period of time, the Dubreinin station has been infected with germs. Could it be that the plague has spread to Hanssa?

Can you imagine what would happen next if the loops were all infected? ”q캴.o

"But we.

And I don't know the truth of the facts. _o_m "Artyom is not very confident.

"Maybe everything has already happened because the communication has been cut off."

"What if it's just a phone line that fails?" The commander bowed, his fingers tapping on the table.

"Perhaps, like the one at the base."

Artyom nodded towards the tunnel leading to Sevasdopol, "I called, but there was no sound, and there was a busy line sound here, and the machine was running normally." ”

"The base doesn't seem to need us, since there won't be another one to go over, or now that the base has been destroyed, Dubrenin has also been destroyed." The command palace said lightly.

"Listen, Artyom...... If there is not a single living person left, our time of death is near. No one is going to help us, so there's no point in quarantine. What do you think? He shrugged his shoulders again.

"Isolation is a must. Although we can only stand by for now, this is the only way to alleviate the current predicament. We don't have extra forces and bullets to support our initiative. ”

Artyom was frightened by the Commander's words, and he drew a cross on his chest, remembering the Commander's actions of shooting bullets into the abdomen of deserters and then punishing them.

"That's a must, and I can't wait for this signal to come on. It can be said that the hope of the entire subway station is on this signal. The Commander muttered.

"Three more people are sick today. Two are locals and one is ours. Artyom. But Aksenov is dead. “

"Aksenov is dead?" Artyom remembered the scene of the previous battle together, choked up, and narrowed his eyes.

"His head hit the rails, and he kept saying it hurt badly." The commander continued his words faintly.

"He's not the first. How much did Chirtovsky's head hurt enough to make him get on his knees for half an hour, trying to smash it? ”

"Yes." Artyom felt sick.

"Want to throw up? Feeling weak and powerless? The commander looked concerned and pointed the flashlight in his face.

"Open your mouth. Say "Ahhh Awesome. I'm telling you, Artyom, you'd better get through this call.

Get it through, Artyom, get through Dubrein, it's better for them to tell you that Hansa has a vaccine for the disease.

Let them promise you that their medical team will be there soon.

Let them tell you that they can save all of us who are healthy, and they can cure all those who are sick.

Get us out of here, don't let us stay in this hell forever.

Let's go home and go back to our wives. You go back to Anna, and I go back to Alena and Vera. Got it, Artyom? ”

"Yes." Artyom nodded vigorously.

"Take a break.".