"Well, this is the radio." Lusakov pulled out a dirty radio from the cargo rack.

The moment he came out, there were wisps of dust, which suddenly made Sasha cover her mouth and nose and take a few steps back.

Even Alcohen saw it and slapped it a few times with his palm in the dust.

Seeing this, Lusakov smiled a little embarrassedly.

It was covered in dust and unknown oil.

And one of the two antennas in one corner doesn't know where it went?

Only one is left standing strong there, but I don't know if it can still play its proper role?

Seeing this tragic situation, if it is said that it has experienced battlefield fire, Alcohen believes it.

With a look of disgust and anticipation, he took the radio in Lusakov's hand.

Seeing that there was nothing to wipe around, he directly wiped the dust on it with the palm of his hand.

Then he grabbed the ball on top of the antenna with his fingers and twisted it.

And pull it to the top.

Then he took out the battery he had once bought from a Lufthansa merchant.

Due to the influence of the War of the Gods, batteries that were originally ubiquitous have become rare here.

Fortunately, the battery I bought before can be put in well. @·error-free start~~

Otherwise, Alcohen would have cried to death.

There is no way, the battery itself is not very common, and the current subway residents generally use either torches or candles at night.

Luxury items like light bulbs will only exist in the hands of the rich or the upper class.

After all, they can even eat this rare steak, let alone the battery.

Alcohen also imagined if a radio was found, but it happened to be without a battery!

Wouldn't that be even worse?

So this time it's lucky, and the next thing is to pray that this radio will work normally.

Otherwise, it will greatly affect Alcohen's next plans.

Alcoen took the tape out of his luggage.

Put it in the radio.

It wasn't just Sasha Alkorn who was glued to the radio, but Lusakov was watching.

Before that, he was curious, why did Comrade Alcohen be so obsessed with the radio?

When I heard about the hero who saved all the inhabitants of the entire subway, I was obsessed with the radio.

It is said that even when he sleeps, he hugs him tightly.

It's like his lifeblood, and he doesn't dare to slack off.

But now Alcohen was seen taking out a cassette tape from his luggage, and began to wonder what was inside.

Even Lusakov was staring at the radio, but it didn't take long to hear a click.

It seems that this radio can be used normally.

Before he could hear anything on the radio, he saw Alcohen press the pause button and then turn his head to look at him.

And Sasha on the side also raised her head to look at herself.

Lusakov knew that he should go out, after all, it was someone else's secret, and he should not inquire about it.

Then, with some regret, he turned and walked towards the door.

Before he could reach the door, he heard Alcohen behind him say to himself.

"I don't know what it is, but I want you to hear it too. There's a lot of good stuff here. ”

"But what you have to promise me is that you can't tell me about this."

Lusakov saw Alcohen looking at him solemnly, and solemnly declared something to himself.

After thinking for a moment, he nodded and said, "No problem, I'm here to assure you that no matter what happens here, I won't say it." ”

With that, he walked into the inner room, and a moment later, he walked out, holding a small black bag in his hand.

He tore open the package, and inside was a small white box that looked like a small box.

The box looks a little bulky, but it weighs very light, about thirty centimeters long, twenty centimeters wide, and five centimeters high.

The tentacles are smooth and delicate, without any patterns and words.

The little box was also very delicately made, with a button, and with a light touch, a gold star would emerge from the crack in the box.

Everyone could see that it was a small golden thing, but they couldn't see what it was, and they couldn't see what it was.

It was a purple piece of metal, crystal clear throughout, and the reason why it was called metal was because there was some silvery-white light mixed in this piece of metal.

This is not an ordinary gold, but a crystal clear gold, although only a small part of it appears in the milky white light, but it still gives people a shocking feeling.

Lusakov took out the contents and said to Alcohen: "This is my lifelong faith, I take this as a guarantee, please believe me, I will not tell everything that happens here." ”

After speaking, he stretched out his right hand and made a fist to put on his chest to signal.

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Artyom sat down and continued to drink mushroom tea from a white mug with a notch and a gilded edge.

Homer sat cautiously beside him, silent.

People are starting to go back to the kitchen.

Some people are worried that the mushrooms have white mold spots, some people sigh and say that they must not go to war again, and some people gossip about who was caught by their husbands in which part of the pig farm.

A little pink pig screamed and scurried by, followed by a pale, thin, withered little girl.

A cat circled the table with its tail upright, rubbing against Artyom's knees, staring at his mouth.

The cup is no longer steaming, and the tea soup has a layer of crust on it.

Artyom's heart began to be covered with a layer of clotted skin.

He put down his cup and looked ahead.

The old man sat there.

"That's my story, uncle."

"I, I...... I'm sorry. ”

"A trip for nothing, isn't it? It is not uncommon for future generations to see this, if there are descendants. ”

"Don't run in vain."

Artyom pinched his teeth: This old man is so stubborn.

He lifted his ass off the bench and walked out of the kitchen.

Breakfast is over, and now it's time to complete the volunteer work.

Homer immediately glued it from behind: "Excuse me, what was that girl talking about in the kitchen just now?" Antennas, radio amateurs...... Of course, it's none of my business, but you're up there, aren't you? Are you listening to the radio? ”.

"I went up there. I'm listening to the radio. ”

"You want to find other survivors?"

"I want to find other survivors."

"Is there a catch?"

Artyom didn't hear any sarcasm in his voice.

To him, what Artyom did seemed to be mundane, like a Hanseatic shipment of dried ham.

"Nope." Artyom replied.

Homer nodded at him, frowning, and stopped talking.

What did he want to say?

Expressing comfort?

Trying to enlighten?

Pretending to be interested?

But Artyom didn't care at all.

The two went to the bicycle power station. @·error-free start~~

Artyom doesn't like mushrooms because Ania does.

He also doesn't like piglets because they stink too much - he's the only one here who can tell what stinks.

He negotiated with the station, as a hero, he could not do these things, but the exhibition hall station did not raise food for nothing, in addition to being on duty at the outpost in the tunnel, he also had to work on the platform.

In the end, Artyom opted for cycling.

There are fourteen bicycles in a row, with handlebars facing the wall and posters plastered on the walls.

The first is the Kremlin and the Moskva River, the second is a faded pink swimsuit beauty, the third is a skyscraper in New York, and the fourth is a snow-covered monastery and a calendar marked with Orthodox holidays......

You can choose the poster according to your mood and get on the bike and pedal.

The bicycle is fastened to a bracket and the wheels are made of leather.

The belt is connected to the DC engine, and each bike is equipped with a small lamp that faintly illuminates your poster dreams for today, and the rest of the electricity is fed to the battery to supply the station.

The bicycle is parked in the South Tunnel, a strategic project of a confidential nature, and outsiders are not allowed to enter, but Artyom somehow waves his hand at the guards and lets Homer in.

Artyom rolls over and rides onto the rusty frame, grabbing the rubber handlebars.

In front of him are Berlin propaganda posters from Hanseatic booksellers—the Brandenburg Gate, the TV Tower, and black statues of women.

Artyom felt that the painting resembled Moscow: the Brandenburg Gate resembled the gate of the VDNH.

The TV Tower in Berlin resembles Ostankino, although the observation deck in the middle of the tower is spherical.

The woman in the statue raises her hands above her head, as if shouting and covering her ears, in the same way as the "worker and the collective farm woman".

"Come and ride for a while? Uncle? Artyom turned to Homer, "It's good for the heart, it will make you live longer underground." ”

The old man didn't answer, staring blankly at the deflated tires spinning in the air.

Looking at it, his face was extremely asymmetrically distorted, like a facial paralysis patient, half of his face was smiling, and half of his face was stiff.

"Are you alright, uncle?" Artyom asked.

"It's okay...... I just remembered something, some people. Homer's voice was hoarse.

He cleared his throat and composed.

"Oh."

Everyone has someone to recall.

The average person has three hundred shadows behind them, all waiting for you to think of them.

They set traps, laid mines, spread nets, and waited.

A bicycle without wheels reminds someone of teaching children to ride in the yard.

When the teapot rings, it reminds someone of the same one in their parents' kitchen, and they go there every weekend to eat together and share their lives.

In the blink of an eye, between the present and the present, the eyes suddenly saw yesterday and saw the face of the deceased. _o_m

It's just that as the years go by, these faces become more and more blurred.

"How did you know about me?"

"You're a great hero," laughed Homer, "and women and children know it." ”

"Hmph, big hero." Artyom pursed his lips and spat the word back to the other party.

"You've saved the entire subway! If you don't use a guide. The bullet blew up all the beasts...... To be honest, I can't figure it out, why don't you want to bring it up? ”

The TV tower in front of him, the Brandenburg Gate, and the black woman with her hands raised all reminded Artyom of Moscow.

It really should have been a different car, but the rest of the cars were occupied, and only this one remained.

He tried to push the pedals backwards and backwards to get away from the tower, but he couldn't generate electricity.

"Actually, I heard Melnik talk about you."

"Who?"

"Melnick. You know that, right? Ranger Commander. You must know about the Rangers, right? Spartan Warrior ......"

"You, if I'm not mistaken, were you?"

"Melnik sent you to me?"

"No, Melnyk just told me about you, that you informed them of the threat from the Dark Clan, that you crossed the entire ...... of the subway"

"Later, I started to dig up the truth myself, but there was still a lot that was not clear. I knew I wouldn't be able to figure it out without your help, so I decided to ......"

"Did he say anything else?"

"Ah, who?"

"Melnyk, what else did you say about me?"

"Got it."

Artyom stopped pedaling, stepped off the bike, jumped to the ground, crossed his hands in front of his chest: "What did you say?" ”

"He said, "You're married and living a normal life."

"Is that what he said?"

"Exact words."

"The life of a normal person." Artyom smiled wryly.

"If I'm not mistaken." Homer added.

。

"Didn't he tell you that I married his daughter?"

Homer shook his head.

"That's all?"

The old man sighed a few times, sighed, and told the truth: "He also said that you are insane. ”

"Of course, insanity."

"I'm just paraphrasing......"

"Nothing else?"

"It seems to be gone......"

"He didn't say he wanted to kill me? For his daughter's sake, or—"

"No, absolutely not!"

"Or is he waiting for me to get back on the team?"

"I don't remember ......"

Artyom fell into deep thought. It took him a moment to remember that Homer was still in front of him, staring at him.

"Insanity! Hehe! Artyom chuckled dryly unnaturally.

"I don't think so." Homer hurriedly said, "No matter what others say, I know ......"

"You...... What do you know? ”

"Just because you're looking for survivors, just because you don't want to give up — think you're crazy? Listen. The old man stared at Artyom solemnly.

"You're sacrificing yourself for someone else. To be honest, I really don't understand why people do this to you. ”

"Every day I go."

"Above?"

"Every day. Climb the steps to the ground, then walk to the building, step by step to the top, carrying a backpack. ”

The cyclists next to him listened attentively and slowed down.

"Yes! I've never heard anyone respond! But so what? What does that mean?! Artyom was no longer shouting at Homer alone, but at all the damned people who were pedaling their bikes against the walls and towards the ground.

"I can't say anything! Why don't you understand?! There must be other survivors! There must be other cities out there! We can't be the only ones alive in this cave, in these caves! ”

"You've got it, Artyom, save it!" A young man with a long nose and small eyes couldn't help it, "Everyone was blown up by the beautiful country!" Nothing! Why haven't you given up?! They bomb us, we blow them up, it's all over! ”

"What if we weren't the only survivors?" Homer asked himself and said, "If I say ,...... to you?"

"He climbs to the ground every day, and he is more punctual than he goes to work! If you are polluted, you will pollute others! It's a living dead! The young man was furious, "Do you want to kill us all?" ”

"If I say to you, there are others...... What about survivors? What if I told you that there had been a signal from another city? ”

"You say it again?"

"Signals from other cities," Homer said firmly, "have been received and talked to. ”

"You're lying!"

"I know the radioman......"

"Lying. @*~~”

"What if he were standing before you now? What do you guys say? Homer winked at Artyom, "Huh? ”

"You must be crazy, uncle. Either that, or a deliberate lie. Isn't it? You're lying! ”。