When the alarm bell rang suddenly, Shen Shi'an woke up suddenly. In the moment of confusion caused by his thinking being dragged back to reality from a deep sleep, he thought it was a child who fiddled with his mobile phone and accidentally set the alarm clock, but in an instant, it was like a basin of snow water was poured on his head, and he was completely awake , took the phone out of the backpack as quickly as possible.
It was already past twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and the sporadic stars outside the window were getting dimmer, and even the hoarse howls of the zombie army seemed to be much quieter. In the silent reading room on the second floor, the loud alarm sounded like a thunderbolt, waking up more than half of the people in an instant.
Someone followed the voice and looked in Shen Shi'an's direction: "What's the matter, why don't people sleep in the middle of the night?"
"Is the phone ringing? Isn't the phone disconnected and unusable?"
"Someone got through the phone? Can you contact the outside world now!"
"Mr. Shen, is your cell phone ringing? Did someone call you?"
"..."
Shen Xun was also awakened, rubbing his eyes and sitting up on the tatami: "An'an?"
Shen Shi'an didn't care about answering him. In fact, he didn't care about answering anyone right now. His eyes trembled slightly when he saw the caller on the phone screen, and immediately slid to the connect button: "...Hello, Mr. Gu?"
Gu Jingchen's familiar voice sounded from the other end, probably because of poor signal, it was vague and intermittent, with a bit of noisy and disorderly rustling noise: "...An'an, An'an, can you hear...I speak?"
Shen Shi'an subconsciously clenched the phone case: "I can hear it, I can hear it, how is your situation there, are you injured?"
"...I'm fine, I'm not infected with... the virus," Gu Jingchen sounded almost crying with joy, "I received your... text message... where are you and Xun Xun...? Are you safe?"
"Everything is fine with Shen Xun, we are safe now, so you don't have to worry," Shen Shi'an briefly and quickly explained the current situation of himself and the child, and then asked another most important question besides Mr. Gu's safety: " Have you found Mr. Fan's family? Is there any news about them?"
"His daughter... is fine, she is staying now... Gu's family... is safe, I will continue to take care of her, don't worry..., his wife has been... a zombie after the virus broke out, I sent someone to bring her body back... to bury her exist…"
Shen Shi'an's heart sank a little as if a stone had fallen.
Mrs. Fan had already contracted the flu before the outbreak of the virus. Although she knew that her chances of survival were extremely low, she still had a hard time accepting the news. When Fan Guoping's life was about to end, he was still thinking about his wife's safety, but he didn't know that his wife had passed away completely before him, and the world was so impermanent and cruel.
Fortunately, his daughter Fan Xintong is still alive. Shen Shi'an kept his promise, and he would do his best to protect the child's safety at all costs.
Hearing that Shen Shi'an really connected the phone, the library instantly boiled up. The escape after the crash of the passenger plane was too hasty. The phone was turned off, and the rest of the people who had their mobile phones but fortunately had power, all took out their mobile phones and frantically dialed to try to get in touch with the outside world.
And the rustling noise in Shen Shi'an's phone suddenly became louder, and Gu Jingchen's voice on the other end became more and more blurred, fragmented and unable to speak, and seemed to be interrupted at any time. The other party should also be aware of this, because Mr. Gu's speech speed suddenly accelerated urgently: "...An'an... this side of the capital... is chaotic... the above is dead... can't control it,... the Qin family... the military... you must be careful... you can't ...rescue team...will pick you up soon..."
"Beep..."
Before Mr. Gu could finish speaking, there was only a long and meaningless busy tone on the phone. The call was cut off.
Shen Shi'an immediately called back, but no matter how many times he tried, he still couldn't get through again.
The other survivors almost exploded their mobile phones but failed to make any calls. Seeing that Shen Shi'an ended the call, they all rushed over: "Mr. Shen, have you connected with the outside world? Who called you?" Phone? What did he say? Is the rescue team coming soon? How is the disaster in other places? Is there a zombie virus outbreak? Why can't your mobile phone get through to us... "
The swarm of questions almost overwhelmed Shen Shian. He raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and then hugged the child who was clinging to his lap: "The call is from my father. He and I each exchanged information about each other's current situation. Situation information. Others are in the capital city, where a zombie virus has also broken out, and the disaster situation should not be more optimistic than City H. Now the communication network has collapsed due to data overload, and it should be just an accident that my mobile phone can connect to the phone, just like being in the deep mountains and old forests I just happened to receive the signal." I don't know how many times Mr. Gu has tried for this call.
Everyone was anxious and unable to be quiet, and tried their best to get more information from Shen Shi'an, but Shen Shi'an's own information was very limited, and there was no way to answer more questions, so after more than 20 minutes, the survivors could only be disappointed And reluctantly returned to their original positions.
Before they left, several people expressed their hope that they could borrow Shen Shi’an’s mobile phone to continue trying. Shen Shi’an agreed after thinking about it. His mobile phone was newly replaced after the car accident, and there was no personal information in it. After a little inspection, he borrowed the mobile phone. Make an appointment to return it tomorrow morning.
Hopeful people are better suited to be in the same room than hopeless people.
Surprised by the call, the survivors couldn't fall asleep for a short time anyway. Someone turned on the radio function in the mobile phone, and carefully changed the frequency a little bit, trying to receive news from the outside world. But no matter how you adjust it, what the phone can receive is always a rustling electronic noise.
"I used to listen to the radio every night," said the middle-aged man who turned on the radio, "but since the outbreak of the virus, I haven't heard a word, no matter which channel, it stands to reason that even if many people become zombies, But the receiving station of the transmission tower is still there, so it can’t all be broken all of a sudden, right?”
"I'm also thinking about this matter. It shouldn't be difficult to send a message through the radio. Why has it been three days and the country has not moved at all. It would be good to send an explanation statement to appease the mood of the masses."
"If you want me to say, don't be too anxious. Didn't we still see helicopters during the day? Since the rescue team has appeared, it will only be a matter of time before we are rescued. When all the survivors gather together, the leaders of the party and the country It will not be difficult to restore normal social order."
"But didn't the rescue team leave soon?" Someone interrupted suddenly, the voice was not too loud, but it managed to quickly cool down the fiery hope that had just been ignited in the reading room.
After a long time, someone asked in a low voice: "...the rescue team, will you come back?"
There was silence, and no one answered him.
Shen Shi'an hugged Shen Xun and lay back on the tatami again. The child was afraid of the heat, and his body was like a small stove. Shen Shi'an covered him with a blanket, turned his head, and stretched out his feet quietly. Hit it lightly: "Don't make trouble, be careful of catching a cold."
Shen Shi'an was not surprised that the radio could not receive the message.
He agrees with Professor Li's analysis that there is absolutely an inseparable connection between the zombie virus and the influenza virus. Coupled with the news about Mrs. Fan that he just learned from Mr. Gu, it is very likely that all the people who were infected with the flu before the outbreak of the virus will turn into zombies after the outbreak of the virus.
This means that at the moment when the virus broke out, the population of the whole country has been reduced by half. Coupled with the fact that the zombies were subsequently infected with the zombie virus by grasping, biting, gnawing, etc., the most conservative estimate is that the current number of survivors in the entire Hua Kingdom will not exceed a quarter of the total population.
What's more deadly is that the infection of the flu virus has no rules, and it has nothing to do with age, sex, or physical strength. In other words, three-quarters of the population lost in these two and a half days included In all fields, industries, and positions, no one will be spared as long as they are infected with the virus.
A country or a society is like a huge and sophisticated high-end machine. Its normal operation requires countless individuals as gears, who divide labor and coordinate with each other. The lack of any link will cause major problems, and a full quarter The vacancy of the three population is absolutely a devastating blow to the state apparatus. The collapse of the communication network and the power outage of the whole city are the best proof.
The transmitters and receivers used to deliver the broadcast signals may be intact, but the people who made them are not.
What's more, judging from Mr. Gu's last paragraph, the zombie virus may be more destructive to the upper-level authority. If the entire upper-level structure is on the verge of collapse, no one will bother to send broadcast signals to alleviate the panic of the masses. Whether it is speculation or strife, when this round of reshuffle is over and the new power mechanism is determined, even if you think about sending a signal at that time, it is unknown how many people will be able to listen to it when the power is cut off.
Shen Shi'an rubbed the child's hair, looking out of the window with a serious look. He gained a lot from the phone call with Mr. Gu, and he got a lot of information that is crucial to him. However, due to the poor signal, the words were intermittently blurred, and he was not sure whether he understood some information correctly.
For example, the Qin family has specialized in officials and merchants for several generations, and the heirs of the clan are either in high positions or rich in wealth, so why are they related to the military? Or was he missing something important on the call
But no matter how entangled, this question cannot be answered right now, and we can only discuss it with Mr. Gu in detail after arriving in the capital. According to what Mr. Gu said on the phone, the rescue team should be here soon.
The reading room became quiet again, and people who tried to make calls gave up one after another. The middle-aged man who turned on the radio did not turn off the phone, just tuned it to a frequency, placed it on the table and continued to emit the same electronic noise.
Shen Shi'an was thinking about something in his head, and fell asleep very lightly like a dream. Therefore, when a cry suddenly sounded at four o'clock in the morning, he opened his eyes instantly.
The voice came from the mobile phone on the table, and it was much clearer than Shen Shian's previous call, and every word could be heard clearly:
"... Hey, hello, can anyone hear me? I'm Xiong Mengmeng, who lives in Room 2203, Building 12, Qinglan Villa, Taoyuan Street, Business District, City H. I'm sending out signals through a self-made transmitter. If anyone can hear me , please save me, please. My house has a power outage, and the water has stopped because the floor is too high. My mother has not come back from looking for food. I am so hungry. It is dark outside and full of monsters. I am so scared... If Someone heard me, please, can you come and save me..."
The girl's immature voice was no more than fifteen years old at most, crying with obvious weakness and extreme fear, echoing over and over again among the bookshelves in the reading room, shuttling through the thickest darkness before dawn, emitting Chilling despair.
Someone scolded: "Who/mother turned on the radio, turn it off!"
The radio was turned off immediately, the girl's crying disappeared in an instant, and there was a dead silence in the reading room.
The child arched in Shen Shi'an's arms, and said in a daze, "...An'an?"
Shen Shi'an sighed inaudibly, and hugged him tighter: "It's okay, go to sleep."
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