Why it never ends

333 The Fall
"You have been taking care of her all these years?"

"It's hard to call care because Ms. Anna has taught me a lot."

"what?"

"...It's hard to put it into words." The female voice in the headset paused for a moment, "Are you also Ms. Anna's student?"

Chiba's head tilted slightly to the other side, and her eyes fell back to the dial in her hand again. Her expression was so focused, as if there was nothing else worth paying attention to except the countdown at this moment.

The world is quiet, only the second hand is left.

Six minutes later, Chiba got up from the seat, and at almost the same moment, Zero went online again: "Sorry, Ms. Chiba, some people are trying to return to the underground, which caused a slight delay in time."

"Did Turan and Su Lei go up?"

"They have converged and are about to reach safety."

"Okay," Qianye walked towards the door, "Where are you going next?"

"Theoretically, after cooperating with Turan to evacuate the crowd, I should return to Anna. Do you need me to do anything else?"

"Help me give Anna a word."

"Please say."

"Look east."

……

Above the sea, the sun is shining brightly.

After helping Anna onto the wheelchair, the crew realized that Hesta was also a patient with limited mobility. After discussing for a while, the crew decided to ask someone to carry another wheelchair down.These things tossed for a while, and finally, the two crew members stayed in place to accompany Anna and Hesta, and the rest returned to the hull to pick up things.

"It's such a short journey, there is no need..." Hesta frowned, "I can follow you—"

"Now that the temperature is so high and you have walked for so long, you still need a wheelchair. It's so convenient."

"Wouldn't it be more... convenient to just let me board the boat to rest?"

The man patted his thighs lightly with both hands, and pursed his lips: "...Sorry, anyway, it's not convenient to board the ship right now."

Hesta looked straight into the other's eyes, "Why?"

"No comment... But we, we will try our best to provide some help for every guest, for example..." The man looked around and quickly took out an unopened bottle of mineral water from his companion's backpack, " Do you need water?"

Hesta didn't reach out to pick it up. Looking at the smooth white back of the hand and the rough jaw of the man in front of her, she suddenly felt a string deep in her mind move.

"How long have you been working on the Shengming?"

"For a long time."

"How long is a long time?"

"About... three years... right?"

Hesta looked towards the rusty metal stairs not far away, "Where is the barrier-free passage from the pier?"

"Accessible access... er, accessible..."

"On the other side, there is still a distance," another relatively silent crew member took the conversation, pointing to the direction of the stern, "There is an elevator over there, you can go from there—"

Hesta laughed, and suddenly rushed towards the talkative "crew" without any warning. The other party subconsciously blocked, and directly fell to the side and pressed Hesta to the ground.

"Pay attention to your behavior, ma'am!" The man stood up quickly, and looked at Hesta who fell on the ground with some disgust, and began to worry about whether he had acted too hard. He adjusted the position of his tie, and his tone remained the same. Unhappy, "Isn't it—"

Hesta, who was lying on the ground, sneered again. She touched her left cheek, which seemed to be a little scratched, and it didn't bleed, but it hurt a lot when touched.

She supported the ground with one hand, barely stood up, "I knew it, you are not a crew member of the Shengming..."

Everyone held their breath. The man whose identity was exposed on the spot was a little embarrassed. He stood where he was, his face turned ugly, and Anna sat on the wheelchair looking at this man's face with interest—obviously, until now , this person has not realized that his pocket has been scratched.

The only real crew member on the scene was sweating coldly, not knowing what to do for a while.

"What are you talking about?" The man's voice was a little annoyed. "Is it so difficult for you to stay here for a while? We kindly drove off the boat to give you—"

"Is your name Sanders Lander?" Hesta dropped an ID card and a soft leather card holder at his feet, "explain why you... are the crew of the Rise His identity appears here?"

The man's face slowly turned red, and his name and rank were printed on the certificate on the ground, with the words "United Government Special Operations Agency" on the top.

"I... I have nothing to do, nothing to do—"

"Don't play this trick of pretending you don't know who I am..." Hesta was about to reach for her ID when she suddenly remembered that they were all in her uniform pocket-and that uniform was probably still wearing it. On the back of an old wheelchair.

Annoyance flashed across Hesta's expression. These misplaced things have happened too many times recently... She took a deep breath, and quickly stretched her restless left hand from the jacket pocket to her right arm, and then Gently brushed off the dust on the cuffs.

"You should know what the siren just means." Hesta said with a blank expression, "In the chelate-infested area, you should unconditionally obey the mercury needle instructions and cooperate with all enemy suppression operations. What are you doing here... Say!"

Following this pressing question, the man suddenly felt a tremor. The identity of the person in front of him was indeed very recognizable—her hair color, her missing right arm, and the name "Jane Hester" printed on her ticket. The one who met these three messages must be the one in AHgAs... It's just that he really didn't expect that the oppression brought by Hesta is so strong that he even feels a little unstable at the moment...

Soon, everyone felt this way—the ground began to shake again, and a series of thunderous explosions exploded from the bottom of the sea. People didn't know what happened. It was cloudy.

Some heart-piercing cries and gasping exclamations came from the crowd in the distance. Hesta followed the source of the sound and looked back, and soon saw that the port hall located in the center of the pier was like a bird in a A stormy building block ship, which swayed back and forth at an angle that does not conform to architectural intuition, and then began to sink downward.

Many escape passages leading to the negative floor gushed out seawater at this moment, and this scene once again aroused the screams of the passengers on the shore—these escape passageways gushing out seawater meant that the entire submarine hall below had been completely covered by the sea. Engulfed, but only half an hour ago, there were hundreds of people wandering in that magnificent underwater world, spending this ordinary afternoon together.

(End of this chapter)