Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 118
Su Mengfan stood up and looked around.

They were sitting around him, on top of the armored car, all the flashlights off except for one, a small pocket flashlight in the middle.

It's too dim to see what's going on in the corridor.

But the sound of bubbling, boiling and flowing can be heard all around.

And as if someone was trying to carefully control his thoughts, he shook his head, dispelling the fog in his mind.

He looked around, counting stiffly the members gathered on top.

Not counting Anton and his son, there were still five people who did not come up.

Su Mengfan immediately noticed that a soldier was missing.

At this time, his thoughts disappeared again.

When his mind was blank, his rationality fell into the abyss again, and it was difficult for him to defeat it alone.

Olmedo realized what was happening.

Su Mengfan tried his best to control his thoughts. In order to occupy his brain, he had to think about things he liked.

Apparently, other people are plagued by the same problem.

Olmedo said: "It's what happens when this crap gets irradiated...they're right, germ weapons! But they don't know what the cumulative effect is, it's right to stop behind walls and stay out of town ..."

No one answered, the soldiers had calmed down and listened absently.

"Say! Speak! Don't be quiet! This crap stays in your subconscious. Hey, Eugenesian! Augenishian! What are you thinking?" Olmedo shook one of his subordinate.

"Urman, damn it! What are you looking at? Look at me! Don't be quiet!"

"Yes... it's calling..." said the strong Ullman, batting his eyelashes.

"How good! Didn't you see how Deliakin was doing?" Olmedo slapped him on the cheek vigorously, and Ullman, who was listless, suddenly cheered up.

"Hold hands! Hold hands, everyone!" Olmedo yelled.

"Hold on! Alcorn! Sergey! Look at me! Look at me!"

And one meter below, a large amount of bubbling and boiling terrifying matter has covered the entire platform, forming a continuous piece.

They can't take it anymore.

"Guys! Soldiers! Don't give in! Come on...Come on together! Let's sing together!" Olmedo didn't give up, giving orders to his soldiers, repeatedly slapping them on the face to bring them back to consciousness.

"Rise up and resist, great spirit... rise up and strike a fatal blow!" He started, panting, a little out of tune.

"Against the powers of darkness...against their accursed ranks..."

"Let our noble rage . . . rise like the waves," Ullman continued.

The effervescence around the train had grown doubly ferocious.

Su Mengfan didn't sing along: he didn't know the lyrics of the song.

He knew the warriors were singing, for some unknown reason, about the darkness and the power of the seething waves.

And relying on this atmosphere of working together, Su Mengfan seemed to see an unknown aura emerging from the many fighters, and the anger of those brave fighters over the years came from his ears.

Except for Olmedo, the others only knew the words of the first paragraph.

So, Olmedo sang the next verse alone.

His eyes looked menacingly at them, not distracting either: "Like two different poles, we're against each other.

We fought for world peace while they ruled over darkness..." Almost everyone sang this line together.

Little Oleg echoed the grown-ups, dissonant rough tunes and smoky hoarse male voices echoing through the vast black corridors.

The passionate song rose to the high arches of the mosaic, and bounced back, falling and disappearing into the mass of living matter below.

Su Mengfan felt that in any other situation, seven strong men standing on the roof of the car, holding each other's hands and singing songs they didn't understand, would definitely look ridiculous.

But now, it's like a picture from a nightmare.

He longed to wake up.

"Let our noble rage roar like the waves...to wage a free war, a holy war!"

Although Su Mengfan didn't sing along, he kept opening his mouth and shaking his body along with the song.

Without catching the words of the first paragraph, he even thought it was about people living in the subway, or about the opposite of darkness.

It was such darkness that could destroy the station near his home.

In one section, he heard about the Fourth Reich. Only then did Su Mengfan learn that it was about the battle between the resistance fighters and the residents of P. Hijinkaya...

When he emerged from his reverie, he discovered that the melody had ended, and perhaps Olmedo himself did not know the next verse.

"Guys! Let's 'fight'! We're not going to get overwhelmed by this little difficulty, huh?" Olmedo was trying to convince his fighters.

"A battle, my father, the battle my father experienced, you don't have to put your heart behind others, you can't turn your back to the enemy..."

He stopped just after he started, the whole team fell into a coma, the soldiers also let go of each other's hands, and the circle separated.

Everyone was quiet, and Anton, who had been talking nonsense in a low voice, was also silent.

A warm and chaotic coldness and exhaustion that once affected his brain began to invade Su Mengfan's thoughts, and he tried hard to suppress it.

Thinking about his mission, thinking about the rewards for completing the system tasks, and then reading the nursery rhymes he remembered, he just repeated: "I think, think, think you won't climb into me..." Olmedo said The Eugenesian warrior suddenly rose to his full feet.

Su Mengfan raised his eyes and looked at him indifferently.

"Okay, it's my turn, take care." He said and left.

The others looked dully at their comrade without replying, but Olmedo nodded at him.

Augenishian approached the edge and stepped forward without hesitation. He didn't scream, but he heard a nasty sound below, a splash or a hungry rumble.

"It's calling...it's...calling," Ullman said in a sing-song tune as he too started to stand.

Su Mengfan said quietly: "I don't think you will crawl into my head." He began to focus on the word "I".

Now he just repeated, not realizing that he said it loudly: "I, I, I, I, I."

Then he had an intense and uncontrollable desire to see if the sharp mass of matter below was as distorted as he had first seen it.

But maybe he's wrong?
Thinking of the starlight on the Kremlin tower again, but the distance is calling him...

Here, little Oleg stood up lightly, ran a few steps, smiled happily, and jumped down.

The living mire below snapped its teeth and swallowed the boy's body.

Su Mengfan knew that he envied him, and planned to follow him in doing the same.

(End of this chapter)