Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 130 Tyrant
Glittering white walls, dazzling intricate stuccowork on the ceiling, and dazzling neon lights. There are only three lights on the entire platform, but the lights are bright enough.The movers on the platform are divided into two parts.

One group walks from the left through the arch to the tracks, the other from the right, stacking the bundles into piles and returning to start a new run.

Two piles have been built on the tracks, a small crane has been installed for moving merchandise, and there is a ticket office for passengers.

Every 15 or 20 minutes, cargo trolleys pass by the station.

The body has a unique device - there is a board on which the boxes and parcels are placed.

Besides the three or four men standing at the handle of each handcart, there was a guard.

Passengers rarely come to the trolley—Su Mengfan has to wait for more than 40 minutes.

The ticket collector explained to them that they had to wait for the trolleys to be filled with passengers so that the workers would not waste their trip.

In fact, tickets can also be bought somewhere in the subway, and there are such cars at every station, from station to station.

Su Mengfan was completely confused by these, and even forgot all his questions, just stood there watching the machine loading the goods.

It all suggested to him that those big, glaring things in the subway were trains, not manual trolleys, driving along the tracks, and that the good life must have been a long time ago.

"The driver is here!" the ticket collector announced and started ringing a small bell.

A large handcart, a trolley with a wooden bench, drove up to the platform.

They showed their tickets and took the vacant seats.

After a few minutes of waiting for late passengers, the tram started.

The bench is rotated 180 degrees so that passengers can sit facing the front or facing the rear.

Su Mengfan sat in a seat facing the rear.

"Why are the seats arranged so strangely, facing different directions?" Su Mengfan asked his neighbor—an old woman about 60 years old, wearing a wool shawl riddled with holes.

"It's uncomfortable." She held up her hands.

"What? Are you going to let these tunnels go desolate? You young people are really lacking in thinking! Didn't you hear what happened there a few days ago? This kind of rat." The old lady gestured disappointedly.

"Jumped out of the interlace and dragged away a passenger!"

"It's not a rat!" interrupted the man in the padded jacket. "It's a mutant! There are a lot of these mutants running around in Kursk..."

"I said, it's a mouse! Nina Prokoevna, my neighbor told me. Do you think I don't know?" said the old woman angrily.

They argued for a long time, and Su Mengfan stopped listening to their conversation.

His thoughts once again returned to the All-Russia Exhibition Hall station.

He had decided that he would try to get back to his station before walking to the Ostankino TV tower above ground.

Because Su Mengfan's unknown feeling told him that this might be his last chance to find his brother.

If you miss it, it will be difficult to meet again.

He can't ignore it, who knows what will happen in the future?

Although the tracker had said that his mission was not complicated at all, Su Mengfan really didn't believe that he would have the chance to see him again.

However, before starting his own, perhaps, final climb, he must at least return to the VDNKh station and stay there for a while.

How it sounds... VDNKh... beautiful melody.

"I can hear it, I can hear it." Su Mengfan thought, was the person he met by chance at Tula Station telling the truth?

Is the station really about to fall into the onslaught of darkness?
Are the defenders half dead?
How long has he been gone?
two weeks?

three?

He closed his eyes and tried to picture his beloved and graceful arches, still retaining the dome lines, the hall with its elaborate copper ventilation grid and the rows of tents, the soft swaying of handcarts and the squeaking of their wheels. Yea.

Su Mengfan didn't notice that he was already drowsy, he dreamed of the All-Russia Exhibition Hall Station again...

Nothing could surprise him more, he didn't want to hear it, he didn't want to understand it.

I always wander between the All-Russian Exhibition Hall Station and the Hayabusa Station, but what Su Mengfan knows is that no matter which subway station he dreams of, some inexplicable things will happen.

And this place is like Inception, always telling myself some bad things.

He dreams not of the station, but of the tunnel.

Su Mengfan walked out of the tent, walked towards the track, jumped off and walked south towards the botanical garden.

It wasn't the darkness that frightened him, but something else, the impending meeting in the tunnel.

Who is waiting for him there?

What exactly does that mean?
Why does he always lose his nerve in the end?

His twins finally appeared in the depths of the subway, their steps becoming as confident and light as before, and their expressions relaxed.

This time he behaved more appropriately.

Although his knees were shaking, he was able to control himself and walked straight towards the invisible object.

He was covered in cold sweat and sticky, and the light ripples in the air told him that the mysterious object was only a few centimeters away from his face, but he didn't run away.

"Don't run... the eyes that watch your fate..." a dry and hoarse voice whispered in his ear.

Su Mengfan thought how could he forget his past nightmare?

He had a lighter in his pocket, and he fumbled to polish the flint to see who was speaking to him.

He felt as if his feet had taken root on the ground and were numb.

A black object stood motionless beside him, eyes without whites or pupils, seeking his gaze.

Su Mengfan shouted hysterically.

"Damn it!" The old lady put her hands on her chest and panted heavily.

"You scared me to death, you tyrant!"

"Forgive me, I'm very nervous." Su Mengfan turned around and said.

"Is what you shouted what you saw there?" The old woman blocked the lower part curiously, and glanced at him with her swollen eyelids.

"It's just a dream...I had a nightmare." Su Mengfan replied. "sorry."

"Had a dream?! You young people are so impressionable." She started moaning and nagging again.

In fact, Su Mengfan has been asleep for a long time - he fell asleep when he passed the Novosrobskaya station.

But he didn't have time to remember what he realized at the end of the nightmare, when the passenger cart arrived at Nagarcheno Station.

In striking contrast to the satisfactory prosperity at Tula Station, Nagarcheno Station shows no signs of commercial recovery, or even signs of it.

Instead, a large number of military personnel, special forces members and officers of the Lufthansa Union with arrow-shaped engineering troops were found immediately.

On the edge of the platform, and on the rails, there are several motorized trams guarding freight, and some mysterious boxes are covered with tarpaulins.

In the lobby, nearly 50 poorly dressed people with several huge trucks sat on the floor, looking around in despair.

"What's going on here?" Su Mengfan said to himself.

Apparently, they planned to blow up the tunnel...

It seems that the situation here is becoming more and more serious, has it reached the point where people destroy their own paths?

(End of this chapter)