Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 188 Obedience
In total darkness, human senses tend to become more sensitive.

The smell is getting stronger and stronger, the sound is getting louder and more three-dimensional.

Floors were constantly being scraped in the solitary confinement room, and the stench of moldy urine was unbearable.

But Leonid even heard the sound of pain because he was still drunk.

He even kept nagging to himself for a while, and then stopped overreacting to smells and his wheezing became moderate.

He was not afraid of the pursuers of the cultural park who might break into his cell, nor of what would happen to Sasha who had no proof and no permission to cross the Hanseatic border.

Of course, as for the fate of the Tula station, that has nothing to do with him.

"I hate it," Sasha said softly.

Of course, it's none of his business.

In the dark cell, they quickly found a hole - the glass hole in the door.

Nothing else could be seen, but the hole was good enough for Sasha: Sasha groped her way to the door in the dark, slamming it hard with her weak fist.

The door boomed and boomed in response to her, but as soon as she stopped, deathly silence surrounded her again.

The guards didn't want to hear the knock on the door, or Sasha's shouts.

Time flies.

How long will they remain imprisoned here?

Leonid felt no anxiety, he was never in a hurry, he was never late, and he would not bet on anyone's life.

Maybe he brought her here on purpose to separate her from Alcorn?

Was it his only purpose to draw one of the three tied up in a bundle and lure her to a mousetrap?
So what is he doing this for...

Sasha buried her head in her sleeves and cried, and the sleeves absorbed the tears, and the voice.

"Have you seen the stars?" A voice that was not yet awake rang.

She did not answer.

"I've only seen them in pictures, too," Leonid told her, "because of the dust and clouds, I can barely see them now. Thanks to your cries, I woke up and now I'm thinking, yes It's not like suddenly seeing real stars."

"It's a cat's eye." She fought back tears before answering the question.

"I know. It's interesting..." Lefenide coughed, "Is there someone who looked at us with thousands of eyes in the sky? But why did he turn his face away?"

"There has never been anyone in heaven." Sasha shook her head.

"I always believed that someone was watching over us," Leonid mused.

"We're not even in this cell! We're going to rot alive here!" Her eyes were moist again.

"You arranged this secretly, didn't you? So that we couldn't catch up?" She started banging on the door again.

"If you've already decided that there's no one out there, why are you knocking on the door?" Leonid asked.

"If all the patients died, you would be cast aside! You never intended to save anyone!"

"Is this what you think of me? It chills me." He sighed, "In my opinion, you are not running for the patients. You are worried that your lover will rush among them and you will be infected. There is no medicine..."

"No!" Sasha suppressed her anger and refused to hit him.

"Yes, yes..." Leonid imitated Sasha with a high-pitched voice, "Then what are you for?"

Sasha didn't want to reason with him anymore, she didn't even want to talk to him at all, but she couldn't help it.

"He needs me, he does need me, and he's lost without me. But you're not, you're just idling around and not knowing who to play with!"

"Well, he doesn't need you to the extent that he has to, otherwise he won't refuse... What are you for, why do you need Alcorn, the Purge? Villains are attractive to you, or do you want to Save a fallen soul?"

Sasha was speechless, she found that Leonid took her feelings so frivolously and simply.

Nor did he expect that Leonid would even belittle others in this way in order to raise his own worth.

I didn't expect him to be this kind of person. I should have thought of it a long time ago. I shouldn't have believed in the so-called method he said in the first place, which could solve the plague.

Maybe there's nothing special about her feelings, feelings, or because she can't hide them?
Those subtle and imperceptible emotions came out of his mouth so commonplace, even a little vulgar.

"I hate you." She finally said the words.

"It's nothing, I also hate myself a little." Leonid smiled sarcastically.

Sasha sat on the floor, tears streaming down her face again—first from anger, then from helplessness.

She wasn't about to surrender when there was still something she could do.

But now, in a remote brig with a savage fellow traveler, she had no chance of hearing from the outside world.

There was no point in shouting, no one was worth her trying to convince.

I really want to know where Alcorn is at this time, and whether he and I are missing each other in our hearts.

I don't know why he abandoned himself and let himself stay in a small secret room with someone who plotted against him.

But thinking about it now makes no sense.

Instead of complaining about this and that, find a way out.

Everything is meaningless.

Suddenly, a picture appeared in front of her: towering buildings, green sky, floating clouds, laughing crowd, and the hot tears that slid down her cheeks turned into summer rain, which was the summer raindrops that the old man told her. .

The scene lasted only a second, and the magic disappeared, leaving her only in a relaxed and wonderful mood.

"Looking forward to a miracle." Sasha bit her lip and said stubbornly to herself.

Suddenly, the sound of a switch sounded in the corridor, and a blinding light shone into the dark room.

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The door was thrown open, and a soldier peered timidly inside—the same man who had slapped Leonid selflessly hours before.

Someone kicked him behind the back, and he flew into the cell at once, collapsed on the floor, then stood up straight and looked back in disbelief.

In the passage stood a dry, eye-wearing officer.

"Come on, beast," he said casually.

"I...I..." the border guard bleated.

"Don't be shy." The officer encouraged him.

"I'm sorry for everything I did. And...you...you...I can't."

"Add ten days and nights."

"You can come and beat me," said the soldier to Leonid, his eyes not knowing where to turn.

"Ah, Alibert Mikhailovich!" Leonid smiled at the officer, squinting his eyes. "I have been waiting for you here for a long time."

"Good evening." The man also raised the corner of his mouth, "I'm here for fairness. Do we want revenge?"

"I'm not someone who holds grudges." Leonid stood up and rubbed his waist with his hands, "I think you will punish yourself."

"In seriousness, yes." Alibert Mikhailovich nodded. "One month's confinement. As for me, I certainly apologize for the fool."

"But, you mean no harm." Leonid touched his bruised cheekbone.

"Then this matter is only between you and me?" the officer said menacingly in a metallic voice.

"Here, look, I brought some smuggled goods." Leonid nodded in Sasha's direction, "Will you tolerate it?"

"We will go through the formalities for it," promised Alibert Mikhailovich.

The officer threw the border guard who had made a mistake directly into the cell, bolted the door, and led the two of them forward in the narrow corridor.

"I won't continue to follow you," Sasha said loudly to Leonid.

"What if I tell you that we are indeed going to the Emerald City?" Leonid pondered for a while, and asked Sasha in a voice that could be heard just now.

"What if I say that I know more about this city than your grandfather? If I also say that I have seen this city, not only have I seen it, I have also been there, not only have I been to..."

"lie."

"He didn't do this without intention." Without getting angry, he continued, nodding to the officer walking in front.

"So flattering in front of me—he knows where I come from, and is afraid because he knows. And, what if you can find your medicine in the Emerald City? And to reach the gates of the Emerald City, we only have three It's a stop away..."

"lie!"

"You know what," Leonid said to her angrily, "if you expect a miracle, you have to believe in it, or you'll miss it."

"Should also learn to distinguish miracles from deceit." Sasha interrupted him rudely. "Thank you for teaching me that!"

"I believed from the beginning that we would be released," he replied, "I just...didn't want to rush it to happen earlier."

"You're just wasting time!"

"But I didn't lie to you! There are drugs!"

At this time they came to the checkpoint.Surprised, the officer gave them a curious look, and handed some odds and ends to Leonid, giving him bullets and papers.

"That's it, Leonid Nikolaevich." He saluted. "Should we take the smuggled goods, or should we leave her at customs?"

"Take it away." Sasha frowned.

"Then it's a good marriage for a hundred years."

Aribert Mikhailovich sent them past three rows of parapets, past a whole group of machine gunners jumping up from the spot, past a fence, past shriveled horses made of welded steel rails, and said dryly: Parting words.

"They have imported goods, I thought, it should be fine?"

"Let's make a breakthrough." Leonid smiled at him, "Although I shouldn't tell you, there are no honest officials in this world. The stricter the system, the fewer their numbers. Just know who to bribe Will suffice."

"I think you must know a lot about this kind of magical words." The officer sarcastically said.

"It doesn't apply in every way." Leonid touched his cheekbones again, "I'm not a magician, I just study hard."

"It will be a pleasure working with you... when you have finished your studies." Alibert Mikhailovich bowed slightly, turned and returned.

At last a soldier opened for them the gate of a thick palisade that completely shut off the tunnel from top to bottom.

Behind this door, an empty, well-lit inter-station tunnel extends. Its walls are burnt in some places and have gaps in some places. It looks like it has been shot for a long time. Fire destroys.

A fortification can be seen at the end of the tunnel, along with an entire flag stretched from floor to ceiling.

Sasha's heart couldn't help but thump.

What happened here made Sasha feel startled, feeling desolate and trembling inexplicably.

"Whose border post is this?" Sasha stopped suddenly and asked Leonid.

"Who's what?" Leonid looked at her in surprise, "Of course it's from the red thread."
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Homer couldn't believe that Hunter didn't understand what the other wanted him to do, but Hunter's response was only to move his fingers, and they also moved to the buckle on the holster.

Suddenly he woke up from the strange numbness, quickly broke free from the shell that made him unable to move, stretched out his open palm like lightning, and grabbed the border guards by the throat.

The soldier started to turn purple, made a hoarse sound, and fell on his back together with the table.

The second ran away, but the old man knew he couldn't escape.

Hunter had the gambler's hidden Ace in his sleeve, and an executioner's pistol suddenly appeared in his hand, and then...

"and many more!"

Hunter hesitated for a second, and the fleeing soldier ran to the platform to hide.

"Put it down! We're going to Tula Station! You should...you asked me to remind you...wait!" The old man gasped, not knowing what to say.

"To Tula Station..." Hunter repeated bluntly, "Yes, it's better to endure to Tula Station. You're right."

He leaned heavily on the table, placing his heavy pistol beside him, dejectedly.

Taking advantage of this gap, Homer raised his hands and ran forward, only to be met by the guards rushing out from the arch.

"Please don't shoot! He surrendered! Don't shoot! We are also for everyone..."

But people tied him up anyway, and his gas mask was ripped off in the chaos, allowing him only to explain.

Hunter fell back into a strange sluggishness, and did not interfere with the movements of the guards.

He actually allowed everyone to disarm themselves, and walked obediently to the confinement room.

Until he was shoved into the confinement room, Hunter was very obedient without any resistance.

This behavior surprised him, and he didn't understand why he killed everyone here as usual.

Sitting on the plank, he raised his head, found Homer, sighed and said:
"You get a man from this station, his name is Melnik. Bring him here and I'll wait here"

Homer nodded, and hurriedly began to prepare. He squeezed towards the guards and onlookers gathered at the door.

Hunter suddenly called him:
"Homer!"

The old man froze, shocked: Hunter had never called his name before.

I didn't call my name before, but every time I knew he was calling me, and this sudden call made Homer feel a little uncomfortable, but there was a little joy in it.

Perhaps this is the first step for Hunter to recognize and slowly accept himself.

He returned to the solid iron fence, grabbed the iron bars, and looked at Hunter with a questioning expression, like a man who was shivering with his arms wrapped around himself.

Hunter spurred him with a deep, unhuman voice:
"Don't go too long."

(End of this chapter)