Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 190 Faces
"I'm not going there! Let me go! Better I stop here..."

Sasha wasn't joking, let alone teasing.

It's hard to say who his father hates more than the red line people.

They stripped him of his power, broke his back, and instead of ending his life instantly, they subjected him to years of humiliation and torture.

This is half out of pity for him, and partly because of their cleanliness.

Father couldn't forgive these people—the people who betrayed him, the rioters who overthrew him—and the accomplices who supplied the rioters with weapons and printed leaflets.

Just the color red can drive him crazy.

Although at the end of his life, he had said that he would hold no grudges against anyone and did not want revenge, Sasha always felt that this was just an excuse for his own powerlessness and helplessness.

Perhaps it is also the relationship and love for my daughter in the end...

"This is the only way." Lefenid was upset.

"We're going to Kiev Station! I shouldn't have been taken there!"

"Lufthansa has been at war with the red line for decades, and I couldn't be honest with someone I met for the first time and say we were going to the red line side... so I had to lie."

"You can't live without lies! You still have a few words that are true. Until now, I haven't seen Alcorn."

"The mouth is outside the stadium station, as I said. The stadium station is the last station on the red line before the collapsed subway bridge, and it's beyond repair."

"All along the way, you have been talking about that dead man. What's wrong with him? He has muscles but not muscle, he has fun but not fun. He is just a dead lump or a stew!"

Sasha's voice suddenly became sharp: "Dead? What are you talking about? You said Alcorn is dead?"

"Yes, he has been buried in the sand now." Lefenide noticed that he had said something wrong just now, but had no choice but to smash the jar.

"What do you mean? Are you messing with him? Why are you doing this?" Sasha glanced at Lefenide and took a step back.

"Why? Because I want to have you, he is not worthy to have you? He is a hunter, a murderer, being with him will only tarnish your purity, I will not allow him to appear beside you." Liefini De's voice began to growl.

After Sasha saw it, she looked at Lefenid in disbelief, and said with trembling lips, "Why did you become like this? You were not like this before!"

"Yes, people can pretend, and people have two faces. I don't think I did anything wrong. And you, don't pretend, you also enjoy being watched by everyone." Levined opened his arms and shouted loudly.

Sasha felt scared at this moment, and felt the horror from Lefenid's body, which she didn't even feel before she was dying last time.

The sinisterness of the human heart will be fully exposed in the end.

The scene suddenly cooled down, and both of them had their own thoughts.

But now that it was here, Sasha had to keep going.

From the various behaviors of Lemenides along the way, it is enough to see that Lemenides is a tactful person who likes to play tricks.

Lefenide is right, Alcorn is indeed a bit dull in this respect, and he is indeed inferior to Lefenid in terms of strategy.

Maybe he really died under the sand?

Thinking of this, Sasha felt a little sad, and hated Lefenide a little more.

But the facts are right in front of us, and the road can only go all the way to the end. If this is the case, we can't think so much.

After finding a solution to the plague, he got rid of Lefenide, went to Hunter, and completed the obsession that Alcorn had always wanted to complete.

Looking at Lefenide's expression has returned to normal, and there is no previous distortion.

It seems that he also realized how bad what he said before.

"Then how can we get there? I don't have a passport." Her vigilant eyes never left Lefenide.

"Trust me." Lefenide looked at Sasha in astonishment, thinking that she recognized him, and then smiled.

"One can always negotiate and agree with others. Long live bribery!"

Regardless of Sasha's protests and objections, he grabbed Sasha's wrist and dragged her forward.

The searchlights of the second line of defense illuminated the huge flags red. They were suspended from the ceiling, and the wind in the tunnel made them fly. The girl thought that what she was facing were two shining red waterfalls.

Is this a symbol?

This is like a detection light, which makes the thorn in the heart of a caring person extra painful.

From what Sasha has heard about this line, these red flags should be riddled with bullets as they approach...

Meanwhile, Leonid was stepping forward with a deliberate pace, a confident smile never leaving the corner of his mouth.

He was so happy in his heart, he was already full of expectations for his future life, and he was also delighted by the way he had dealt with Alcorn before.

It seems that getting someone else's woman is not as difficult as imagined.

Today's girls are narrow-minded and full of curiosity about the outside world.

In this case, you can get the reward of this bet from Robertson next time.

Thinking of this, the corners of Lefenid's lips never let up.

At a distance of 0 meters from the sentry post and Alcorn, a beam of obvious thickened light was projected onto his chest.

Lefenide immediately put the instrument case on the ground and raised his hands obediently. Sasha did the same.

The border inspection officer came over - sleepy-eyed and surprised, as if it was a very accidental and unexpected thing to welcome guests from the other side of the border.

This time Lefenide reacted before they asked Sasha for her credentials.

He murmured a few words in the border inspector's ear in a low voice, and made a slight clang of brass, and the border guard returned calmly as if possessed by a demon.

The man himself escorted them through all the guard booths, even put them on a waiting manual rail car, and ordered the soldiers to take the two to Frunze Station.

Soldiers grabbed the brake levers and the rail car started.

Sasha frowned. She looked at the clothes and faces of her father's enemy... nothing special.

They wore cotton goblins, stained bonnets with stars pinned to them, tall bones, sunken cheeks...

Yes, they are not as glamorous as the Hansa guards, but they are no less good than the Hansa people in what they should have.

There is a boyish curiosity in their eyes, which is very strange to those who grew up on the loop.

The two soldiers in front of them may not have heard of what happened at the car factory just a few years ago.

Are they Sasha's enemies?
Maybe they are just friends of the enemy or just acquaintances who met once.

Can a person hate a stranger from the bottom of his heart, not just on the surface and in form?

Under the halo effect, people always magnify the opponent's shortcomings, thus covering up the opponent's other advantages.

Under the influence of this effect, evil, ugliness, and hatred will always be infinitely magnified.

Thus covering up the beauty that should belong to itself.

The soldiers were hesitant to speak to the rail car passengers, so they just leaned on the operating levers and huffed from time to time.

"How do you do it?" Sasha asked.

"Brainwashing." Leonid gave her a wink.

"Then what about the documents, have you shown them?" She looked at Lefenid suspiciously, "How could this be, I will be allowed to go with you wherever I go?"

"Different passports are used on different occasions." He replied vaguely.

"What kind of person are you?" Sasha had to sit closer to Leonid, she didn't want others to hear their conversation.

"Observer." He answered her with lip language.

If Sasha hadn't kept her lips tightly shut, the questions might have poured out in one fell swoop, but the soldiers clearly wanted to understand what they were talking about and even tried to control the operating levers to make the rail car run. The noise is smaller.

Sasha had to wait until Frunze stood before speaking.

This station is very shriveled, the color gradually fades, and the face becomes pale, but it is dyed ruddy by the red flags everywhere, the mosaic on the wall is incomplete, and the pillars are eroded by time...

In the arches were dark swirls--limp lamps hung low in the passage between the columns, almost touching the heads of the inhabitants, though they were not very tall, only to save precious light.

It's amazingly clean here, just on the platform there are a few hard-working cleaners busy back and forth.

It was strange to see people coming and going at the station, something Sasha had never seen before.

Everything began to move slightly under her gaze, scrambling to and fro, while behind her everything was dead, the only sound being the rustle of the muffler.

Should Sasha turn back?
The whispering stopped and people went back to their work.

No one took time to look at her, as if it was a particularly impolite thing to do.

"Is this place often visited by foreigners?" She looked at Leonid.

"I'm an outsider." Lefenide shrugged.

"Where are you from?"

"In my hometown, the people there are not like this. The people here are too serious..." He laughed, "The people there understand that just eating and drinking enough can't save a person, and the people there don't want to forget the past time, though the memory always brings them pain."

"Tell me about the Emerald City." Sasha whispered, "Why are they...why are you hiding?"

"The administrators of that city don't trust the residents of the subway."

Leonid stopped talking, he had to explain to the guards at the entrance of the tunnel, and then he and Sasha got into the thick darkness.

He lit a kerosene lamp with an iron lighter and continued on his way.

"Mistrust, because the people in the subway have gradually lost their faces, because the people who made this terrible war live among them."

"Even though they still dare not admit this to their friends, because the people in the subway are stubborn and rotten wood cannot be carved."

"You can only fear them, keep them at bay, or follow them. If they know about the Emerald City, they will eat it up and spit it out. Anything they can get their hands on, they will eat up. "

"They're going to burn all the paintings of the great artists, all the paper and what's on it. They're going to destroy what is left of society, a society that has achieved justice and harmony."

"Blood and bloodless university buildings may collapse, the great ark will sink, and nothing will be left. Barbarians..."

"Why do you think we can't change?" Sasha was very dissatisfied with Leonid's words. "Not everyone thinks that way." Leonid glanced at her, "Many people are still trying to do something."

"They don't work very hard." Sasha sighed, "Even the old man hasn't heard about them."

"But some people have heard of it." He dropped this sentence meaningfully.

"Are you talking about music?" Sasha speculated. "You're someone who wants to change us? So, how did it work out?"

"Forced to appreciate some beautiful things." Lefenide smiled slightly.

…………

“I don’t think my music belongs to me.”

Leonid suddenly became serious, "I don't know why they appear in my mind. I think maybe I'm just a channel... just a tool."

"Yes, that's it. I put my lips next to the flute. When I want to play, my lips no longer belong to me, as if someone else controls them-the melody is born..."

"Inspiration," Sasha muttered.

"It could be called that."

He spread his hands, "It doesn't belong to me anyway, it happened on the surface. I have no right to trap it in my body."

"It... travels from person to person."

“Whenever I start playing, I see around me rich people, scabbed poor people, oily people, fierce people, disabled people and big strong people, everything.”

"My music has chemistry with them, they resonate with each other."

"I'm like a tuning fork... I can keep them in tune, if only for a moment..."

"They can sing to the music, the sound is so pure. How to explain all this?"

"You speak well," said Sasha thoughtfully. "I feel the same way."

"I shall try to rouse it from their bodies," continued Leonid. "In some it dies, in others it sprouts. I have not saved anyone, I have no such right .”

"Then why don't the rest of the Emerald City want to help us? Why are you afraid to admit what you've done?"

He didn't speak again until he entered the stadium station.The stadium station also looks very sluggish, its face is pale, it barely maintains its former pomp, but at the same time it has a kind of sadness all the time.

It was low, crowded, like a bandaged head, and looked heavy.

The place smells of smoke and sweat, where abject poverty and pride coexist.

(End of this chapter)