Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 208 Resources
Then Alcorn saw that Hunter was unwilling to join him, so he had to tell him that there was another companion.

I hope they can help each other and support each other.

After finishing speaking, I will not say anything more.

He greeted everyone and planned to leave.

And just before leaving, Colonel Miller stopped him.

"I already know what you're thinking, but you need to know that the Hanseatic League and the Invisible Watchers are far from being able to be shaken by us."

"And your so-called Caspian Sea is on the ground. I think you know what's on the ground. Do you think the subway residents would be willing to abandon their home for decades to follow you in search of that ethereal future?"

"Besides, can you guarantee that the Caspian Sea is really a place suitable for human survival? Is it really as beautiful as you said? Let alone whether there is a blue sky and fresh and clean air there. Even without radiation and monsters Can you guarantee this?"

"Alcorn, you are so naive. You are just like your brother Artyom. You think of everything so simply. You just let yourself go. keep walking forward."

Alcorn knew Colonel Miller's concerns, and knew that this road was not so easy to walk, but the future was bright and the road was tortuous. He believed that one day people would see those bright futures.

Then he retorted: "I know what you are thinking, but you have to know that this is the last habitat of mankind, and the last future of mankind."

"As for those stubborn and ignorant subway residents, we don't care. If we want to take them all away, why don't we take them away with a whip?"

"I know, I know that there is radiation on the ground, and those ferocious dark creatures, but I am willing to be the vanguard. I am willing to go and search for that place until I find it, and then I will use the radio to pass the information Come back, when the time comes, you can go there again."

Colonel Miller saw that Alcorn said that this was the case, so he stopped dissuading him, but expressed his concerns and requests: "You have your choice, I have my opinion, I will not say anything more gone."

"But I hope you can persuade your younger brother Artyom, I hope he can stay in the subway honestly and stop breathing those radiations."

"I hope he can stay with Anna well. That is my daughter. I want Anna to be happy forever."

"I also want to hold my grandson, but you also know that Artyom's behavior will eventually cause them to be unable to have children."

"You go your way, I hope you don't drag Artyom, and don't let him follow you, because I want my daughter Anna to be happy forever."

After finishing speaking, Colonel Miller turned his head and left without saying hello.

Hunter nodded to Alcorn to express himself, did not say anything, and left with Colonel Miller.

Alcorn was offended by their behavior, but he didn't want to say anything.

Although only half of it was completed this time and did not get the expected expectations, it is also possible to bring a helper.

Finally, Alcorn returned to his room, and Sasha had woken up at this time. He saw her sitting on the bed neatly dressed, lowering her head and thinking about something.

So he stepped forward and asked, "What's the matter, why did you suddenly become pensive?"

Sasha faltered and said: "I always feel that something bad will happen. Did you find Hunter this time? Did he agree to join us?"

Alcorn shook his head, saying that he hadn't succeeded in convincing Hunter to join his team.

Finally, Sasha comforted Aljon: "It's okay, you still have me!"

Alcorn patted Sasha on the shoulder and walked over to the table.

He lowered his head and held a pen in one hand to draw on the paper, thinking about what to do in the future.

Now he can't win over Hunter, but he can also help him solve the worries inside the subway, which will greatly affect the residents of the subway.

These current residents also know that they may not live long in this subway station, but there are elements of war outside and the control of forces inside the subway.

There are also ferocious mutated creatures, and the radiation that fills the sky makes them have to choose to curl up inside the subway.

It's like a closed space, but if one corner is broken and light shines in, people's enthusiasm will be ignited.

Humans are creatures who weigh pros and cons, and they know when to choose good and when to choose bad.

Only when there is a last resort, will they choose the side that is good for themselves, but if they have the life they yearn for and the motivation to move forward, they will not get entangled.

Afterwards, Alcorn didn't plan to stay here any longer, but asked Sasha to pack her bags and prepare to leave.

Suddenly, Schaefer knocked on the door and walked in with Alcorn's consent.

The Great Elder is resting today, so there is no need for him to guard. He thinks that he will not know when the next meeting will be.

So he thought about inviting Alcorn and Sasha to the market.

Alcorn wanted to refuse, but Sasha at the side immediately put down her luggage after hearing the invitation, and looked at Alcorn expectantly.

Alcorn knew what Sasha was thinking.

But I also know that there is not much time left for myself.

But this might be their last stop on the ground of the subway, so they nodded and agreed to Schaefer's invitation.

Sasha immediately happily took Alcorn's arm.

Then he hurriedly pushed and dragged him outside.

During this period of time, Sasha just stayed in this room alone. She didn't know everyone in the subway station, and he was also afraid that something might happen to Alcorn, so she just stayed quietly in the room. Looking at the book of fairy tales.

Seeing Sasha happy, Alcorn felt a little guilty.

I really neglected Sasha, he didn't accompany her well, and the two of them haven't had a complete shopping trip until now.

So the three of them walked out of the room and walked to the market.
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They found the driveway under what at first glance seemed to be a dense and dark archway.

But unlike other platforms, at Mendeleev Station, there is no boundary between the platform and the lane, and the muddy water smooths everything out.

Every time you take a step, you must carefully estimate your foothold. If you are not careful, you will step on the ground and pour two mouthfuls of sewage.

The main question is: how do you move on from here?

The exit to the ground was blocked and sealed, and the passage was cut off. The tunnel was full of dirty cold water up to the neck.

I'm afraid there is radiation in this water, who dares to swim in it?

As long as you jump down, your body will twitch, the flashlight will go out, and then you will be like a buoy, face down in the water until your lung lobes are completely filled.

Sitting along the invisible driveway are local residents, scratching their itch from time to time, using something similar to dipping nets to salvage the bottom of the water, and putting something directly into their mouths to chew.

"You took my worm! Give me back my worm! Bastard!" One fisherman grabbed another unkempt fisherman.

Said to be fishermen, but they had neither a boat nor a raft.

They couldn't go anywhere but Mendeleev Station, and they didn't intend to go.

But Artyom, what should they do?
Artyom asked loudly: "Why is it all flooded? Is it lower than the new village station?"

"Eight meters deeper than that," Homer answered from memory, "so the water all comes together here."

As long as you move a little away from the passage ladder, your legs will immediately be surrounded by scrawny children.

They did not dare to harass the Hanseatic border guards, probably because they were afraid of being beaten.

"Uncle, give me a bullet! Uncle, bullet. Uncle, bullet..."

Although they are skinny, they are very energetic.The small hands that got into the trouser pockets were smooth, fast and flexible.

You stretch out your hand to grab it, and you clearly grasp it, but when you raise your hand, it's empty.

And whose hand it is, there is no way to tell.

The underground river flows through the entire subway, beats on the concrete, and desperately drills into the deep platform.

Powerful platforms wash water out, strengthen walls, pump out stagnant water, and dry moisture; incompetent platforms can only sit and wait to be flooded.

The residents of Mendeleev Station were not willing to take the effort to control the water, nor were they willing to be drowned, so they had to try their best to get by.

They got a lot of building scaffolding from nowhere, used them to divide the hall, and screwed it into a steel jungle, reaching to the ceiling and hanging from it all day long.

Those who are thin-skinned will surround their lair with plastic bags to prevent outsiders from peeping into the privacy; it doesn't matter if you just pee into the water from a height in front of everyone.

Before, the hall of Mendeleev Station was grand and solemn, with white marble and thick round arches, which could be used as a wedding hall.

Now, the foul water has washed away the marble veneer on the walls, knocked out the electricity, extinguished the delicate metal chandeliers, and turned the residents into amphibious people.

I'm afraid it doesn't matter about the wedding now. In order to avoid the buttocks being flooded, men and women climb directly to high places.

Those who weren't catching worms sat on their iron beds, indifferent to everything, downcast.

Some stared at the darkness, some spoke nonsense, and some giggled.

There doesn't seem to be anything else to do here either.

Artyom and the others got rid of the entanglement of the little beggars, and went from the water to the dry place. Liao Ha looked at his shoes with regret, and repeated blankly: "Get something to eat?"

His repeated reminders made Artyom's stomach growl.

Should really eat at Heping Boulevard Station, there are pork skewers, stewed mushrooms, you name it.

But here...

"Give me a bullet, Uncle!"

Artyom hugged his suitcase tighter and drove the little beggars away.

Another little paw reached into the trouser pocket, as if touching something, and pulled it out, but Artyom grabbed it vigilantly.

This is a little girl, about six years old, with disheveled hair and half of her teeth missing.

"Little thief! Give it back to me, what is it?!"

Artyom, trying to show anger, opened her clenched fingers one by one.

The little girl seemed frightened, but still refused to give up, and she proposed to Artyom to release her in exchange for a kiss from her.

In the palm of the opened hand, it turned out to be a mushroom.Where did Artyom get the mushrooms in his trouser pocket?

Fresh mushrooms, picked from the ground.what happened?

"What are you doing, give me this mushroom! Are you a cheapskate?!" the little girl screamed.

Artyom guessed: it was Anna who let it go.

This is what she slipped in at parting: this is you, Artyom, your nature and substance, remember this in your heroic adventure.

Remember yourself, remember me.

"No." Artyom said bluntly, determined to squeeze the little girl's hand even harder.

"It hurts, it hurts! Scoundrel!" the little girl screamed.

Artyom let go of his hand and released the little wolf cub.

"Stop! Wait!"

The little wolf cub who jumped aside picked up a piece of iron and was about to throw it over. Hearing Artyom's shout, he paused and decided to wait and see.

It seems that she still has trust in humans.

"Here!" Artyom reached out and handed over two bullets.

"Throw it over!" the little girl ordered, "Bastard, I won't go there."

"How do I get out of here? How do I get to the Flower Station?"

"Can't get out!" She blew her nose, "Unless someone comes to grab her."

"Who?"

"Whoever comes is who!"

Artyom threw two bullets one by one into her open palm.

The first one caught it, and the second one fell into the water, and three little ghosts jumped into the murky cold water to grab it.

The little girl kicked their noses and ears with her heel: "Get out, get out! Mine!" But one of them has already succeeded.

She cried aggrievedly, and then threatened Lucky: "Okay, son of a bitch, just wait!"

"Hey, little sister," Liao Ha called her, "who among you has something to eat? Doesn't it hurt your stomach? You take us there, and I'll give you another bullet."

She looked at Liao Ha suspiciously for a while, then sniffed: "Do you want to eat eggs?"

"Did the hen lay?"

"The rooster laid it!" the little girl said angrily. "Of course it was the hen! There is a man at the other end of the village."

Liao Ha was overjoyed, and Artyom was suddenly full of expectations for the egg:

Boiled eggs, the white is like the white of the eye, and the yolk is like the sun drawn by a child, fresh and tender.

He himself wanted to serve such an egg, preferably three fried eggs at once, fried in fatty lard.

There are no chickens in the exhibition hall station, and the last time he ate eggs was more than a year ago when he was in Polis.

At that time, his passion with Anna had just been ignited.

Artyom put the mushroom, which was a farewell present, into his closet pocket.

"Count me in," he said to Liao Ha.

"Someone wants to eat eggs!" The little girl announced loudly.

The news made the little beggars very excited.

All those who chased Artyom for bullets put aside their dreams for the time being, stopped stalking, and surrounded these outsiders with wide eyes in silence.

A group of people stepped on wooden framed pallets and jumped towards the other side of the platform, like a few hens leading a group of chicks towards a mysterious chicken coop hidden somewhere.

The children climbed up the steel jungle next to them, climbed the iron frame and ran in front of them. From time to time, some people screamed and fell into the water.

(End of this chapter)