Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 35 Exposure
His eyes were fixed on Su Mengfan, but his gaze passed through the young man and stopped somewhere far away, where there seemed to be the outline of a majestic building emerging from the smoke.

It made Su Mengfan feel that he could see this scene if he turned around.The old man fell silent and sighed heavily.

Su Mengfan decided not to disturb his memory.

"Yes, there are other metro systems besides Moscow, and maybe people are hiding in those places... But think about it, young man!" Mikhail Porfilevich held up a finger in the air.

"How many years have passed, and there is no news... If they were looking for us, they must have found us after all these years, right? No more," he lowered his head, "There is no one else."

After another 5 minutes of silence, the old man sighed in an extremely soft voice, and he said to himself rather than to Su Mengfan: "God, what a beautiful world we have ruined..."

There was silence in the tent.

Their quiet conversation bored Vanechka, and the boy was asleep, with his mouth slightly open, breathing softly, sometimes purring like a puppy.

Mikhail Porfilevich didn't say another word. Although Su Mengfan knew that he was not asleep, he didn't want to disturb him, so he closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

The wound on the shoulder also began to heal slowly, and after moving the shoulder, the pain was no longer so painful.

This kind of wound would take a long time to heal in the previous life.

It seems that the human beings here are also like those dark creatures. In order to survive better, they are subtly enhancing their physique.

He'd thought he'd fall asleep quickly after being exhausted from all the unexpected events of a long day, but time passed and he wasn't asleep yet.

The cushion, which was soft just now, was now uneven. He tossed and turned many times before finding a comfortable position.

The old man's sad words kept ringing in his ears.

……

no more, no one else...

Glittering streets, grand buildings, golden sunlight, and the breeze that blows your hair and caresses your cheeks on warm summer evenings, no more of what the old folks described The sky is up.

Now the so-called sky is rising, sinking into the rotting wires of the tunnel ceiling, and staying there forever.

But what did the old man say about the sky before?

Azure?

sunny?

And this sky is very strange, just like what Su Mengfan saw in the adventure at the Botanical Garden Station in his memory, it is full of stars, but it is not velvet blue but light blue, shining...

The buildings are tall too, but not crushed by their weight, they are light, with simple lines that seem to be woven from sweet air.

They stood tall, almost lifted from the earth, their silhouettes unfolding in the endless heights of the sky.

How many people are there!
Su Mengfan has never seen so many people here at one time, maybe only at the All-Russian Exhibition Hall, but there are more people here.

The spaces between the buildings were full of people, running around, and a lot of kids eating something, maybe real ice cream.

Su Mengfan even wanted to ask one of the children if he could have some. He hadn't had ice cream for a long time.

When he was a child, he wanted to eat some, but he couldn't get them anymore, and the candy factory had long since produced only molds and mice.

However, these children who were licking delicious food were all moving away from him, laughing, avoiding him deftly, and he didn't even have a chance to see any of the children's faces clearly.

Su Mengfan didn't know what he wanted to do, whether to eat some ice cream, see the children's faces clearly, or to see if the children really had faces... He was a little scared.

After a while, the outlines of the buildings began to slowly become dim and blurred, and they hung menacingly above Su Mengfan, and they were getting closer and closer to him.

Su Mengfan was still looking at those children, he felt that the children were not laughing happily, but evilly.

He gathered his strength and grabbed a boy's sleeve, the boy backed up and clawed at him like a devil with his nails, but Su Mengfan squeezed the boy's throat tightly, looking at his face, he turned out to be Vaniechka.

Vaniechka growled, bared her teeth, shook her head, trying to grab Su Mengfan's hand.

Su Mengfan was very frightened and threw him out. Vaniechka jumped up, raised her head suddenly, and let out a terrible cry, which made Su Mengfan run out of the subway station like flying.

The kids running around started to slow down, slowly sideways on him, getting closer and closer to him.

The black, hulking buildings above them drew nearer, too.

The children stood in the dwindling space between the buildings. They took Vaniechka's spear of struggle, brutal, malicious, full of cold sadness, and finally they turned their faces to Su Mengfan.

However, they have no faces, only black leather masks and painted mouths, and eyes without whites and eyeballs!

Suddenly there was a voice that Su Mengfan couldn't hear clearly.

The voice was very soft, and the noise of the fierce battle drowned it out, but the voice kept repeating in Su Mengfan's ears. Su Mengfan tried not to think about the children who were getting closer, and listened to the voice seriously.

He finally heard, "You have to go".

The voice repeated again, and again, Su Mengfan recognized that it was the commander's voice.

He opened his eyes and lifted the quilt. It was very dark and stuffy in the tent.

His head seemed to be filled with lead, and his thinking became very difficult.

Su Mengfan didn't seem to be awake yet, he didn't know how long he had slept, if it was time to get up and go on the road, or to turn over and have a good dream.

That's when the tent was pulled back and the cordon guard who had let them into Smogli Station poked his head in. His name was Constantine... what was his last name?

"Mikhail Porfilevitch! Mikhail Porfilevitch! Get up! Mikhail Porfilevitch! Is he dead or what?"

The guard didn't notice that Su Mengfan was looking at him in fear. He climbed into the tent and began to shake the sleeping old man.

Vaniechka woke up first, neighing unhappily.

The guard did not look at him, then Vanechka tried to pull his arm, he twisted Vanechka's ear, and the old man woke up.

"Mikhail Porfilevich! Get up!" the guard whispered urgently. "You must go! The Red Army demands that you be handed over because you are a rumor-monger and enemy propagandist.

How many times have I told you not to say those things about Moscow University station when you are at our station.Why don't you listen? "

"Please, Konstantin Alexievich, what's the matter?" The old man got up from the bed, shaking his head in bewilderment.

"I didn't say anything, it's not propaganda, I just whispered to this young man, no one heard..."

"Then take this young man with you. You know what station this is.

If at Rubinyanka they cut your belly open and tied you to a stick, this friend of yours was thrown against a wall so he couldn't speak.

Come on, hurry up.What are you waiting for?

They're coming to catch you now, because these people still have to figure out what kind of payment they want from the Red Army in exchange for you-so it's not here yet, hurry up! "

Su Mengfan had already stood up, put on his backpack, he was not sure whether to take out his gun.

The old man was still in shock, but soon they were on their way, walking quickly.

Konstantin Alexievich put his hand over Vanechka's mouth, and the old man looked at him anxiously, fearing that he might break the boy's neck.

The tunnel leading to the Pushkin station is the best defended.

They passed two blockades, 100 meters and 200 meters from the entrance.

The first had fortified defenses, a railing cut off the road, and people had to follow a narrow path along the wall.

On the left is a telephone with wires leading to the center of the station, possibly the headquarters.

The second blockade line has sandbags, machine guns and searchlights that are common on general blockade lines.

There were men on duty at each blockade, but Konstantin Alexei took them through both to the border.

"Let's go. I'll see you off for another five minutes. I'm afraid you won't be able to come here again, Mikhail Porfilevich." He said as he walked slowly in the direction of Pushkin Station.

"They haven't forgiven you for what you did before, and now you've committed it again. I heard Comrade Moskwin was interested in it, did you hear that?
Well, let's figure it out and be careful when crossing the Pushkin station. ’ he said as he walked on with the trio in the dark.

"Come through there quickly. You know we're afraid of them! So get out of here and be quiet!"

The fugitives all slowed down because they were not in a hurry to go anywhere.

"Why do they dislike you so much?" Su Mengfan asked, looking at the old man curiously.

"I disliked them very much, too. When the war started, our clique compiled a pamphlet, and Antorovich was living at Pushkin station, and he had access to a typewriter.

There was a printer in a publishing house at Pushkin Station, and some madman was using it there to print some news... that's where he printed it. "

"However, the blockade of the Red Army doesn't look dangerous. There are only two people there, one flag, and no reinforcements, unlike Lufthansa." Su Mengfan suddenly thought of this and said it.

"From this point of view, of course, there is no danger, because their main firepower is inside, not outside." Mikhail Porfilevich smiled.

"That's where the reinforcements should be. On the border—just for decoration."

They were silent and walked without saying a word, everyone had something on their minds.

Su Mengfan listened to his feelings about the tunnel, and it was strange that this tunnel and the section from Gomes City Station to Kuznatsky Station were all empty, but there was no feeling here.

There is nothing inside these tunnels, just soulless buildings.

　Yesterday's "Chapter 33 Communication" was blocked, so I reposted it.

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