Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 53 The Covenant
Then, the same terrifying sound rushed into Su Mengfan's ears, but this time, it didn't expand and amplify slowly like last time.

No, it exploded suddenly, at full volume, deafening to his ears, and seemed to come up from his feet.

This time the strange sound was much stronger than the one he encountered last time, and Su Mengfan also fell to the ground, he couldn't concentrate his will to resist it.but
He still covered his ears as before and shouted as loud as he could before trying to stand up from the ground.

Then he picked up the flashlight that Bourbon had dropped on the floor before, and began to frantically sweep the walls, trying to find the source of the noise - the broken pipe.

But the pipes are here safe and sound, and the sound seems to be coming from somewhere up there again.

Bourbon was lying there, still face down and motionless, Su Mengfan turned him over and saw that his eyes were still open.

Su Mengfan tried hard to think about how to deal with it.He put his hand on Bourbon's wrist to see if he had a pulse.

Even if the pulse was weak as silk, or messy, he wanted to feel it...but it was no use, the pulse was gone.

So, he grabbed Bourbon with his hands and dragged his body, which was heavier than before, with great difficulty, trying to get out of this ghost place directly.

He forgot to remove the rucksack on his companion's body, so it became more difficult.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly bumped into something soft, and his nose was stimulated by a disgusting, slightly fragrant smell.

Immediately he thought of the words "We might run into them" and he doubled his efforts, trying not to look at his feet, trying to drag the body out and put it on the rails.

He was pulling bourbon all the way.

Bourbon's head drooped lifelessly, his hands became cold, and Su Mengfan's sweaty hands slipped out, but Su Mengfan didn't want to admit that Bourbon was dead.

He must take Bourbon out of here, he promised him, they have an agreement first!
The noise gradually began to fade, and suddenly disappeared.

It became dead silent here again, Su Mengfan heaved a sigh of relief, sat on the rails and panted heavily after relaxing.

Bourbon lay motionless next to him, and Su Mengfan looked at his pale face in despair.

About 5 minutes later, he dragged his legs and stood up with difficulty, then grabbed Bourbon's wrist, and stumbled forward.

His mind went blank, save for the idea of ​​dragging the person in his hand to the next subway station.

Then his legs gave way and he rolled to the ground like a log, but after lying there for a few minutes he grabbed Bourbon by the collar and crawled forward.

"I'll be there, I'll be there, I'll be there, I'll be there, I'll be there, I'll be there..."

Although he hardly believed it, he kept repeating it to motivate himself.

Exhausted, he yanked the machine gun from his shoulders, turned the safety to single-shot, pointed the barrel south, fired once and yelled, "Is anyone there!"

But instead of human voices he heard the rustling of mouse paws.

After an unknown amount of time, his eyes felt a beam of light.

An unfamiliar old man stood by with a flashlight in one hand and a strange gun in the other, looking down at him.

"My young friend," he said loudly in a cheerful voice,

"You can forget your friend. He is as dead as La Mensis II.

Do you want to stay here and reunite with him in Paradise as soon as possible, or can he wait for you for a while and go on the road with you? "

"Help me take him to the subway station..." Su Mengfan begged weakly, closing his eyes so as not to look at the light.

"Unfortunately, I reject such an idea." The old man said cruelly.

“I am firmly opposed to turning Sukhalev Station into a tomb, which is already uncomfortable.

If we had brought this lifeless body there, it was unlikely that the people in the subway station would have left him with any dignity.

If the soul is immortal, it has now returned to its creator, or has been reincarnated.

It depends on your religion, and while all religions are misunderstood to one degree or another, what difference does it make between dead bodies rotting here or in a subway station? "

"I promised him..." Su Mengfan sighed, "We have something to say first..."

"My friend!" the strange man said with a frown.

"I'm starting to get impatient. My duty is not stipulated, to help a dead person when there are many living people who need help. I'm going back to Sukharev Station.

I've been in this tunnel so long that I'm going to get rheumatism.

If you want to see your companion as soon as possible, I suggest you stay here.

Rats and other cute little animals will help you. "

"But I can't leave him here." Su Mengfan calmly tried to persuade his rescuer, "This is a life. How can I leave him to the mice?"

"This, on the surface, is indeed a living person." The old man inspected the corpse suspiciously and said, "But now, it is obviously a dead person, which is different.

Well, if you want, we'll come back here later, and you can cremate him or do a funeral ceremony.Now, stand up! ' he ordered.

Su Mengfan stood up reluctantly.

Regardless of his protest, the stranger decisively took off the rucksack on Bourbon's back and threw it on his shoulder. He supported Su Mengfan and walked forward quickly.

Su Mengfan had difficulty walking at first, but every step the old man took seemed to inject boiling energy into Su Mengfan's body.

The pain in his legs eased, and his mind slowly returned to sanity.

He looked intently at his rescuer.

From the face, the man is over 50 years old, but looks full of energy and vitality.

His arm was supporting Su Mengfan, firm and strong, and he didn't even tremble due to fatigue along the way.

His short hair was gray, and his sculpted thin beard surprised Su Mengfan—this old man was too clean and tidy for this subway, especially for this place that seemed to be the most unlucky place he had ever seen. .

"What's wrong with you, my friend?" The old man asked Su Mengfan.

"It doesn't look like an attack, it's more like he's been poisoned...I really hope it's not what I thought it was," he added, not wanting to delve into whether that was actually what he feared.

"No...he didn't kill him." Su Mengfan said, unable to explain the environment in which Bourbon died, and he didn't want to start thinking about it himself. "It's a long story. I'll tell you later."

The tunnel widens suddenly, and they appear to have reached the subway station.

Something here gave Su Mengfan a weird feeling, it was something unusual, and he didn't understand what it was until a few seconds later.

"Why—it's dark here too?" he asked the old man dejectedly.

"There is no influence here." The old man replied.

"So, no one provides light for people. Whoever wants light has to get it. Some people can get it, some people can't. But don't worry.

Fortunately, I know the senior officials here well. "He quickly climbed onto the platform and extended a hand to Su Mengfan.

They turned into the first arch and entered the hall.

Here there is only one long corridor, with arched colonnades on both sides, and ordinary iron walls, with installed escalators.

Illumination is almost only with faint small flames, so most of them are immersed in darkness.

Sukharev station presents a depressing, sad picture.

People crowded in groups in the middle of the hall, as far away from the tunnel as possible.

The stranger led Su Mengfan to a bonfire, which was obviously brighter than other places, and it was in the center of the platform.

"One day, this subway station will be destroyed." Su Mengfan said while looking at the hall disheartened.

"There are 420 more days," said his companion calmly, "so, if I were you, I would leave before then."

"How do you know?" Su Mengfan's body became stiff and asked, he remembered some fragments of words he had heard from magicians and psychics.

So he watched his companion's face carefully -- looking for signs of mysterious cognitive abilities.

"Mother's strong heart is becoming weak," he replied with a smile. "Okay, that's all, you have to sleep, wake up and we'll introduce ourselves and then we'll talk."

After hearing these words, Su Mengfan was suddenly overwhelmed by a huge sense of exhaustion.

His nightmares and recent tests of his will had worn him down in the tunnels leading up to Turgenev station.

Su Mengfan could no longer support himself. He lay down on a piece of thick canvas spread beside the fire, put his rucksack behind his head, and began a long, dreamless deep sleep.

…………

The ceiling was so blackened that there was no trace of whitewash.Su Mengfan stared at the ceiling blankly, not knowing exactly where he was.

"Are you awake?" A familiar voice dispersed his thoughts, and the scene from yesterday appeared in his mind.

For him, everything was so unreal, so vague, like a thick fog.A dream cut off his memory of reality.

"Good evening," Su Mengfan said to the man who found him.

He sat by the fire, and Su Mengfan could see him through the flames.

What an incredible thing, strange that he could see this man's face.

"Now we can introduce ourselves to each other, like the people who live around you, I have a common name.

It's extremely long and doesn't tell me anything.

I am the most recent reincarnation of Genghis Khan, you can call me Khan.The name is shorter. "

　Just to make a statement, I am going to take the college entrance exam today, so I won't be able to concentrate on coding in the past two days.I can only take out the saved manuscript and use it first.

　　Updated in advance today, the next chapter will be posted at 12 o'clock.

　　It's time for an exam, so don't ask for a reward, just ask for a "come on".

　　I also know that my grades for this book are particularly poor, and I am especially grateful to the few readers who are still rewarding recommendation tickets and supporting this work.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)