Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 54 Meaning
"Genghis Khan?" Su Mengfan looked at this man suspiciously, he didn't believe in reincarnation.

"My friend!" Khan retorted, as if offended.

"You don't have to stare at me suspiciously. I've reincarnated many other figures in more acceptable forms, but Genghis Khan is the greatest of them all.

As unfortunate as it was, I can't recall anything from that time. "

"Then, why use Khan instead of Genghis?" Su Mengfan asked.

"Khan is not a surname after all, it's just a job title if I remember correctly."

"The name does not provide any necessary reference information, nor does it explain who Genghis Aitmatov is." The guy said reluctantly and inexplicably.

"Besides, I don't think it's my duty to explain the origin of my name. What's your name?"

Su Mengfan replied: "My name is Alcorn, I don't know who I was in my previous life, maybe I was famous then."

Khan said: "Nice to meet you. As for your name, if I remember correctly.

In ancient Greece, he was an alchemist with a straightforward and frugal character. ’ obviously pleased with his answer.

"I hope you will dine with me," he added. He placed a worn metal kettle on the fire.

Su Mengfan stood up, reached into his rucksack, and took out a sausage.

On the way from Ciudad de Gomes, he sliced ​​it up with a jackknife and placed it on a rag he had pulled out of his rucksack.

"Eat." He handed it to his new friend, "Just have some tea."

Su Mengfan recognized that Khan's tea was mushroom tea from the All-Russian Exhibition Hall station, and after taking a sip of the tea in the enamel cup, he began to silently recall what happened the day before yesterday.

The owner here is obviously thinking about something, he doesn't bother Su Mengfan.

The insane force that came out of the broken tube and hit the world seemed to affect everyone in the world differently.

For Su Mengfan, it's just the noise that makes people unable to concentrate and disturbs your thoughts, but Bourbon couldn't bear such an intense impact and died.

Su Mengfan didn't expect that noise can kill people, otherwise he would not agree to enter the black tunnel between Turgenev Station and Sukharev Station.

The noise came quietly this time, and it blunted people's senses first.

The sounds that Su Mengfan wasn't sure about were all eliminated, and the noise itself couldn't be heard exactly, but it blocked people's thoughts.

Then, the fragile nerves of the two people were crushed.Finally, the noise delivered the coup de grace.

Why did Bourbon suddenly start speaking in words he didn't understand, even though he had read many apocalyptic prophecies?

The noise seemed to affect Bourbon more profoundly, and he seemed to be particularly intoxicated by magic.

Su Mengfan has been trying his best to find something to say, to break the silence between the two, he knows that they cannot be silent, they must talk non-stop.

But he couldn't figure out what happened at that time.It's a headache...

He wanted to throw away everything beyond his ability to recognize it, to forget it all.

You can't always think about this.

During this time, he had always heard these stories, and in the past he always thought that what he heard could not happen in this world.

Su Mengfan shook his head and looked around.

The same suffocating yellow twilight filled the space.

Su Mengfan thought, maybe there was no light here?
When the fuel runs out, there will be eternal darkness.

Because there is no one to manage it, the clock at the entrance of the tunnel has stopped running.

Su Mengfan suddenly remembered that Khan had just said "good night" to him, but according to his calculations, it should be morning or noon now.

He asked suspiciously, "Is it really night now?"

Khan replied sadly: "For me, it is night."

"What do you mean?" Su Mengfan didn't understand.

"Su Mengfan, look, it's obvious that you come from a place where clocks are running and people are looking at their watches. Compare the time on your watch with the red numbers at the entrance of the tunnel. For you, like light, everyone's time Same.

Here, however, it's the opposite: people are different.

Nobody has to guarantee the Light to all who live here.

Suggest to anyone who comes here to use light and they'll think it's absurd.

Those who need light must bring it here themselves.

It is the same with time: whoever needs to know time, who is afraid of the confusion of time, must bring his own time.

Here, everyone has his own time, and everyone's time is different according to their plans.

But these are all correct.

Everyone is sure of his own time and arranges his life according to its rhythm.

For me, it's night.

For you, it's morning—or what?
People, like you, are concentrating on hoarding time for thinking, which, to use an analogy, is like the ancients throwing cinders back into the fire, hoping that it will rekindle like a red coal.

But some people drop their cinders, or cinders drop them.

You know, it's night in the subway anyway, and it's pointless to try to find time.

Turn your time upside down and you'll see how time changes - it's interesting.

It's changing - and you don't feel it.

It is artificially stopped, divided into hours, minutes and seconds, and time is like mercury, dispersing it, it will gather together again, and then rediscover its unity and uncertainty.

People tame it, strapping it into pocket watches or wristwatches.To him who keeps time by a chain, time passes likewise.

But if you give it as much freedom as possible, you will feel that different people spend different times.

For some people, it is slow or even stagnant, which can be calculated with the inhalation and exhalation of cigarettes;
For others, it flies by and they can only count it in terms of past lives.

Do you think it's morning?

Chances are you're right: about a 25% chance.

Although your morning has no meaning for time itself, it exists only on the ground, and there is no life there anymore.

In any case, there was no one there.

Is what happened up there valuable to someone who has never been there?

No.

So when I say "good evening" to you, you can say "good morning" if you want.

There is no time at this stop, but I have a strange way of counting: I'm counting down, and it's day 419. "

He was silent, sipping his hot tea.

Su Mengfan thought of the clock at the All-Russian Exhibition Hall station, which was regarded as a sacred thing.

He thought it was funny.

Authorities would be surprised to learn that time does not exist or has been lost!
What Khan said made Su Mengfan gain new thinking on his growth path, and he felt surprised and interesting.

"They said in the old days when the trains were running they would announce in the carriages 'Close the door please be careful.

The next stop is so-and-so, and the next platform will appear to your left or right."

Su Mengfan asked: "Is that true?"

"Do you think it's weird?" Khan raised his eyebrows.

"How do they know which side the platform is on? If I'm driving south to north, the platform is on the right.

If I'm driving from north to south, it's on the left.If I recall correctly, the seats in the car were facing away from the wall.

Then, for passengers, the platform should be in the front or the rear.

Half of them are on the same side, and the other half is on the other side, and they have the exact opposite perspective. "

"You are right," the Khan replied respectfully.

"Essentially, the driver was just speaking for himself. They were in the front cab and for them the right side was the absolute right side and the left side was the absolute left side.

They have to speak from their own perspective.So, in principle, they didn't say anything.

But I have heard this often since I was a child, and I am used to it, so I don’t think about whether it is right or wrong. "

After a while, Khan said, "You promised to tell me what happened to your friend."

Su Mengfan paused for a moment, considering whether to tell this man about the mysterious circumstances of Bourbon's death, the two noises he heard in the past few hundred hours, and the torture and confusion he suffered when he heard the melody of the tunnel thoughts...

He felt that if anyone was worth telling all of this to, it was this man who thought he was the reincarnation of Genghis Khan and believed that time didn't exist.

So, ignoring the sequence of events, he began to describe his experience in a vague and anxious manner.

He emphasized his feelings more than the event itself.

After Su Mengfan finished speaking, Khan said softly: "That noise is the voice of the deceased."

　Chapter 2 has been released today.

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