Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 58 Induction
At this time, Su Mengfan couldn't bear to watch anymore, he pressed the trigger of the gun and walked towards the crowd.

His chest seemed to be blocked by something, his throat was also seized, and he could not make a sound.

It was the thin man's empty and desperate eyes, something unconscious and his mechanically incoherent speech that hooked Su Mengfan and dragged him forward.

He didn't know what he was going to do next, but now he had an extra hand on his shoulder, my God, what a strong hand!
Khan gently ordered him: "Stop." Su Mengfan froze, as stiff as a corpse. He felt that his impulsive decision was controlled by someone's will.

"You can't help him. You'll be killed or drawn into wrath, too. Your mission won't be fulfilled. You must remember your mission."

At this moment, the skinny man suddenly trembled, yelled loudly, hugged his padded jacket and fled to the road, rushing into the darkness of the southern tunnel at an extraordinary speed, screaming like a beast.

The bearded man also chased desperately, trying to hit him in the back.

But the latter stopped suddenly and waved his hand.

They've gone too far, and everyone on the platform knows that.

Did the thin man know where he ran into? Maybe he was hoping for a miracle, or maybe fear had left his mind blank.

A few minutes later, the horrific silence of the tunnel was pierced by a horrific howl, and the echo of his footsteps stopped suddenly, as if it had been artificially turned off.

The echo disappeared, and the place fell into silence again.

Strangely, what is abnormal to human hearing and reasoning is the accompanying imagination. They seem to hear cries from far away, but everyone knows that it is an illusion.

"My friend, when the jackals knew that one of their team was sick," Khan said—Su Mengfan almost fell backward when he noticed the indifferent light in Khan's eyes.

"The sick one is a burden to the whole jackal group and a threat to the health of other jackals, so the group will kill the sick one. They will tear it to pieces and shred it." He said Repeated, as if he were reflecting on what he had said.

"But they are not jackals." Su Mengfan finally plucked up the courage to oppose Khan. He suddenly believed that this man was the reincarnation of Genghis Khan. "They are people!"

"What do you want them to do?" Khan shot back, "It's worse, we don't have medicine. Besides, there are so many people in the subway. So..."

Su Mengfan knew how to refute him, but it was inappropriate to argue with the only person who protected him in this savage station.Khan, who was about to hear the rebuttal, felt that Su Mengfan had given up, so he changed the subject.

"So, now, when our friends are discussing the contagion and the solution, we have to do something. Otherwise, they'll be stuck for a few weeks. Although here, the weeks fly by."

People around the fire discussed what had just happened excitedly, they were nervous and sad.

A terrible shadow has fallen over them, and they now decide what to do next.

But their minds keep going round and round like rats in a maze.

They were helpless, as if they had entered a dead end, running back and forth unconsciously, but couldn't find the exit.

"My friends are almost panicked." Khan said complacently, and looked at Su Mengfan with a smile.

"Next, they suspect that they've just privately executed an innocent man, and such an act doesn't inspire rational thought.

Now, what we need to deal with is not a collective, but a group of idiots.If we want to manipulate their minds, there's no time like the present! "

Seeing Khan's face full of victory, Su Mengfan felt very uncomfortable.He tried to smile back at Khan—Khan wanted to help him, after all—but his smile was pathetic and unconvincing.

"The most important thing now is authority and power. This group respects power and not logical arguments," Khan added.
He nodded: "Just watch. Within a day, you can be on your way." He said as he strode into the middle of the crowd.

"We can't stay here!" His voice sounded, and the discussion in the crowd stopped.

People listened to him carefully...Khan's language was powerful and even hypnotic.After he finished his first sentence, everyone felt a sense of crisis.Su Mengfan guessed that no one would choose to stay at this station now.

"He polluted the air here! If we breathe the air here for a long time, it will be over.

It's full of germs and if we stay here any longer we're bound to get infected and die like those rats and rot on the floor of this hall.

No one will come to help us!
We can only rely on ourselves, and we must leave this microbial, Devil's Valley-like station as soon as possible.

If we leave together now, it won't be hard for us to get through the tunnel.But we need to be quick! "

There were loud voices of approval from the crowd, but most of them, like Su Mengfan, did not like Khan's powerful preaching.

In Khan's subsequent words, Su Mengfan worried that Khan's continued suggestion of how to escape would make these people feel more and more threatened, fearful, panicky, and hopeless.

"How many people do you have?"

Immediately, several people began to count the assembled people—not counting Su Mengfan and Khan, there were eight people.

Khan said, "That means we don't have to wait any longer! There are ten of us and we can go!" But people didn't quite understand what he meant.

He went on, "Pack up your things, we're leaving in an hour! Come on, we'll be back here at the fire to assemble in a bit."

"You have to pack your things too," Khan whispered to Su Mengfan, pulling him into the small tent, "The most important thing is that they still don't understand what's going on.

If we procrastinate, they'll ask if it's worth getting out of here and going to Chesty Prude Station.

Some of them went in the opposite direction, some had nowhere to go but stayed here.

I have to take you to Heping Boulevard Station, otherwise, I'm really worried that you'll get lost or forget where or why you're going. "

While Khan rolled up the canvas and extinguished the fire, Su Mengfan quickly packed various Bourbon items into his backpack.

People who had been rushing to pack their things just now were now walking back and forth in a nondeterministic manner.

Someone squatted by the fire, another hovered towards the center of the platform, and two others were talking about something.As if to understand what was going on, Su Mengfan tugged on Khan's sleeve.

"They are discussing this matter." Su Mengfan told him.

"Why, it is human nature to discuss things," replied the Khan, "even if their wills are oppressed or bewitched, they cannot help discussing one another.

People are social, and you can't change anything.In any other case, I agree that human behavior is either divine or a corollary of evolution, depending on who I'm talking to.

But in this case, the fact is that they thought badly.My young friends, we need to interfere with them and direct their thoughts in the most useful direction. ’ he summed it up, while shouldering his gigantic traveling bag.

The fire was extinguished, and thick, formless darkness surrounded them from all sides.

Su Mengfan took out the flashlight from his pocket and pressed the button.There was a buzzing sound in the flashlight, and the light of the flashlight came on.The light is unstable, flickering.

"Go on, go on, press it again, don't be afraid." Khan encouraged him, "It can be better."

As they approached the others, they were less inclined to agree with the Khan because the man in the dead tunnel had taken the moment to think about it.

A muscular bearded man stepped forward. "Listen, brother." He casually said to Su Mengfan's companion.

Although she didn't look at him, Su Mengfan could feel Khan's amazing power, as if such a wanton move angered Khan.Su Mengfan knew that the last thing he wanted to see was Khan getting angry.

Khan holds the concept of the weak and the strong, in Su Mengfan's view, he is very cold-blooded, and he dare not imagine his angry appearance.

Perhaps with the usual expression of others washing mushrooms or making tea, he could kill.

The short and fat man said: "We have discussed it and think that your suggestion is as meaningless as trying to stop an avalanche. For myself, it is not convenient to go to the Peace Avenue Station at all. Others are also opposed. Sherman, Are you right?" He turned to the crowd for support.

Some in the crowd nodded in agreement, but seemed timid. "When the work in the tunnel starts, most of us will go to the red line via Ciudad Gomes station.

We've burned everything the skinny man had, and there's nothing left.

Don't make us worry about the air here, it's not the plague of the lungs.

If we were going to be infected, we're already infected, and it's useless to do anything else.Brother, if you won't get infected if you stay here, do you still advocate that everyone leave? "The bearded man was even more rude.

Su Mengfan was repelled by such relentless refusal. He glanced at his companion secretly, and immediately felt that this short and fat man who was not paying attention to his words was going to be in trouble now.

Khan's eyes seemed to burst into orange flames, and he could feel his ferocity and strength.

This made Su Mengfan shudder, the hair on his head stood on end, he almost wanted to open his mouth and shout.

"If there was no infection, why did you kill him?" Khan deliberately asked the short fat man softly.

"Just as a precaution!" said the chunky man roughly.

"No, friend, killing is not a drug, it's a crime. Who gave you the power to do it?"

"Don't call me friend, I'm not your dog, okay?" growled the bearded man.

"What power do I have? The power of the strong! Have you heard of it? Surely you haven't...

We can do the same to you and your foundlings!As a precaution!Understand? "

Then came Su Mengfan's familiar movements. The man opened his vest and put his hand on the holster.

(End of this chapter)