Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 82 Chess Pieces
At first glance, this may not be happening.But if you think about it...

How else to explain Su Mengfan's meeting with Mark?

Not only did he popularize the relevant knowledge of the subway for himself, but he also took himself to fight the unsuccessful DB.

But he provided Su Mengfan the only possibility to enter the Lufthansa station.

Most importantly, when he accepts his fate to clean the toilets, fate seems to turn around and walk away.

Although he himself didn't understand the act of running away, the most critical point came:
The guard who was supposed to be on guard happened to be absent, and he didn't even catch up afterwards.

Therefore, when he returns to his own way from the crooked and forked path, and is in step with the narrative mode of life again, it has actually caused a serious distortion of reality.

Under such a reaction, Su Mengfan's fate developed further without hindrance, repairing the distortion by himself.

This must mean that once he deviates from the goal and deviates from the track, fate will automatically abandon him, and the invisible shield it uses to protect Su Mengfan will instantly disintegrate into pieces.

The thread of Ariadne that he carefully holds in his hand will also be disconnected, and he must face the bleak reality of his wanton intrusion into chaos...

Does this prove that who ever tried to cheat fate and insisted on following the gathering dark clouds, then his path would not be easy?
Henceforth his life would be monotonous, and nothing rare, miraculous, or unexplainable would happen.

Because the plot line has been broken and he has to pay for his recklessness...

Does this mean that Su Mengfan not only has no rights, but also has no possibility of deviating from the track?
Is this fate?

Is this the fate he didn't believe in before?
He didn't believe it before because he couldn't explain it, didn't know how to read the signs.

I naively thought that this road would give me a wide field of vision, but I didn't realize that I walked on a chaotic and tangled abandoned path without knowing the direction.

It seems that he is going his own way, and the things in his life are in harmony, governing the will and reason, so that his enemies are blind, while his friends can see the light and help him in time.

This plot holds reality so tightly that the usual odds will obediently change, like a pair of invisible hands helping him move on the chessboard of life...

If that's the case, then "What's the point of any of this?"

The question, which before could only have been answered with a melancholy silence or a gnashing of teeth, just disappeared.

Now, he mustered up the courage to declare to himself that there was no evidence or a higher plan, that there was no law or justice in the world, and that it was all superfluous, because the plan was God-given.

He didn't want to reject the idea.

Especially when it comes from an old and stubborn person who doesn't believe in any religion or doctrine like myself-what a tempting idea!
At the same time, it also means one thing.

"I can't stay any longer," Su Mengfan said, standing up, he felt full of fresh and boiling power, "I can't stay any longer," he repeated.

"I have to go, I have to!"

He no longer tilted his head, and forgot the fear that had driven him to the fire, and he sprang up into the lower track and continued on into the darkness.

Su Mengfan's doubts were dispelled, and now he has perfect peace of mind and is confident that everything will go well.

It's as if even if he falls down on the road, he believes that his foot injury can be recovered entirely by fate.

Now the road under his feet seems to be retreating on its own, and he doesn't need to do anything. In just a moment, he completely disappeared into the darkness.

"It's a perfect theory, isn't it?" said Sergey Andreevich, drawing on his cigarette.

"Perfect enough to be believed!" Yevgeny Dmitrievich replied, scratching the base of the cat's ears casually.

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Only one tunnel remains.

The goal that Hunter gave him was also the goal that Su Mengfan had stubbornly and recklessly insisted on achieving, and it will be realized after walking through one more tunnel.

After passing through a dry and quiet tunnel about two or three kilometers long, he will arrive at the station.

An echoing silence in the tunnel enveloped Su Mengfan, almost as if it was echoing in his mind, but at this moment he didn't ask himself any more.

In another four and 10 minutes, he will arrive at Metropolitan Station.

Four and ten minutes later, his trek was over.

He didn't even realize that he was walking in impenetrable darkness just now.

He moved forward with a firm step, as if oblivious to all the dangers that threatened him:

Unarmed, without identification, without a flashlight, without any weapons, wearing only strange-looking baggy overalls, and with no knowledge of the tunnel or the dangers he might face when crossing it.

He firmly believed that as long as he followed the path in his heart, nothing could threaten him.

Where have all the seemingly inescapable horrors in the tunnel gone?

What about his fatigue and lost confidence?

Echo messed everything up.

Because the tunnel was empty, the sound of his footsteps echoed around him.

The sound of footsteps rumbling after being reflected from the tunnel wall gradually faded and turned into a rustling sound, and then slowly echoed, so that it seemed that Su Mengfan was not walking alone in the tunnel at all.

After a while, this thought became stronger and stronger, so much so that Su Mengfan wanted to stop and listen carefully to see if the echo of his footsteps had a life of its own.

He continued to struggle for a while with his urge to stop.

His steps became slow and quiet, and he listened carefully to see if that would make the echoes less loud.

Finally, Su Mengfan stopped completely, standing still in the impenetrable darkness.

Waiting, not even daring to breathe.

He was afraid that the sound of air entering his lungs would affect his perception and judgment of the slight grunt in the distance.

Deathly silence.

Now that he stopped moving, his perception of real space disappeared once again.

As he walked, it was as if he could capture that reality with the soles of his boots.

And when he stopped in the middle of the dark tunnel, he suddenly didn't know where he was.

And, to him, when he started walking again, it was as if he could hear the barely perceptible echo of his footsteps before he stepped onto the concrete.

His heartbeat started to beat faster.

But soon he was able to convince himself that it was foolish and pointless to be so obsessed with every rustle in the tunnel.

(End of this chapter)