Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 90 Parliament
Mercury lamps are lit here, as in Bolovet Station, and the living areas are nestled in brick arches.

The sentry stood there, and there were plenty of soldiers here, as far as the eye could see.

On the white walls, there is a golden eagle embroidered according to the standards of military parades. This golden eagle does not seem to fade over time.There are events happening everywhere.

Brahmins in robes walked around, and cleaning ladies cleaned the floors and scolded those who tried to cross the unbroken ground.

There are a lot of people here, and there are people coming from other subway stations.

This can be seen in the sunglasses they wear and the way they hold their hands together to cover their squinting eyes.

Only the living and administrative areas are located on the platforms, with shopping malls and food vendors on the passages.

Olmedo brought Su Mengfan to the office at the end of the platform, and asked him to sit on a marble bench covered with wood. The chair had been worn by many people and was worn out. Olmedo asked him to wait here and then left.

Looking at the intricately painted ceiling, Su Mengfan wondered how Metropolis Station had failed to live up to his expectations.

Life here is completely different: the people here are not enthusiastic, angry, and full of fear like in other subway stations.Knowledge, books, and culture seem to play a fundamental role.

On the way from Bolovite Station to Arbat Station they passed at least five book stalls, and even saw a poster announcing Shakespeare's play tomorrow night, like at Bolovite Station, somewhere he could hear this music.

The two subway stations and the passage in between are well preserved.

All damage was immediately repaired by a maintenance crew on the go, although obvious spots and signs of water seepage could be seen on the walls.

Out of curiosity, Su Mengfan looked at the tunnel, everything was in order.

It is very dry and clean here, and there is a street lamp on every 100 meters within his field of vision.

From time to time, a manual car with boxes passed by, occasionally stopping to let passengers off, or stopping to load a box of books that the Metropolitan Station distributed throughout the subway station.

"All of this may be over soon," Su Mengfan thought suddenly.

"The VDNKh station can no longer bear the pressure of these monsters... no wonder," he said to himself.

But I have never really met the Dark Race, and what I saw in my memory did not show any hostility, and even saved Artyom and me from those lost dogs.

I don't know why the subway station was suddenly invaded this time. From what Olmedo said, it seems that this invasion is not simple.

Is the VDNKh station really going from bad to worse?
That would mean that Artyom would be homeless.

From the invasion of dark creatures and the plague in the subway station, Su Mengfan realized that the living space of human beings is getting smaller and smaller.

And what the Spartan Rangers and Hunter did may be the key to coming to this world and completing the system tasks.

It seems that the cooperation with the elders of the Metropolitan Brahmins is getting more and more anxious.And after this memory, we must find an opportunity to cooperate with the Metropolis.

One thing is for sure, that is, if he was still alive, he would never believe this.

"Come on, Alcorn," Olmedo called to him. "They want to talk to you."

He had taken off his hazmat suit and put on a sweater, an eye-catching black navy hat without a badge, and pocketless trousers exactly like Hunter's.

Regardless, the stealth hero was reminded of Hunter when he saw him, not because of his outfit, but because of his mannerisms.

He imitated Hunter and stretched himself as freely as possible, even speaking in short, telegraphic sentences.

There were two stained oak panels on the office wall, and two huge oil paintings faced each other.

Su Mengfan easily recognized that one of the paintings was a library, and the other was a tall building made of white stones.The label below the painting reads "General Staff, Metropolitan Polis".

A large wooden table sits in the center of the spacious room.

About 10 men sat on the chairs beside the table, and they looked at Su Mengfan carefully.

Half of them wore gray Brahmin robes; the other half, officers' uniforms.It turns out that the one sitting under the painting "General Staff" is an officer, and the one sitting under the painting "Library" is a Brahmin.

Sitting at the table and directing solemnly is a small man.

He wears glasses and has a large patch of baldness on the top of his head.

He wore a suit and tie but no tattoos identifying his caste.

“Let’s get down to business,” he said without introducing himself. “Tell us everything you know, including the tunnel from your subway station to Peace Avenue Station.”

Su Mengfan described in detail the war situation between the All-Russia Exhibition Hall Station and the Dark Race.

Finally, he told about his experience of walking to Metropolitan Station.

When he told about what happened in the tunnels at the Alesiev, Rizskaya, and Peace Avenue stations, soldiers, officers, and brahmins began to whisper to each other, and some thought it was incredible.

Some thought it was nonsense, and from time to time an officer who was sitting in a corner taking notes secretly asked him to repeat his story.

When the discussion finally ended, Su Mengfan was allowed to continue telling his story.But it wasn't until he got to Polyyanka station and its inhabitants that his story really caught the interest of this audience.

"What nonsense you are!" an officer interrupted angrily.

The officer was about 50 years old, with a strong build, his hair combed back, and a pair of steel-rimmed glasses that sunk into the bridge of his nose.

"It is well known that Polyyanka station is uninhabited. That subway station has been abandoned for a long time.

Indeed, many people pass by there every day, but no one can live there.

There are liquid eruptions from time to time, and there are signs of danger everywhere.

Of course, cats and waste paper disappeared long ago, too.The entire platform was completely deserted.No one at all.Stop making up stories. "

The other officers nodded in agreement, but Su Mengfan fell into silence in confusion.

When the story stops at Polyyanka Station, a thought pops up that the general tranquility of the subway station is unreal.

But he immediately rejected this idea, because those residents really existed.

However, the Brahmin did not agree with the officer's statement.

Someone patted him on the shoulder.It was the officer who took notes as he spoke.

"Council members say Metropolis is not going to help your tube station in any way.

They appreciate your detailed report on the subway system.You are free now, you can go. "

That's right.

It is impossible for Metropolitan Station to provide any help.

It is nothing.

He did everything he could, but nothing changed.

The next thing was to go back to VDNKh station and stand shoulder to shoulder with the guards there.

Su Mengfan sighed and stood up from the chair, and left slowly without any definite destination.

(End of this chapter)