Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 93 Merchant
One of the vendors chased them and asked, "Are they so powerful because they stood on Slidensk Avenue to protect Vasilyevich?"

Olmedo replied: "It's at Slitensk Street." Su Mengfan felt a pang of jealousy, and the latter didn't want to tell him anything.

The tall, lanky trader murmured, "Yes, I understand. The Slitenskoy Street station is getting more and more scary now.

Never mind though, these well-dressed guards are bound to be hot before long.

Everyone will come running to you from the Slitenskoye station, do you know who will survive in the station?Better to be killed. "

Another snorted maliciously: "Have you ever shot a gun yourself?"

The tall and lanky man responded: 'Hmph!Stop pretending to be a hero!Also, you don't feel too hot yourself. "

Su Mengfan couldn't control herself: "What's going on?"

The two vendors immediately looked at him as if he had asked a stupid question that even a child knew the answer to.

Olmedo did not speak, the traders became quieter and they walked for some time in silence.

Whether it was because of this, or maybe it was because the long-lasting silence became more and more weird, Su Mengfan didn't want to hear any more explanations.

When he decided to abandon them, the lanky man finally announced reluctantly: "The tunnel to the cultural park is there, just ahead..." Hearing the name of the station, his two companions moved closer to each other up.

Su Mengfan soon felt a gust of damp tunnel air gushing out, and the walls of the tunnel were collapsing.

Even Olmedo shrugged, as if trying to warm up.

Su Mengfan had never heard anything bad about the Cultural Park, and he couldn't think of any stories related to this station.

Just why did he become so disturbed when he suddenly heard its name?

I always feel that something out of the line of fate will happen, which will somehow affect this action.

Olmedo asked gravely: "What? Is it getting worse now?"

The bearded man muttered vaguely: "What do we know? We're just ordinary people. We pass by there sometimes. Stay there and you'll understand."

The dumpy trader said under his breath: "There were people missing and a lot of people were frightened so they all ran away.

One has absolutely no idea who disappeared or who ran off alone, and it's all the more terrifying to the other person. "

"Damn all these tunnels!" said the tall lanky man, and slapped the ground.

"The tunnel is blocked," Olmedo said.

Pointing to his bearded companion, the tall lanky man said, "They've been plugged for 100 years, but since then?
If you are a stranger, you better understand us!
Everyone knows there is a fear of tunnels, even if they get blown up or blocked three times.

Anyone can feel it on their skin when they stand here, even Sergeyevich over there. "

"Exactly," confirmed the shaggy Sergeyevich, who for one reason or another crossed himself on his chest.

"They're guarding the tunnel, aren't they?" Olmedo asked.

The bearded man nodded: "The patrol is here every day."

Olmedo pressed: "Have they caught anyone? Or seen anyone?"

The vendor made a helpless gesture: "How do we know?"

Olmedo did not back away: "I didn't hear that, but they were trying to catch someone."

"What do the locals say?" The lanky man didn't say anything, he just made a somber gesture.

But Sergeyevich glanced back and said softly: "It's the city of the dead."

So he made the sign of the cross on his chest again.

Su Mengfan wanted to laugh: he had heard too many stories, prophecies, legends and theories about hell in the subway.

About the souls inside the pipes along the tunnel and the gates of hell they're digging at one of the stations.

There is now a City of the Dead in Victory Park.

I won't be surprised if I hear words like Ark or Dawn in the future.

And those so-called terrible sketches have already made him hold back his laughter, except for the warm clothes, everything else makes him feel cold.

The worst thing was that Olmedo fell silent and stopped all inquiries.

Su Mengfan hoped that his companions would just ignore such absurd ideas contemptuously.

They walked the rest of the way in silence, each lost in his own thoughts.

The road proved to be utterly still, empty, dry and unobstructed, and besides all, something bad awaited them with a heavy feeling that intensified with every step.

As soon as they entered the station, the feeling rushed over them, as uncontrollable as groundwater—muddy and cold.

Is this what people from the Caucasus call the "sunny" Slitenskaya station"?

The man was in the same cell as he had been in a Fourth Reich prison.

Or did he have in mind a station of the same name at Ferif?

And is it really worth remembering?

There is an unusual atmosphere here, an atmosphere that does not conform to the local style.

You can't say that the station was neglected and all the inhabitants fled.

In fact, there are a lot of people here, it's just that Slitenskaya Prospekt station feels like it doesn't belong to its residents.

They all live very close to each other.

Tents were set up on the walls or side by side in the middle of the hall.

Nowhere is the distance between tents required by fire and safety regulations in sight.

Apparently, they were afraid of something more dangerous than fire.

When Su Mengfan stared into their eyes, those passers-by immediately turned their heads wearily, and in order to avoid strangers, they all chose side roads, just like beetles running along the cracks.

The platform, sandwiched between two rows of low circular arches, leads down several escalators on one side and rises up on the other side by short stairs that open a path to another. Passage to the station.

The coals were smoking in several places, and there was a tantalizing aroma of grilled meat.

There was a child crying beside him.

Despite its location on the edge of what peddlers call the City of the Dead, Kiev Station is utterly alive.

The vendors said a quick goodbye and disappeared down a passage leading to another line.

Olmedo carefully looked along the side, and resolutely began to walk towards the side of one of the passages.

It can be seen from this that he comes here regularly.

Su Mengfan couldn't understand why the stealth hero asked the vendor about the station in such detail.

Is he trying to screen potential spies?

(End of this chapter)