Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 94 Delicious
After a while, they stopped at the entrance of stacked office facilities.

The door here was knocked down, but there was a guard standing outside.

Su Mengfan guessed that the authorities did it.

A clean-shaven elder with well-groomed hair, he comes out to meet the stealth hero.

He wore the old blue uniform of a subway worker, faded from washing over the years, but still clean.

Clearly he was taking good care of himself, and the man saluted Olmedo.

For some reason he puts only two fingers on his forehead, and less attentively than the patrol, but funny, he squints mockingly.

"Good day," he said in a friendly low voice.

The stealth hero replied, "Good day, sir."

He laughed, and ten minutes later they were sitting in the warm room drinking the rest of the mushroom tea.

This time they didn't keep him out like he wanted, but they allowed him to join in on serious matters.

It is a pity that he did not understand anything about the conversation between the stealth hero and the station master, whom Olmedo called Arkadiye Semyonovich.

At first Olmedo asked about Bonnsay, then he started asking if there was any movement in the tunnel.

The station master reported that Bonsay had left to attend to private matters but would be back soon, and suggested that he should wait for him.

Then they discussed the details of some kind of agreement in depth, so that Su Mengfan quickly lost the thread of the conversation completely.

He just sat there, sipping hot tea, the smell of mushrooms reminding him of the VDNKh station, and he looked around.

Kiev station is markedly better at preserving history: the walls of the rooms are hung with worn-out blankets with designs still on them.

In several places, just above the rugs all the way at the tunnel junction, hung pencil drawings in wide gilt frames, and the table next to their seats looked like an antique.

Su Mengfan couldn't imagine how many stealth heroes it would take to move it out of someone's vacant apartment, and how much the original owner of the station paid.

On one wall hangs a saber, darkened with time, and next to it is a prehistoric-style pistol, no longer fit for firing.

On a wardrobe at the far side of the room was a large white skull, though its owner was unknown.

Arkadiye Semyonovich shook his head: "There is nothing in these tunnels. We are keeping watch, so people are still calm.

Having been there yourself, it is clear that both lines are blocked for about 300 meters from the station, making it impossible for anyone to show up. "

Olmedo frowned: "But someone is missing?"

The station master agreed: "Someone will disappear."

He moved his hand to the stairs and continued, "I just don't know where they're going, I thought they ran away, we don't have any cordon at the passage, and it's the whole city, they can go wherever they want.

You can go to the Moscow Metro Line 5, or you can go to the Ferif station.They say Lufthansa is releasing people outside our station right now. "

"But what are they afraid of?" asks the stealth hero.

Arkadiye Semyonovich gestured helplessly: "What are you afraid of? I'm afraid someone will disappear. You can look around."

Olmedo said suspiciously: "It's weird, you know, let's go see the guard again while we wait for Trejak, just to get acquainted. Otherwise they will worry about Smolink standing."

The station master nodded: "I understand, okay, you go to the third tent now, Anton lives there. He is the commander of the next squad, tell him I sent you there."

The tent with the number "[-]" sprayed on it was very noisy.

Two little friends, about ten years old, were playing with the casings of automatic weapons on the floor.

Sitting next to her was a young girl who was watching her brothers with wide eyes and curiosity, not participating in the game.

A neat middle-aged woman in an apron is cutting a food for dinner.

It's cozy here, with a pleasant homey smell in the air.The woman said with a friendly smile: "Anton is out, sit down and wait for him."

The children began to look at them warily, and then one of them walked over to Su Mengfan.

"Do you have any shell casings?" he asked, looking at him sullenly.

The woman said sternly: "Oleg, don't take it now." She didn't stop what she was doing.

To Su Mengfan's surprise, Olmedo put his hand into his trouser pocket and found several distinctive rectangular shell casings, which were not Kalashnikov bullets.

The stealth hero squeezed them into his fists and jingled them like children's toys, and he handed the treasures to the child.

The child's eyes lit up immediately, but he didn't have the courage to accept the gift.

The stealth hero slammed the shell into the child's outstretched palm.

The boy exclaimed happily, "Now I'm going to win! Look how big! He'll be Speightsnaz!"

Su Mengfan saw that the shell casings they were playing with were arranged in two equal rows to represent tin soldiers.

He used to play like that himself, he's just lucky that, despite all his collections, he still has actual little tin soldiers.

As the battle unfolded on the ground, the children's father entered the tent.

He was a thin, short man with wet dark blond hair.

Seeing strangers, he nodded silently to them, did not speak, and stared intently at Olmedo.

The second boy babbled, "Daddy, Daddy, did you bring us some more shell casings? Oleg has more now, and they gave him some long ones!" He tugged at his father's trouser legs.

The stealth hero explained: "We are from the authorities, and we will go to the tunnel with you on duty, just like reinforcements."

The tent owner said softly, "More reinforcements are out of the question." But the lines on his face began to unravel.

He pointed to the padded sack that was used as a chair at home and said, "My name is Anton. Let's go after we have some food, sit down."

Despite the guest's refusal, the two still picked up a steaming bowl containing tubers that Su Mengfan was not familiar with.

He looked at the Stealth Hero suspiciously, and the Stealth Hero confidently forked a piece into his mouth and began to chew.

He tasted very satisfied, which gave Su Mengfan a kind of courage.

The tubers didn't taste like mushrooms, they were sweet and somewhat fatty, and it took him only a few minutes to finish the bowl.

At first Su Mengfan wanted to ask what they were eating, but then he thought he had better not know.

They are delicious.

Some locals believe that a mouse's brain is a delicacy...

　Thanks to the book friend "De Lim" for the reward of 2000 starting coins and 1 monthly ticket, and add a new chapter here.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)