Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 97 Music
Anton smiled sadly: "The people at Smolink Station were also frightened, and Kolpakov was personally very interested."

"So now he's interested, right? They're already suspecting the Met." Olmedo pulled a folded newspaper from his pocket.

Su Mengfan saw such newspapers at Metropolitan Station.

A pallet stands in one of the aisles where they can be bought, but they cost ten rounds, and it's not worth paying a lot of money for a wrapper with bad gossip.

And most of the information in these newspapers is meaningless gossip. Even the key points of information have long since passed by, and their accuracy has dropped significantly.

Because no one can tell whether a prosperous subway station will be invaded by the Fourth Reich or dark creatures in the next moment.

It seemed like Olmedo didn't regret those bullets.

Several short articles piled up under the proud name "Metro News," on rough-cut, yellowed paper.

One of them was even accompanied by a black and white photo.

In this post-nuclear world where information is not accessible, newspapers are only in the hands of high-level officials in major powers.

And these things that the subway residents can't ask for are just a pastime after dinner for them.

The headline read: "Mysterious Disappearance of Kiev Station."

Anton carefully held the newspaper and flattened it out: "They said the smoker was alive."

Olmedo nodded: "Okay, let's go, I will show you the side road, can you stop reading?"

Anton stood up, looked at his son and said to him, "I'll be back soon, listen, don't be naughty while I'm away!"

Then he turned to Su Mengfan and said, "Take care of him. Treat him as a friend."

Su Mengfan could only nod in agreement.

I have always disliked children, especially those who do not obey discipline, because he can always make your boring life more miserable.

As soon as Anton and Olmedo walked a little further, Oleg jumped up, playfully took the box away from Su Mengfan, and shouted to him: "Follow me!" Suddenly he ran to a dead end.

Su Mengfan thought that the boy was under his care now, looked guiltily at the rest of the guards, and turned on the flashlight to chase after Oleg.

Because Su Mengfan was afraid of what was inside, he didn't check the half-destroyed office facilities and waited next to the blockage.

The boy said, "Look what's going on now!" Oleg climbed up the stone, reached the pipe, and disappeared into the blockage.

He took out his box, put it on the pipe and turned the handle.

"Listen," he said, and the pipes began humming resonantly, as if they were filled with simple, melancholy tunes emanating from a music box.

The boy put his ear to the pipe, as if enchanted, and continued to turn the handle to yank the sound out of the metal box.

He stopped for a while, listened to it, smiled happily and jumped down from the pile of rocks, handed the music box to Su Mengfan and said, "Here, try it!"

Su Mengfan could imagine how the sound of a tune would change when it passes through an empty metal pipe.

But the child's eyes were so bright that he decided not to act like his neck was in excruciating pain.

He put the box on the pipe, put his ear to the cold metal and started turning the handle.

The music started to reverberate so loudly that he almost jerked his head away.

Su Mengfan was not familiar with the laws of acoustics. He couldn't understand how this piece of metal could amplify the tune in such a weak tinkle box so loudly.

He turned the handle for a few more seconds, played three short pieces, nodded to Oleg and said: "It's wonderful!"

He started laughing, "Listen again!"

Su Mengfan shrugged and looked towards the sentry post to see if Olmedo and Anton had returned. He put his ear on the pipe again: "Don't turn around, just listen!"

What can a man hear now?

wind?

Or drown out the echoes of the eerie noise of the tunnel between Eric Shiva and the Peace Station?

A deep voice came from an unimaginable distance, struggling through the rock formations of the earth.

They came from the direction of lifeless Victory Park.

There is nothing to doubt about this.

Su Mengfan stood there motionless and listened, gradually getting colder.

He understood that he was listening to the impossible - music.

I haven’t heard music for a long time since I came to this world.

The last time I heard music, it seemed that I was listening to two people playing the saxophone at the Gomes City Station.

In the end, it was forcibly stopped by the thugs at the subway station, so that the last piece of music was not heard.

And since coming to this world, Su Mengfan has never seen any electronic equipment.

I feel like the savage who carried the deep forest all the year round in the previous life.

Already derailed from the world.

Here in that little music box, hear the long-lost music.

And this Oleg brought himself quite a surprise.

Somebody or something was repeating the melancholy tune from the music box a few kilometers away.

But this is not an echo: the unknown player has made several mistakes and shortened the key in places, but the theme is still perfectly recognizable.

It wasn't a loud bell at all, it was more like humming...or singing?

Is it a mixture of many voices?

No, still humming...

Oleg smiled and asked him: "What is it playing?"

Su Mengfan muttered hoarsely: "Quiet! I'm still listening! What is it?" Her lips didn't even open.

The boy explained simply: "Music! The pipes are playing!"

It seemed as if the melancholy impression that this terrible singing had produced in Su Mengfan's mind was not conveyed to the boy.

To him, it was just a pleasant game, and he would never ask how he heard a tune from a station cut off from the whole world, where all living people disappeared into the thin air more than ten years ago. in the air.

Oleg climbed up the rock and was about to start his little machine again, but Su Mengfan suddenly worried about him and himself inexplicably.

He grabbed the boy's hand and, ignoring his resistance, dragged him back to the stove.

Oleg shouted: "Coward! Coward! Only children believe these stories!"

Su Mengfan stopped and looked into his eyes: "What story?"

"They take children who walk into tunnels to hear the sound of pipes!"

Su Mengfan dragged him to the stove again: "Who will take them?" He stopped.

A vigilante who had spoken of the curse stood up and said the words stuck in their throats again: "Dead!" Their adventure ended just in time.

Anton and Olmedo were coming back to the post, and someone was walking with them.

Su Mengfan quickly asked the boy to sit down, and the child's father asked him to take care of Oleg, and he could not indulge his whims...

Who knows what superstition Su Mengfan believes in?
Anton sat on the sack next to Su Mengfan. "He's not being naughty, is he?"

Su Mengfan shook his head, hoping that the boys would not brag about their adventures.

But it seems that he understands everything by himself, which is normal.

(End of this chapter)