Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 115 Guilt
The others seemed to understand as well, they hurriedly turned their heads from time to time to look at Su Mengfan who was stumbling forward behind the team.

And looking into his eyes, they kept moving forward without being distracted by the fence that separated the branches and the thick and locked iron gate on the wall.

At this moment, Su Mengfan understood how huge the underground labyrinth dug by generations of residents of this city was.

This metro is made up of countless passages and corridors that stretch deep into a vast network.

Some of the doors the group passed were open, and flashlights showed abandoned houses with rusted bunk beds.

It can be seen that this spectacular scene has been abandoned by the subway system for a long time.

Su Mengfan is still searching pointlessly for the traces left by humans.

The road seemed endless. The old man had been walking very slowly. No matter if he was poked in the back or the soldiers spoke harsh words to him, he could not speed up. It didn't stay for more than half a minute.

Surprisingly Oleg persisted, even though he was tired, without complaining.

He just kept sobbing and trying his best to keep up with the group.

I felt guilty for what I had done before, and I didn't know how to face my father Anton later.

Up front, a lively discussion began.

Looking at the soldier's broad back from behind, Su Mengfan knew what was happening.

They entered a new station, which looked the same as the previous one. It had low arches, pillars as thick as elephant legs, and painted cement walls. The platform was very wide. Standing at one end, you couldn't see the other end. At a glance, I would have thought there were 2000 people waiting for the bus here.

But there is no one here, long ago, the last train was sent to an unknown destination, and the tracks were covered with black rust and covered with moss.

The name of the station in copper characters made Su Mengfan frightened. It was the mysterious name "Rensta".

He immediately thought of the troop personnel at the Metropolitan Station and the meager lights in the deserted square nearby with the collapsed walls of the Defense Building.

Olmedo raised a gloved hand.

At this point, the crowd immediately stopped.

"Urman, follow me," Olmedo shouted, and he quickly climbed onto the platform. The strong warrior beside him followed the man who gave him the order, and their quiet footsteps gradually disappeared in the silence. At the station.

The rest of the crowd, as if they had received an order, were on the defensive, keeping an eye on both directions of the tunnel.

Su Mengfan found himself among them, and he thought that maybe under the cover of his comrades, he could find out the strangeness.

"Will Dad die?" He felt a little boy pulling his sleeve, Su Mengfan looked down, and Oleg was looking at him with pleading eyes.

Su Mengfan knew that the child was about to cry. He shook his head calmly and touched the child's head with his hand.

"Is it because I told where dad works? Did they hurt him for that reason?" Oleg asked. "Dad always told me not to tell anyone."

He sobbed, "He said people didn't like missile launchers, Dad said, because missile launchers used to defend the country, they weren't shameful, and they weren't bad. But other people envied them."

Su Mengfan glanced at the pastor worriedly. The old man was already sitting on the ground because of the exhaustion of the journey, staring at the front of Kong Kong with empty eyes, and did not pay attention to their conversation.

A few minutes later, Olmedo and Ullman returned.

People gathered around Olmedo, and he began to tell everyone:
“The station was empty but not abandoned, there were a few wretches and other things in a few places…

We found a hand-drawn diagram, if one is to believe, of the line leading to the Kremlin.

The central station and the transfer line to another line are there.One of them went to Mayakov station and we had to go in that direction.

The track should be free, and we don't have to worry about the passage next to it. Is there a problem? "The soldiers looked at each other, but no one said anything.

Then the old man, who was sitting on the floor without any attention, became sad when he heard about the Kremlin, and he started shaking his head and muttering something incessantly.

Olmedo bent down and took out what was stuffed in his mouth.

The priest began to babble: "You can't go there! You can't! I won't go to the Kremlin! Leave me here!"

"What's wrong?" Olmedo asked unhappily.

"We can't go to the Kremlin! We can't go there! I won't go!" the old man kept repeating like a wind-up toy, looking very irritable.

"Well, then, you don't go there," Olmedo answered him.

"At least, your people don't have to go there. The tunnel is empty and clean. I'm not going to go to the branch line. I'd better go straight through the Kremlin."

People began to murmur.

Su Mengfan thought of the ominous light on the Kremlin tower and realized that it was not just priests who were afraid of going there.

"Everyone!" Olmedo yelled, "We're leaving, there's no time to waste. Today is their taboo day, and there's no one in the tunnel. We don't know when it will end, so let's hurry! "

"No! Don't go there! You can't go! I won't go either!" The old man seemed completely crazy.When a warrior approaches him, the priest's hand makes small, flexing movements.When the machine gun was pointed at him, he pretended to obey.

"Okay, lost!" After a few seconds, his victorious laughter turned into a strangled gasp, his body began to twitch, foaming at his mouth, his face became extremely ugly, and his mouth twisted upward.

This is the scariest smile Su Mengfan has ever seen in his life.

"Okay," Olmedo called.

He approached the fallen old man, hooked him with the point of his shoe, and turned him over.The stiff corpse turned heavily, face down.

Su Mengfan initially thought that Olmedo did this because he did not want to see the face of the deceased, but later he understood the real reason.

Olmedo shines his flashlight on the old man's wrists, which are tightly bound with silk threads.

It turned out that the pastor had inserted the needle he had placed in his left forearm into his right fist.

Su Mengfan didn't understand how he did it. Where did he hide this poisonous item? Why didn't he use it earlier?
He turned away from the body and covered Oleg's eyes with his palms, where he froze.

Perhaps this is his last chance to mock everyone, giving people hope and despair at the same time.

Yes, he succeeded.

Although the order to advance was given, not a single warrior was aroused.

Olmedo looked at them and could imagine what the soldiers were thinking.

If someone would rather commit suicide than go to the Kremlin, what awaits them?

(End of this chapter)