Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 117 Haze
The walls parted, and they entered the marble hall, so wide that the beam of the flashlight hardly reached the opposite wall, compared with another secret station.

The ceiling here is high and heavy, supported by ornate columns and a huge chandelier darkened by age.

But it still glowed in the torch beam, and the walls were inlaid with huge slats.

It depicts a bearded old man surrounded by people in overalls smiling at him, girls in stately clothes and hoods, soldiers in outdated hats, A squadron of fighter jets and a rumbling column of tanks, and finally the Kremlin.

This amazing station has no station name and even without a name they understand where they are.

The pillars and walls were covered with a thick layer of dust, and it was evident that no one had set foot in the place in recent decades, and strangely enough even the bravest savages had fled the place.

On a track a little farther down was an unusual train of cars.

It has only two cars, they are painted a dark green protective color, the windows are replaced by gaps that simulate the positions of guns, and each car has a door, which is locked.

Su Mengfan thought that perhaps the residents of the Kremlin could not escape from their secret orbit, they came to the platform and stopped.

"This is what it looks like here." The stealth hero looked up, looking at the ceiling as far as his helmet allowed. "I've heard many legends...but it's not like they say..."

"Where are you going now?" Ullman asked.

"I don't know." Olmedo said frankly, "We have to study it."

This time he didn't impose on them, and people gradually gathered around and gathered together.

In some respects, the station is traditional, with two tracks built into the sides of the platform, and an extended corridor terminated by two never-ending escalators that serve as exits to the tall round arches, near them That one is up.

Another plunge to unimaginable depths, and somewhere in here, there must be an elevator.

As ordinary people, former residents of the Kremlin can hardly climb down the escalator in 2 minutes.

Olmedo was fascinated, and so were the others.

They wanted to shine their flashlights on the highest arches, scrutinized the bronze sculptures in the corridors, admired the magnificent paneling, and marveled at the grandeur of the station.

This is a real underground palace, they began to whisper, so as not to disturb the tranquility here, looking at the walls here with admiration.

Su Mengfan completely forgot the danger, the pastor who committed suicide, and the intoxicating brilliance of the Kremlin starlight.

There was only one thing on his mind, and he was trying to imagine how indescribably beautiful the station had once been in the light of the chandelier!

They approached the other end of the corridor, where the escalator led down.

Su Mengfan wanted to know what was hidden below, maybe another station leading directly to the secret bunker in the Urals?
Or tracks leading to countless dungeon passages?

Underground fortress?

Strategic caches of weapons, medicine and food?

Or just as far as the eye can see, the endless descending steps between the two ribbon railings?
Might the deepest part of the subway that Khan mentioned be located there?

Su Mengfan imagined the most impossible scenes and slowed down his pace.

So, he wasn't the first to reach the handrail of the escalator.

When they got to the escalator, he'd see what was down there.

The warrior who had told him the story of the lion ant was the first to reach the arch, and he shrieked and stepped back in fear.

Later, Su Mengfan also arrived there.

Slowly, the two elevators began to operate. They were like magical creatures that had been sleeping for hundreds of years. After sleeping for many years, they suddenly woke up, gearing up and stretching their muscles and bones.

The stairs rolled down with an unfriendly creaking sound.

It was an eerie horror that could not be expressed in words... It was not an exaggeration at all, it was different from the escalator that Su Mengfan knew.

He could feel it, but had no way of making sense of it.

"Do you hear how quiet it is? You know, it's not the engine that's driving it. The engine room isn't running anymore. Ullman was instrumental in that."

Of course, it did, the steps creaked, the gears rubbed against each other without lubrication, and the machine made a sound when it was restarted.

Is that all?
Su Mengfan heard the clucking and clicking sounds he had heard in the tunnel again.

He plucked up the courage to move closer to the edge, illuminating the sloping tunnel where the stair's black-and-brown balustrades raced swiftly.

For a while it seemed as though the Kremlin's secrets were about to be revealed to him.

He saw something dirty, brown, greasy, overflowing, alive oozing from the cracks in the steps.

It gushed out from the gap and landed on all the steps that Su Mengfan could see.

But it's not pointless ups and downs.

All this gushing, living matter is part of a vast whole that is constantly moving the ladder.

Somewhere tens of meters below, this dirty, oily thing was scattered on the floor, spreading, flowing, vibrating, and making a disgusting sound.

For Su Mengfan, the arch is like a giant jaw, the dome of the escalator tunnel is like a throat, and the stairs themselves are like the greedy tongue of an ancient god awakened by a stranger.

At this time, as if a hand touched and caressed his consciousness, like in a tunnel, his brain was blank.

He just wants to do one thing, get down the escalator and find the answers to all his questions.

In his concentrated imagination, the star of the Kremlin officer flickered again.

"Su Mengfan, run!" A gloved hand patted his cheek, and he felt his skin burn.

Waking up from his imagination, he was surprised to find that the brown slurry was crawling all over the tunnel, spreading and expanding in sight, foaming like steamed pig's milk.

His legs didn't work, and he was only briefly conscious.

What had once held it gave him only a moment to be free, then took hold of him again, pulling him back into the foggy haze once more.

"Hold him!"

"First guy! Don't cry..."

"It's so heavy... The wounded are still here..."

"Put it down! Put down the stretcher! Where are you going to get the stretcher!"

"Wait a while, I'm going to climb up too, two are easy..."

"Your hand, give me your hand! Come on!"

"Lord! They're overflowing..."

"Tighten it...don't look! Don't look there! Do you hear me?"

"In his face! There it is!"

"For me! That's the order! I'll shoot!"

Strange flashes of green, on the rivet-strewn side of the track, for some reason, the ceiling is reversed, and then the dirty floor... Darkness... Green armor again...

Then the world stopped rocking and became calm and calm.

(End of this chapter)