Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 146
She used a file to sharpen the steel rings on her handcuffs and anklets, the other end of which was nailed to the wall.

The file screeched and slid.

Sometimes she even felt that the niobium teeth of the file had penetrated half a millimeter, but when she looked closely, there was only a shallow groove on the steel that could just be seen with the naked eye.

But Sasha did not despair. She picked up the tool again and continued sawing the stubborn metal.

She followed a strict rhythm and sawed vigorously.

The important thing is not to mess up the rhythm, not to compromise, not to stop even for a second.

The hooped feet swelled up, and Sasha knew in her heart that even if she defeated the metal, she still couldn't escape, because her feet were no longer in control.

With difficulty, she lifted her eyelids and opened them.

The chains were still far away, and the handcuffs and shackles connected her limbs.

She lay in a battered, dingy mining rail car that groaned monotonously and crawled along at excruciatingly slow speed.

A greasy rag was stuffed into her mouth, her temples were sore, and her forehead was still bleeding.

Before being killed, Sasha became conscious.

Why didn't you die...

Only a small piece of the ceiling can be seen from the truck body, and the welds of the short cast iron pipes are constantly flashing in the messy lights!

Rail cars are running in the inter-station tunnel.

When Sasha tried to pull the bound arm out from under the back, the short tube was suddenly replaced by mottled white paint.

Sasha became alert: what station is this?

Things are bad here!

It's not just quiet and silent, but a desolate dead silence, without any signs of life, and it's pitch black.

Sasha always thought that as long as she crossed that subway bridge, all the stations would be full of people, and any place would be bustling with people.

It now appears that she was wrong.

The ceiling above Sasha froze.

Swearing, her captor climbed onto the station platform, his iron-clad boots creaking.

He looked around and walked, seeming to be familiar with the surrounding environment.

It was then heard that he had taken off the gas mask and said kindly in a low voice!

"Here we are. Long time no see!"

He exhaled heavily from his lungs, and hit—literally, kicked something bulky with his boot—a bag that was stuffed to the brim?
Sasha clenched her teeth around the foul-smelling rag as her body completed a surprising arc.

She was smart enough to guess where this fat man in a protective suit took her and who he was talking to now.

"Now your father can see you," the fat man said mockingly to her.

Sasha sat facing his father's body, his face up, his face covered in blood.

So where did Alcorn go?Why wasn't my father's body protected?

Both suspenders of the Sasha overalls had slipped off the shoulders, revealing a stained tank top with a lively bear print.

The bandit wouldn't allow her to see his face, and every time Sasha looked up to look at him, he shot a bright light into her eyes.

He had pulled the rag out of her mouth, but Sasha had no intention of talking to him.

"It's a pity you don't look like your mother. I thought you would."

With legs as heavy as elephants and heavy rubber boots splattered with blood, he paced around a post beside which sat Sasha.

Now his voice came from behind Sasha.

"Your dad probably thought that everything would fade with the passage of time. But some crimes have no expiry date... Like slander, like betrayal."

His bloated silhouette flashed out of the shadows on the other side.

He stopped next to the dead body of Sasha's father, stomped insultingly on his body with his boots, and spat heavily.

"It's such a shame that this old man kicked his legs without my help."

The fat man scanned the depressingly dull station with his light, filled with piles of useless junk, and stood beside a wheelless bicycle.

"You guys live very comfortably here. If you weren't here, your father might have hanged himself."

When the light wasn't shining on Sasha, she tried to crawl to the other side, but a second later the light from the lamp hit her face again from the darkness.

"Actually, I understand him very well." The robber jumped and jumped beside Sasha.

"He's got a daughter, but she doesn't look like her mother. I suppose he's disappointed, but that's okay." He flipped her over on the other side with the toe of his boot.

"I walked the whole subway to get here, and it didn't come in vain."

Sasha suddenly started shaking her head.

"You see, everything is not predetermined." He walked over to Sasha's father's body again.

"You once sent your rivals to the Inquisition. Thank goodness you did not punish them, but expelled them indefinitely.

But life is so long, Feng Shui always takes turns, you will not always be happy.

I'm back, even though I've fought 10 years longer than I planned to get back. "

"Returns are not accidental," Sasha whispered beside her father.

"Incisive." The fat man commented sarcastically, "Oh, who's there?"

Before the fat man turned his head to look back, a dagger had already slipped past his fat neck.

Blood spurted out immediately, and a small amount of donated blood splashed on Sasha's face.

Added a strange beauty to her.

While the fat man was struggling, Su Mengfan came out from behind him.

Looking at the frightened girl, she immediately rushed over and hugged her in her arms.

Muttering in his mouth: "Finally found you, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Sasha, who was hugged by Su Mengfan, slowly raised her arms, put them on her chest, grabbed Su Mengfan's vest, and cried bitterly.

"Father, it seems that I have found the man who is worth entrusting for life."

After an unknown amount of time, there was a sudden rustling sound from the other end of the platform, and a heavy object fell down, followed by the sound of giant beast-like footsteps...

An unreal torn silence once again enveloped the entire station.

Like the robber, Sasha really felt that something unknown was approaching them...

Su Mengfan knelt next to Sasha on one knee and clanged the bolt of the gun. He rested the gun on his shoulder and projected a wobbly spot of light on the adjacent column.

Listen, how a decades-old South Tunnel is slowly waking up. It's not a lot scarier than seeing a sculpture in a downtown subway station waking up...

An oily shadow flashed in the light, and it really didn't belong to a human figure—it didn't have the same silhouette, and the agility of its movements didn't look like it...

As soon as the light dimmed, the mysterious monster disappeared without a trace.

(End of this chapter)