Chapter 158 Ruthless
Homer felt that Hunter's shooting just now was not out of consideration for our safety, nor was it because of his disgust.

This senseless killing may just be to satisfy a unique hobby of his own.

Thinking of this, for a moment, Homer didn't even want to continue following Hunter.

His cruelty and ruthlessness tortured his nerves all the time.

This is contrary to the beautiful things in my book, and it also violently destroys my view of beauty in my heart.

The silent deaths of the two ghouls outraged their companions.

After smelling a fresh breath of death, the most timid, cowardly and lazy ones among them all rushed towards the platform, and their hoarse breathing and plaintive cries could almost be heard.

They filled the trains on both sides, stuck to the windows one after another, and gathered at the door of the carriage, silent.

These corpse eaters did not show hatred, desire for revenge, or aggressive arrogance, and the three of them should leave quickly.

The corpse eaters began to devour the corpses of their companions.

Homer believes that aggression is Hunter's nature, and those who eat carrion for a living have no need to kill others, and there is no need for that.

Because all living things will die one day, and after they die, they will fall into their mouths and become their food.

All that is needed is to wait.

Under the light, through the dirty green glass, you can vaguely see the dirty faces stuck to the glass - distorted body, long sharp claws, endlessly touching the devil Satan's aquarium from inside.

In the darkness and dead silence, hundreds of pairs of turbid and eerie eyes stared at them without relaxing for a moment, watching them pass through the station.

The corpse eater's head swayed with the figures of the three, as if paying attention.

His gaze was like that of a visitor in a museum of rare treasures, concentrating on a deformed baby soaked in a formalin flask.

That is, of course, if no one sews their eyelids together in advance.

Although the day of paying the price for "not believing in God" is approaching day by day, Homer still cannot force himself to believe in the existence of God, let alone the existence of the devil.

If there is such a thing as purgatory, Homer sees it as nothing more than that.

Sisyphus was doomed to struggle against gravity for life, and Dandalus was condemned to be tormented by unquenchable desire.

Homer may die at this station. What awaits him here are the hot and stiff train driver's uniform, and the ferocious devil-like train, full of passengers who are gargoyles, and the vengeful God brings looked at him mockingly.

After the train departs from the platform, it will merge into a Mobius circle and become a giant dragon, connected end to end.

This is also one of the oldest legends in the subway.

The Nasimov Street station and its residents were not interested in Hunter.

The four of them raced through the rest of the platform concourse - Sasha and Homer just barely catching up with Hunter, who had suddenly gone wild.

It was as if something had been driving Homer to turn around, scream and shoot, to drive away this despicable villain and dispel his heavy thoughts.

But he didn't do that, he just walked hurriedly, lowering his head and concentrating all his energy, for fear of stepping on some rotting corpse.

Su Mengfan also lowered his head and immersed himself in his own thoughts.

They desperately tried to escape from Nasimo Avenue, and no one had the idea of ​​observing the station any more.

The spot of light cast by Hunter's flashlight flew from side to side in vain, as if chasing some invisible sideshow under the dome of this terrible circus theater, but Homer had no time to care about what was holding this spot. .

A picture suddenly flashed in the faint light, and immediately disappeared without a trace in the darkness.

No one noticed that there seemed to be a skeleton on the floor that hadn't been completely cleaned of flesh—it was a human head, and beside it were steel soldier helmets and inedible armor.

On the faded steel helmet, the red and white letters printed on the stencils-"Sebastobol" can be vaguely seen.

The four escaped from there and ran all the way until they reached a railroad track.

I found a rail car abandoned here. It looked like it was left behind by those who died in the mouth of the ghoul.

Here, there is no restraint of order and no moral benevolence.

The four of them immediately ran to the rail car and headed towards the target—Pavilets Station.

Fortunately, there were no ghouls along the way.

The smoking rail car became for Sasha a time machine in the fairy tales her father occasionally told her.

This car did not take her from Kolomna to the Automobile Factory Station, but took her back from the present to the past, although her present is the stone house she has lived in in recent years, which is for her in time and space. Said the only place with memory.

She knew the way in this direction very well: her father, blindfolded with a black cloth and sealed with a cloth strip, sat next to her when she was a little girl.

She was always crying as a soldier crossed his fingers and showed her various beasts, their swaying black shadows cast on the little yellow field, galloping over the tunnel ceiling and racing the railcars.

After Sasha crossed the bridge with his father, his father was sentenced: the Revolutionary Law pardoned him, and the death sentence became exile, permanent exile.

They were pushed hard onto the rails, a knife, a machine gun with a magazine and an old gas mask were thrown to them, and Sasha was lowered down.

The soldier who had shown Sasha the horse and the dog waved at the little girl.

Is he still among these soldiers?
After she put on someone else's black gas mask, the feeling that she was breathing another kind of air became stronger. That mask was torn off by Su Mengfan from a corpse.

The dangers brought by radiation cannot be rejected by oneself.

Every step she took was at the cost of someone else's life.

Maybe those who died would die if they met the bald head and the old man even if they didn't meet her and Su Mengfan, but she was one of them, that is to say, she was an accomplice.

There was another reason why his father didn't want to go home - he was tired of fighting.

He said that the slander and the deprivation of rights he suffered were not much more than those of others, so he would rather bear all the pain himself than hurt others.

Sasha knew that in her father's mind there was a scale, one side filled with his old life, a life full of sin.

The side had tipped heavily, and his father was just trying to get the balance back as best he could.

The bald head can act ahead of time, can just scare the people on the rail car and disarm them without firing a shot, Sasha firmly believes in it.

No one among the dead was his enemy and deserved to die.

Why would he do this?
Why be so cruel to those people?
Is it just to vent your selfish desires?
(End of this chapter)

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