Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 172 Protection
"What's the date today?"

Su Mengfan was lying on the raised head of the bed, supporting his head with difficulty, staring at Homer with both eyes.

For some reason, Homer also looked at his wrist, even though he hadn't worn a watch in ages, and spread his hands.

"Number 2, November 11nd," replied the health soldier.

"Three days and three nights." Su Mengfan slid onto the pillow, thinking of the task Hunter had given her.

After a while, he continued, "Where did Hunter go? He's been lying down for three days and three nights. We're already late, and it's time to get on the road."

"You can't go far." The health guard tried to persuade him, "Your blood is almost gone."

"It's time to go." Su Mengfan didn't pay attention to the health soldier's words. He had systematic help and his hematopoietic ability was far superior to ordinary people.

Instead, he repeated his own words, "Time is running out...the gangsters..." He stopped talking suddenly.

"Why are you wearing a mask?" Su Mengfan found that Homer was the only one wearing a mask here, not even the health guard, which was a little strange.

The old man pondered how to answer his question, and he had three full days to set up a defensive line and plan a counterattack.

Su Mengfan's unconsciousness and Hunter's leaving alone saved Homer from unnecessary confessions, and now he needs to replace these confessions with some pre-thought-out lies.

"There were no bandits," he said, bending over the wounded man. "While you were unconscious . . . you kept repeating these words. So I know all about it."

"What do you know?" Su Mengfan grabbed him.

"About the cancer epidemic at Tula Station...everything is normal." Homer begged, waving his hands.

Holding the health guard next to him with the other hand, he almost pulled Homer away from the captain, "I can handle it. We need to talk, I beg you..."

The health guard didn't want to let go, he capped the needle of the syringe and walked out of the ward, leaving the two of them behind.

"About Tula Station" Su Mengfan stared at Homer with red eyes like crazy, but gradually calmed down as time went by.

"What else?"

"Only this. Tula station was infected with an unknown germ, which spreads through the air... Our people are quarantined there, they are waiting for rescue."

"That's it, that's it." Su Mengfan let go of him, "Well, the plague. Are you worried about being infected?"

"Auspicious people have their own destiny." Homer replied cautiously.

"Well, yes. Nothing... I didn't go very close, the draft is in the other direction... probably not."

"Why is this matter related to the bandits? What are you going to do next? What did Hunter tell you?" The old man took courage.

"First go to Dubrenin and make an agreement with them. Then go to Tula for the purge. I need a flamethrower, otherwise..."

"Burn everyone on the station alive, including our people?" The old man also hopes that all Su Mengfan's arguments about flamethrowers are nothing more than a deceptive tactic, just like he once told Sebastopo It's the same as what the leaders of Seoul station said.

"How can it be burned alive... just some corpses. There is no other way. All infected, all contacts, all air, all will be burned. I have heard of this disease..."

Su Mengfan closed her eyes and licked her chapped lips. When Hunter told herself these words, she also felt trembling.

But in order to stop the spread of the plague, those corpses must be burned.

Otherwise, things will become more and more serious as time goes on.

Not only do they have to face the spread of the plague internally, but they also have to face the invasion of dark creatures from the outside.

"There is no medicine, there was an outbreak two years ago... 2000 bodies were left behind."

"Does that mean the germs stayed?" Homer asked suspiciously.

"Blockade, flamethrower." Su Mengfan turned his blurred face to Homer.

"There's no other way. Even if only one person slips through the net...all of them are doomed.

Yes, Hunter made up a lie about the bandits.Otherwise, Istomin would not allow us to kill all the infected. In Hunter's opinion, he is too merciful. "

"Is there someone already immune?" Homer said timidly, thinking of himself, feeling a little lucky.

"If there are still healthy people there, I...you said...what if they can still be saved?"

"There is no immunity, no antibodies. Everyone who comes in contact will be infected. There are no healthy people there, only the more tenacious ones. The longer they live, the more they suffer. Believe me... they need me to come... need me to help them end their lives."

"What benefits can you gain from it? What did Hunter promise you? It's worth you to do it. Such an approach is inhuman even in the current situation." Just in case, the old man stayed away from the hospital bed .

Su Mengfan closed his eyes wearily - Homer once again found that he had one eye, the eye on the deformed half of the face, which could not be completely closed.

Homer waited for Su Mengfan's answer. If he didn't respond, Homer would go out and call the doctor.

Then, he heard Su Mengfan's slow, fragmented sentences squeezed out between his teeth, as if they were lost memories that the hypnotist had found in the infinitely distant past!
"What should I do, I want to protect people and eliminate all dangers. I am only for this, and I can only be for this."
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Did he find the knife?

Can he guess that she put the knife there?
Could she get a promise from him?

She ran in the corridor, chasing away lingering thoughts, she didn't know what to say to him...

What a pity he woke up in her absence!
Sasha heard the entire conversation between Su Mengfan and Homer at the threshold - she was there, and when they talked about arson and killing, she was so scared that she ran away.

Of course, she couldn't quite understand their conversation, and didn't need to.

Because she had heard the most important content, what she wanted to know, she didn't want to wait at the door any longer, so she knocked hard on the door.

Homer looked up at Su Mengfan, his face filled with endless despair.

Then he moved slightly, as if he had also been injected with a diazepam, and the lights in his pupils had been extinguished.

He nodded unconsciously at Sasha, like a gallows being jerked into the rope.

The girl sat on the edge of the heated bench, half biting her lips, holding her breath as if she was about to step into an unknown tunnel.

"Do you like my knife?"

"Knife?" Su Mengfan looked around and finally saw the black knife.

He stretched out his hand to touch it, and it was cool and refreshing.

With the finger that can still move, he flicked towards the surface of the knife fiercely.

The crisp sound echoed throughout the room.

(End of this chapter)