Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 194 Rewriting
Polis has always had some people who like to join in the fun. They have come from the poor and dark little stations around, and they have been wandering in the long corridors and halls here.

Their eyes widened, their jaws would drop from the excitement of surprise.

Homer, for example, wandered in the platform hall of Bolovite, admiring the slender columns of Alexander Garden Station tenderly, touching the swaying chandelier like a girl's earring on Arbat Street with his eyes, and blending with them.

One thought kept haunting him: this was the last time he would be in Polis.

What would happen a few hours after Tula stood would wipe his life out, perhaps tear it apart.

The old man decided that he was only doing what he had to do now.

He would allow the hunter to burn Tula, but then he would try to kill the hunter.

But if the hunter gets suspicious ahead of time, he will break his neck in a second, or the old man will die while attacking Tula station.

If so, then he is about to die.

If all goes well, Homer will leave for isolation so that he can fill all the blank pages of his notebook, with a final full stop after he shoots the hunter in the back of the head.

Can he do it?

Does he dare to do this?
Thinking about it, the old man started rubbing his hands.

Nothing, nothing, there must be a way for the car to reach the mountain, don't think too much now, if you think too much, you will start to doubt.

Thank goodness he sent the girl away!
Now he simply didn't understand himself, why he led the girl into this adventure, how could he tolerate her entering a cage with a lion!
Playing the writer is addicted, he has forgotten that she is not a fictional character he imagined...

His novels are very different from his previous ideas. You know, from the very beginning, Homer intends to give himself a burden that he cannot bear.

How do you fit all these characters into one book?
Even the people he's walking through now, he wants to include in the book—they'll feel so crowded on the page.

But Homer doesn’t want to turn Dabu’s novel into a mass grave, where the names alone are dazzling, and behind the hot-bronze letters, you can’t perceive the voice, smile and character traits of the dead.

No, he couldn't write anything, and even his memory diminished with the passage of time, like the end of a powerful crossbow.

Write what?
The pockmarked face of the sweet-seller, and the pale-nosed girl who held out her hand to him the bullet—her mother's smile was like the Virgin, and the lascivious smile on the passing soldier's face, the knife-carved old beggar's face. The same wrinkles, crow's feet around the eyes of a 30-year-old woman?
Who among them is a rapist, who is a corrupt official, who is a thief, who is a traitor, who is a lecher, who is a prophet, who is a preacher, Who is just an indifferent stranger - Homer doesn't know.

He had no way of knowing what the dessert peddler was actually thinking.

Mother looking at her daughter smiling, what does her smile mean.

The woman who made the soldier's eyes sparkle was someone's wife.

What was the beggar thinking before being kicked by others.

So who gets immortalized in the books and who doesn't is not a decision that Homer can make.

Six billion people disappeared without a trace.

60 billion!
Could it be that the few tens of thousands of people who survived were destined?
Nikolai's replacement of subway driver Serov was supposed to take place a week after the end of the world.

Shelov is an avid football fan and regards watching football matches as his life.

"The whole human race lost," he said to Nikolai, "but you and I escaped, why didn't you think about it? Because there is no certain yellow card for your life and my life, the court gave us extra time."

"During this time, we have to figure out why we're in this world, end whatever we're doing, fix ourselves, get the ball and fly towards the shiny goal..."

Serov is a mystic.

Homer never asked him if he scored in the end, but Shelov made him understand that what he faced was to correct the mistakes he had made.

It was Shelov's words that awakened Homer, and everyone who survived in this subway has a reason.

But he can't put everyone in the book!
Is it worth continuing to try and keep working hard?
At this moment, among thousands of unfamiliar faces, Homer saw the one he least wanted to see.

…………

Leonid took off his coat and pulled off the sweater, which was a relatively white vest.

He waved the clothes over Sasha's head, completely ignoring the bullets that densely streaked through the air around him.

Suddenly, a strange scene happened: the rail car began to fall behind, and the level ahead was not fully fired.

"Daddy would kill me if he was here now!" Leonid told Sasha as they flew screaming and flying out into the diamond rejecting horse.

"What are you doing? What are we doing?" She couldn't breathe, wondering how they survived this brutal car race.

"We surrender!" he laughed. "This descent leads to the Lenin Library Station, which is the border checkpoint in Polis. You and I are smugglers."

The guards who rushed over dragged them off the rail car, exchanged glances, checked Leonid's passport, hid the handcuffs they had prepared, and brought the girl and Leonid to the station.

The guard led them into an office, whispered a few words respectfully, and walked out to ask for the leader.

Leonid slumped on the sunken sofa chair, jumped up suddenly, looked out the door, and waved at Sasha.

"There are more idlers here than on our red line!" He couldn't help but burst out laughing, "There are no guards!"

They sneaked out of the room, not in a hurry at first, but then began to move quickly into the transfer passage, holding hands and running, not wanting the crowd to disperse them.

Soon the police whistle sounded behind them, but it was easy to hide in this huge station. There were more people here than Paveletz stood there.

When Sasha was walking on the ground, imagining the scene of heavy traffic before the nuclear war, she couldn't imagine the scene of so many people!

It's almost as bright here as it is on the ground.Sasha covered her face with her hands, looking at the world through thin fingers.

Her eyes continued to stay on objects, faces, stones, and pillars one after another. If it weren't for Leonid, if it weren't for his fingers sticking to her hand, she might fall and get lost.

One day she must come back here, Sasha secretly promised herself when she had enough time.

"Sasha?!"

The girl turned her head, and her eyes met Homer's - there were worries, anger and surprise in those eyes.

Sasha smiled!

It seemed that she had already begun to miss this old man.

"What are you doing here?" The question couldn't have been more stupid for the two fleeing young men.

"We're going to Dubrynin Station!" Sasha took a breath and slowed down a little so that the old man could keep up with them.

"Ridiculous! You don't need to...I forbid you to go!" But his breathless prohibition did not convince Sasha.

Before the border guards were notified, they had arrived at the Bolovet checkpoint.

"I have Melnik's commission! Let it go!" Homer dryly ordered the guard on duty.

The soldier opened his mouth slightly, but he couldn't form words anyway. He saluted Homer and opened the passage.

"Are you lying?" Leonid asked Homer politely as the level was left far behind, fading into darkness.

"What's the difference?" the old man muttered angrily.

"The important thing is to be more confident and justified in telling a lie," Leonid commented, "then only a connoisseur can tell."

"Fuck you are still teaching me now!" Homer frowned, flicking the flashlight that was about to run out, "I will go to Serpukhov Station with you, and I won't allow you to continue !"

"You don't understand the situation!" said Sasha, "the cure has been found!"

"How... did you find it?" The old man stopped abruptly, coughed, and looked at Sasha with timid and strange eyes.

"Yes! It's radiation!"

"Cells stop dividing under the action of rays." Leonid helped explain.

"Yes, the impact of rays on cells and viruses is a hundred times greater than the impact on humans! But under the influence of radiation, human immunity will be greatly reduced!" The old man lost control completely and started yelling.

"What ecstasy did you give her! Why did you lead her there?! You know what's going on there now! Neither me nor you can stop him! Take her away , hide it! As for you..." The old man turned to Sasha.

"How can you trust a...professional liar!" He spat out the last few words contemptuously.

"Don't worry about me." She said softly, "I know that the hunter can be controlled. There are two parts in him... I have seen both parts, one is bloodthirsty, and the other is always trying to save people !”

"What the hell are you talking about!" Homer groaned. "There is no part of his body anymore. What is there is only a whole, a monster, trapped in a human body! A year ago..."

But the conversation between the bald head and Melnik relayed by the old man did not convince Sasha. The old man's words made her believe in her own thoughts even more, and she believed that what she did was right.

"It was the one in the body that cheated and killed the second." She had trouble finding the right words, but she did her best to explain it to Homer.

"One says to the other there is no choice. One is eaten by hunger, the other by hesitation..."

"And so the hunter rushed to Tula Station—his two parts together brought him!"

"They should be separated."

"If he had another choice - to save, not to kill..."

"God...he won't even listen to you! Why did you go to him?!"

"Your book." Sasha smiled at him softly, "I know that the plot in the book may be rewritten, and the ending hasn't been finished yet."

"Where is Alcorn? I remember he set off with you? Where is he now?" Homer found that there was one less young man in front of him.

After hearing this, Sasha's eyes were a little dazed. She looked at Leonid next to her and planned to tell Homer the truth. After all, two people are more powerful than one.

But Leonid spoke first: "He? He left beforehand, saying that he was going to find a solution to the plague, so he left the team halfway." He stretched out his palm to hold Sasha's hand tightly. shoulder, and looked at Sasha with a threatening look.

"Crazy talk! Nonsense!" Homer fell into despair, "Young man...why should I entrust her to you, even if you..."

He grabbed Leonid's hand, "I beg you, I believe you are not a bad person, and none of your lies are out of malice. Please protect her. Don't you just want to protect her?"

"You two are still so young and beautiful... You should live!"

"She shouldn't be there, understand?"

"You don't need... there is a brutal bloody battle going on right now... there."

"Your innocuous lies aren't enough to get you there..."

"That's not a lie." Leonid said politely. "Do you want me to tell you the truth?"

"Okay, okay." The old man waved his hand, "I'm ready to believe you. But the hunter... have you seen his lightning speed?"

"I've heard it a long time ago." Leonid's words were meaningful.

"He...how are you going to stop him? With your own flute? Think about it, will he listen to girls? He's lost...he won't listen to anything anyone says..."

"However, if Alcorn is here, maybe he can wake up for a while. After all, Alcorn is still very important to him."

"What nonsense, at this critical moment, how can Alcorn find a solution to the plague alone?"

"Sasha, why didn't you stop him? He treated you the best, and he was the one who listened to you the most!"

Every time Sasha heard Homer's words about Alcorn, her chest felt as if she had been shot with a bow and arrow, and her chest was already full of scars.

Eyes slowly began to appear foggy...

Yes!

It was because I was sorry for him, knowing that the enemy was by my side, but still unable to avenge him.

Is the solution to the plague more important than Alcorn?

Are the lives of tens of thousands of people in the subway station worth the life of Alcorn alone?

When I think of this, the pain in my heart is out of control.

Opening his mouth, crying, he said to Homer, "He, he was..."

Leonid saw that the situation was not right, and he was about to coax Sasha into his hands. Why did this old man always hinder him?
We must quickly end this topic, and then get rid of the old man in front of us.

So he interjected and said: "At that time we all persuaded him for a long time, but he just didn't stop. He always thought that I was a liar, and then insisted on taking Sasha away. But in the end Sasha didn't want to follow him, so he was alone I left. I knew it would happen, and I shouldn't have let him leave."

"Besides, he listens to Sasha the most, tell me, right?" Leonid grabbed Sasha's shoulders again as he spoke, then looked at Sasha with a smile on his face, and pointed his finger Doing cryptic actions.

"Yes, we couldn't persuade him no matter what we did at the time." Sasha had no choice but to say this.

"If I'm telling the truth," Leonid bowed to the old man, "I agree with you wholeheartedly. But the girl asked for it, and I'm a gentleman anyway." He winked at Sasha .

"Did you think this was a game?!" Homer begged, looking alternately at the girl and at Leonid.

"I know." Sasha said firmly.

"Everything is a game," said Leonid calmly.

(End of this chapter)