Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 195 Magic
If the musician is indeed Moskwin's son, then it's entirely possible that he knows about this cancer epidemic, which even Hunter has never heard of...

Has he never heard of it or doesn't want to say it?

Homer always thought Leonid was a liar, but what if rays could actually defeat the plague?

But all this is really too magical. Radiation will reduce people's immunity, and it will increase the erosion of the plague on the human body.

But Leonid said that radiation can kill the virus, maybe it just reduces the activity of the virus.

After all, radiation is the product of the battle of the gods, and it is the murderer who makes everyone's life so painful.

Suppressing his deep distrust of Leonid, he began searching for evidence that he was right.

Isn't this exactly what he wanted to ask these two days?

So coughing, vomiting blood, nausea... are just symptoms after radiation?
The radiation doses he received at the Kakhov line may have wiped out the infectious bacteria...

But all of this is in front of Homer, making Homer unable to refute. Maybe radiation is the only way to solve this plague.

But how can we convince everyone?

How could Hunter believe it?
The devil knows what can tempt an old man!

If this is the case, what will happen to Tula station?

What about Hunter?
Alcorn hoped to convince Hunter that perhaps he did have a strange hold over him.

If one of the two sides constantly playing in his body is constantly rejecting the girl, and the other is being scalded by the girl with a hot iron, which of them will show up at the decisive moment?

This time, Woodland Station doesn't reveal itself to them—to Homer, Sasha, or Leonid.

The whole station was empty, lifeless and musty.

Is this a good or bad sign?
Homer doesn't know.Maybe the draft in the tunnel is the shadow of the wind on the ground, dizzying vapors in essence!
Or was the old man mistaken, and now Woodland Station couldn't show him any future?

"What's 'emerald'?" Sasha asked suddenly.

"Emerald is a transparent green stone." Homer explained casually. "An emerald means green."

"Interesting." The girl responded thoughtfully, "That means the Emerald City exists after all..."

"What do you mean?" The musician was shocked.

"No, it's just...you know what." She looked at Leonid. "I want to find this place too, your city. I must find it."

Homer just nodded. He still couldn't convince himself that the musician who seduced and fooled Sasha and tricked her to the stadium for nothing was sincere and sincere.

The girl was still immersed in her own thoughts, talking to herself, occasionally sighing once or twice.Then she looked at the old man calmly:

"Have you finished writing? What have I experienced in the book?"

"I am writing."

"Okay." The girl nodded.

What accident happened at Serpukhov station?
The number of Hanseatic guards at the entrance was doubled, and the taciturn, serious-looking soldiers categorically refused to let Homer and the two young men enter, even though the musician offered his bullets and gave him golden documents to prove his good parentage. They don't react at all.

The old man turned the tide: he asked the soldiers to put Andrei Andreevich on the phone.

After a long half hour, a sleepy-eyed messenger appeared, and Homer said into the phone angrily that the three of them were the vanguard of the cavalry regiment... This half-true sentence was enough to let them pass the platform hall.

The hall was very stuffy, as if all the air in the station had been sucked out.

Although it was already late at night, everyone couldn't sleep, and they rushed to the reception room of the station master Dubrynin.

Comrade Station Master, sweating profusely and disheveled, greeted them at the door with sleepy eyes and breath full of alcohol. There was no orderly in the room.

Andrei Andreevich looked at them nervously, and he was relieved not to find Hunter.

"They'll be there soon?!"

"Soon..." Homer replied confidently.

"A riot is taking place in Serpukhov." The station master was pacing up and down the anteroom, wiping his sweaty brow. "Someone accidentally revealed the epidemic. No one believed that there was nothing to worry about. Everyone lied and said Gas masks won't help."

"It's not a lie," Leonid interrupted.

"The watchman has escaped from the sentry post in one of the southern tunnels leading to the Tula station, coward..."

"In the middle of the other line occupied by the infected, there are still people guarding..."

"Those violent elements surrounded them layer by layer, shouting 'judgment day'..."

"Starting this all at my own station now! Where's our rescue?!"

Curses, shouts from unknown sources, and reprimands from the guards came from the hall. Andrei Andreevich got no answer, and he went into his lair, where there were clinks of bottlenecks and glasses. sound.

And the telephone on his orderly's desk, as if waiting for the station master to leave, suddenly flashed a red indicator light. It was the one marked "Tula Station" on it.

Homer hesitated for a second, walked to the table, picked up the receiver, and took a deep breath...

"This is Dubrynin Station!"
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"What?" Artyom turned to look at the commander in a daze.

The commander lost consciousness, his eyes were dim, as if they had been covered by curtains, wandering aimlessly under his forehead, and his body was sometimes shaken by coughing.It must have hurt the lungs, Artyom thought.

"Are you still alive?" He shouted into the microphone, "The infected rushed out!."

Then he remembered: You know, they don't know what happened at Tula station, and they should tell them the facts in detail.

A woman was screaming on the platform, and machine guns were firing.The sound came in through the crack of the door, and the people in the room were not spared.

Someone on the other end of the line answered something, asked something, but couldn't hear clearly.

"Please close the entrance!" Artyom repeated.

"Shoot them! Don't let them in!"

And he realized: They don't know what an infected patient looks like.

How to describe it to them?
Fat, cracked, and dirty?
But if the patient has just been infected, there is no difference in appearance from normal people.

"Eliminate them all one by one," he said mechanically.

If he himself escaped from the station, he too would be shot by the guards' bullets.

He himself sentenced himself to death?

No, he won't leave.

Not a single healthy person left at the station...

Artyom suddenly could not bear this loneliness.

The scary thing was that the person he was talking to on the other end of the phone didn't have time to talk to him on the phone anymore.

"Please, don't put your words down!" he begged.

Artyom didn't know what to say to this complete stranger, but he began to tell how long it took him to get through the call;

Began to say how frightened he was that there would not be a single living station on the subway;

Said he made a call to the future, where no one was alive, but then suddenly remembered that he had already said those words.

Now he doesn't have to worry about sounding stupid anymore, he can be fearless now, he just needs someone to talk to.

"Artyom!" The commander's voice sounded from behind him, "Have you connected with the North Pass? Is the airtight door closed?"

Artyom turned and nodded.

"Premature baby." The commander spat out blood, "It's useless...Listen, the station has already been mined. I found the pipe...from above. The drainage channel for groundwater. There I put... "

"Let's go out first, and then the Tula station will be flooded. The mine control is here, in my office. The northern valve must be closed first..."

"Then check to see if the south gate is blocking them. Seal the station, and the water will not continue to leak forward. Close the sealed door, understand?"

"Tell me when you're all ready... Has the communication with the North Pass been interrupted?"

"I understand." Artyom nodded.

"Don't forget to stay on this side of the door yourself." The commander tried to pull the corner of his mouth, trying to make a smile, but coughed, "Otherwise you wouldn't be my comrade in arms..."

"And you...are you here?"

"Popov, don't be afraid." The commander narrowed his eyes. "Everyone is born with his own mission. I was born to drown these beasts. Your mission is to close the hatch and act like an honest man. Die with your identity. Do you understand?"

"Understood." Artyom repeated.

"Go."
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There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Homer was quite content to hear voices from Tula soldiers at the helm of the wayward telephone god.

But the last few words he said Homer couldn't make out anyway, and then the communication broke.

The old man raised his eyes, and there appeared fat Andrei Andreevich, the underarms of his blue uniform were soaked, his thick arms trembling.

"What's said there?" he asked in a trembling voice.

"Everything is out of control." Homer swallowed, "Send all available troops to Serpukhov."

"It won't work." Andrei Andreevich took out the Makarov pistol from his trouser pocket. "There was a panic in the station. I placed all the trustworthy people at the tunnel entrance of the ring line, so that from there it would be No one can escape.”

"You can appease panicked people!" Homer objected not very firmly, "We have found... a cure for the plague. Radiation. You tell them..."

"Radiation?!" The station master's face twisted. "Do you believe it yourself? Let's go, God bless you!" He gave the old man a military salute sarcastically, closed the door heavily, and locked himself in the office.

"What?" Now it's impossible for Homer, Musician, and Sasha to escape from here... so where are they? !
The old man rushed to the corridor and put his hands on his heart to calm his beating heart.

He ran to the platform, calling out her name...they were nowhere to be seen.

Dubrenin Station was in chaos. Women with children and men with luggage surrounded the police cordon. Some people took advantage of the overturned tents and robbed them, but no one paid attention to them.

The imagery is familiar to Homer—a stampede immediately followed by shooting at the unarmed.

The tunnel is moaning.

The howling of ghosts and wolves suddenly disappeared, replaced by a surprising whistling.

The unusual noise repeated itself again...

The marching horn of the Roman Legion, which has been sleeping for thousands of years, sounded, and this team miraculously descended on the current Dubrynin...

The soldiers were in a hurry, they moved the protective net, and a huge monster appeared at the entrance of the vertical hole-it was a real armored train!

The cockpit is wrapped in a thick shell, the seams are fixed by rivets, with perforations, two large-caliber machine guns, a long and narrow torso in burnt yellow, and a second rotating turret pointing in the opposite direction...

Even Homer had never seen such a curious object.

In the armored vehicle sat a group of statues black and identical like crows.

Their uniforms are exactly the same, everyone is fully armed, wearing a Kevlar fiber bulletproof vest, wearing a gas mask that has never been seen before, and carrying a rucksack.

They don't seem to belong to this era at all, and they don't belong to this existing world.

The armored train stopped.The outsiders, armed with forged armor, completely ignored the gathered spectators, and strode towards the platform one after another, standing in three rows.

Then, in a uniform formation, like a man, like a machine, he walked towards the passage leading to Serpukhov, stepping over the whispers of respect and the cries of children with his heavy and powerful footsteps .

The old man hurriedly followed them, trying to find Hunter among a dozen soldiers, but they were almost exactly the same—exactly the same height, and exactly the same waterproof overalls.

Everyone was equally dignified—with knapsack grenade launchers, rifles with suppressors, no cap badges, no badges, no recognizable markings of any kind.

Was it one of the three who walked in front?
The old man ran across the pillars, waving his arms, and stared at the gas masks of the soldiers, but his eyes only met the same, emotionless indifference.

No one responded to him, no one recognized Homer.

Is Hunter in there?
He should have shown up!
Whether it was Sasha or Leonid, the old man didn't see it.

Had divine reason finally persuaded the musician to hide the girl, so that he would not sink deeper and deeper into the abyss of sin?
Let them escape this bloody battle somewhere, and then Homer will try to convince Andrei Andreevich before the fat man shoots his own head with a bullet.

The team raced through the crowd like a hammer throw.

No one dared to block their way, even the Hansa border guards gave way to them without saying a word.

Homer decided to follow the marching column—he should be thankful that Sasha hadn't had time to make a move.

No one chased the old man away, and no more attention was given to the old man than to the barking puppy following the rail car.

(End of this chapter)