Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 197 Melody
Suddenly there was a loud noise in the distance, the arch trembled uncontrollably, the crowd fled in all directions, and the foreign troops also retreated.

A gurgling stream flowed from the floor, water dripped from the ceiling, and the sound of the water flow became louder and louder...

"There's a gap!" someone yelled.

The foreign troops hurriedly withdrew from the platform and retreated to the sealed door. The old man followed them while looking at Sasha.

Sasha stood straight where she was and didn't move.

She spread her hands and raised her face, water droplets splashed on her palms and cheeks, the girl... laughed.

"It's rain!" she exclaimed. "It washes everything away! Everything can be started again!"

The rain has not appeared for a long time, and the appearance this time may be a miracle in the eyes of the girl, and it is also a shelter to wash away the sins of mankind.

But this arrival may be a disaster. For the girl, this is the last proof of her survival.

She lost a lot, she lost everything.

I lost my father who loved me so much, the man who kept me from the wind and the rain.

He lost Alcorn, who loved him dearly, the man who cared for him in every possible way, and would rather lose his life for himself.

He lost Leonid who cherished him, the man who smiled playfully at him and followed the melody of his heart in the end.

At this moment, the girl didn't know what to do.

At this moment, it was the second time that the girl thought of giving up her life.

The first time was when I was tied up in the room by an ugly fat man. At that time, I saw the body of my father who was supposed to be buried, and saw that damn fat man doing a series of disrespectful behaviors towards the body.

But then Alcorn appeared, he saved himself, he saved himself from despair.

And this time, the solution to the plague is clearly in front of us, why are people unwilling to believe it?
why?

Why is there a riot, why is it so stubborn, why does the hunter keep persuading him?

Once again, I saw helplessly that a man who had been kind to me died in front of me, and even in the end, I didn't get his body back.

Although Leonid is hateful, be damned.

It was he who killed Alcorn by trickery, but his life could only be ended by the girl.

This is not only a reward for Alcorn, but also a relief for his inner anxiety.

But in the end he killed him because of people's restlessness and unbelief.

Maybe I will never hear that beautiful melody again.

And this time, no one can save himself from despair.

Alcorn will never appear again.

Sasha lay there alone, unwilling to escape from this small secret room, nor from the flood that was about to flow towards her.

The black marching team squeezed through the sealed door, and Homer still followed them.

Several soldiers pressed against the airtight door, trying to close it and control the water.The door was very heavy, and it moved forward slowly.

The old man had already turned back and wanted to go to the submerged platform to look for Sasha, but he was stopped at this moment and left aside.

Only a man in black suddenly rushed to the smaller and smaller door, stretched out his arm, and shouted at the girl: "Come here! I need you!"

But Sasha, who was sitting paralyzed on the ground, remained indifferent to the man in black's call as if she hadn't heard what the man in black said.

The man in black looked at the smaller and smaller door, gritted his teeth, and rushed towards Sasha.

Run directly to the door in the form of a princess hug.

Sasha was like a marionette, without any resistance or words.

She has bowed her head to fate, showing her cowardice to fate.

The water has risen to waist level.

The man in black dived into the water with a blond man in his arms and disappeared.

With a loud bang, the door slammed shut.

This door will never be opened again.

There were constant explosions.

Denis Mikhailovich lay prone on the steel plate and listened carefully... He wiped the water from his cheek and looked in amazement at the seepage ceiling.

"Retreat!" he ordered, "everything is over here."

Homer sighed as he turned the page.

There were not many blank pages left in the book—two pages left.

What more to write, what more to donate?
But the journey that should have been written all over has come to an end.

Sasha will only appear in the pages that have been written in the future.

I don't know what to write, and the hunter's heart has already been possessed by that person.

He can't go back to the way he was before, and Homer has only heard about Hunter's previous form from Alcorn.

Whenever Alcorn talks about Hunter at that time, his eyes will light up, as if Hunter was the best at that moment.

He stretched out his hand over the campfire—fingers completely frozen and needed to be stretched by the heat.

The old man volunteered to be a sentinel in the South Tunnel.

Better to face the tunnel while working here than to be in the middle of a dead pile of newspapers at home in Sebastopol.

The place where the captain sat was still some distance away from the other guards, where was the junction of light and darkness.

Interesting, why he chose Sebastobol station, it seems that there is some special magic in this station...

The hunter has never mentioned to Homer who it was that appeared on the hunter's shell when he was standing in the woodland, but now Homer knows: what he saw was not a prophecy, but a warning.

It was a week before the water that poured into Tula station was drained, and some of the remnants were pumped out by huge water pumps brought from the ring line.

Homer volunteered to go there with the first scouts.

There were almost 300 dead bodies.

He didn't feel sick, he forgot everything, rummaged through those horrible corpses with his own hands, looking for her, looking for her...

I didn't see Sasha anywhere, so maybe she wasn't dead.

But in that riotous situation, her chances of surviving were slim.

Homer couldn't help but think of the unbearable consequences.

Sasha died, but her body was never found.

Maybe it was washed away by the flood, after all, the door is not enough to open it manually.

But Homer still wished that Sasha was not dead, maybe she was rescued, and seeing that the timing was bad, she was already out of this disaster.

He sat where he had last seen Sasha.

At the last moment, he didn't have time to save her, and he didn't have time to rush back and die here with her.

The endless procession, healthy and sick, went to the Sebasdopol station, to the rehabilitation tunnel of the Kakhov line.

Leonid wasn't lying: radiation did stop disease.

Maybe, he never told a lie from beginning to end: maybe, the Emerald City really exists somewhere, and it would be great if only its gate could be found...

Perhaps, he had found the door, he just wasn't good enough to let it open in front of him.

"When the water recedes..." The moment came too late.

In fact, Emerald City is not Noah's Ark, the real Ark exists in this big subway.

This is the last refuge, the last habitat of mankind.

There is no black and raging flood here, not even Noah, Shem, and Ham know about it; there are no defenders, cold people, mean and shameless villains here.

To monsters, and to those who have not paid for their sins, its doors will never be opened.

There are tens of thousands of such people, and they will not appear in this novel.

At this moment, Homer's mind returned to an article he had read in the far east before the battle of the gods took place.

It tells the story of Taohuayuan, which mainly tells the tortuous and bizarre plot of discovering Taoyuan, staying in Taoyuan, leaving Taoyuan, and re-seeking Taoyuan in chronological order based on the whereabouts of Wuling fishermen entering and leaving Taohuayuan.

It depicts a society where there is no class, no exploitation, self-reliance, self-sufficiency, peace and tranquility, and everyone enjoys their own happiness.

It is a sharp contrast to the dark society at that time, and it is an ideal society that the author and the working people yearn for. It reflects people's pursuit and yearning, and also reflects people's dissatisfaction and resistance to reality.

The world there is much like the Ark, a fictitious paradise of peace and tranquility, where there is no oppression, no war, and everyone lives and works in peace, freedom, and harmony with each other.

"Peach Blossom Spring" is a fictitious ideal society, which not only reflects the desire of the people to oppose exploitation, oppression and war, but also criticizes the dark reality at that time. , which is also a reflection of the author's thoughts of seclusion and escaping from reality.

The old man's notebook has been completely filled.

His book - not an ark, but a paper boat, it can't carry everyone on board.

But from Homer's point of view, every stroke of his was very cautious, and important things had been left on the paper...

Not about these people, but about all of humanity.

Memories of the past don't fade away, Homer thought.

And this diary will not be eroded by the oxidation of history in the future.Because the belief it contains is enough for future generations to remember.

Perhaps the records in this diary are good stories passed down by later generations.

Homer does not ask for any changes he can bring to the world, but only hopes that he can bring something to the world.

The world is broken, but all the good things should not disappear.

And one's own story may be an important way to awaken the consciousness of future generations.

My life has been so uneventful and so colorful.

As soon as Homer thought of this, he couldn't help laughing out loud, ignoring the doubtful eyes of others, he bent down and smiled alone.

Our whole world is woven of other people's thoughts and creations, just like each of us—we are made of countless mosaics inherited from our ancestors.

They left their own footprints, a piece of heart, and a piece of soul for future generations. All we have to do is look carefully.

His paper boat, full of thoughts and memories, sails the ocean forever until someone picks it up and reads the writing on it.

Then he can understand that sometimes people will not change, even if the world is destroyed, people can still be loyal to themselves.

The fire of heaven is in it, and even if it rides the wind and waves, the spark will never be extinguished.

Today, Homer's personal bills have been paid.

Homer closed his eyes, feeling the Sebastopol Station surrounded by light.

Thousands of people gathered on the platform, and they were dressed in costumes that belonged to the days when Homer was young, when no one wanted to call him Homer, and no one even wanted to call him by his first name and father's name, and now there are new immigrants Come to their station, they live together in the subway.

No one was surprised, no one felt uncomfortable, they were twisted together by a mysterious force...

This force is thriving, and it is a force that is growing and immature.

In the near future, this force will lead everyone out of this predicament.

Let humans successfully stand on the ground and breathe clean air.

Homer believed that day would eventually come.

It doesn't matter who did it, what matters is the transmission of this spiritual power.

They were waiting for something, and they all looked anxiously into the dimly lit tunnel.

Now the old man knows the faces, his wife with his children, his colleagues, his schoolmates, his neighbors, his two best friends, and Ahmet , and his favorite film actors.

There were all the people he remembered.

The tunnel was illuminated, and a train rolled into the platform without a sound—the windows on the train were warm and bright, the body of the train was swept clean, and the wheels were oiled, but the cab was empty. Only the neatly pressed uniforms and white shirts hung.

"That's my uniform," Homer thought, "that's my place."

He walked into the driver's cab, opened the doors of each car of the train, and blew the whistle.

The crowd poured in and occupied the seats in the carriage.

Everyone had a seat, the passengers smiled contentedly, and so did the old man.

Homer knows: when he draws the last period in his book, this glorious train full of happy passengers will leave from Sebastopol Station and drive to eternity.

Suddenly, not far away, a hoarse and inhuman moan pulled the old man back from fantasy to reality.

Homer suddenly regained his energy and grabbed the submachine gun...

That was the captain's voice.

The old man stood still slightly, wanting to go over to see the hunter's situation.

The hunter made strange noises like groaning over and over again... the pitch was high for a while... for a while... now it was lower...

The old man couldn't believe his ears, he suddenly petrified.

It never occurred to Hunter to whistle, never to think that someone like him would endorse a human being.

The hunter was whistling intermittently in a hoarse voice, if he made a mistake, he would start all over again...

The voice was soft, like a lullaby.

It makes people feel very at ease, and the irritability in their hearts can't help but let go, everything is so free of distracting thoughts.

Homer had heard this melody before, it was the boy, the liar whom he had wronged.

This is the melody that Leonid did not name.

At Tula Station, Homer failed to find Sasha's body no matter what.

what else?
What else is worth remembering?

What else is there that you can’t let go of?
(End of this chapter)