Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 209 Eggs
The confused people on the iron frame looked at their backs stupidly and weakly, and said clueless nonsense feebly:
"Maybe we have cabbage stew today? I saw a poster saying that a famous Swede, an electronics scientist, is here."

"Bullshit electronics, the Swedes are all jerks, it was on TV yesterday."

"These people have eaten too many worms." The little girl explained as she walked.

On a wooden framed pallet lay a swollen corpse.

Artyom saw a big mouse with its snout floating out of the water, swimming over to eat the corpse, and shouted angrily, "It's like hell under eight meters!"

"Don't be sad!" Liao Ha reassured him, "Even in hell, they are still ours! They haven't even forgotten Russian, good job!"

Finally came to the other side of this cursed village.There is a dead end ahead.

"Here!" The little girl spat, "Here it is. Bring the bullets."

"Hey, is anyone here!" the manager raised his head and shouted, "I heard you have eggs for sale?"

"That's right." A tuft of unkempt beard hung down from above.

"Give me the bullets! Give me the bullets, villain!" The little girl was anxious.

Liao Ha sighed helplessly, and reluctantly paid the guide.The people in the surrounding lairs were jealous.

"How to sell?"

"Two!" said the bearded man, "two bullets!"

"Two from me, and my companions... three more. This is a big deal, brother, you've made a lot of money today."

There was a commotion and humming overhead.

After a minute, a naked man wearing a suit jacket stood in front of the buyers.

The one used to hide her shame was a white skirt, which was cut from the bottom with a large shopping bag.

His shaggy beard was dirty and his eyes were burning with oil.

The man solemnly held an egg stained with chicken dung in one hand, just like the tsar holding a golden ball symbolizing royal power, and gently hugged a thin and frightened hen with the other hand.

"Oleg." The bearded man introduced himself solemnly.

"Can you give me a discount, brother?" The agent patted the clinking bullet bag.

"What is the price," Oleg said firmly, "an egg is worth two bullets."

"Okay...it's up to you. Bring it. Cooked? Four more. Here you are...one, two...five, ten."

"No." Oleg shook his head.

"What doesn't work?"

"There is only one egg, give me two bullets, I don't want the extra."

"Why is there only one?" Artyom panicked.

"There is only one on the whole platform, today. Hurry up and buy it before others have a high price. And it's raw, so it can't be cooked here."

"Then how to eat?" Liao Ha asked with a frown.

"Drink directly! Knock here and drink directly," Oleg said, "pay first."

"Okay, I'll give you bullets. I don't dare to drink it raw. Last time I drank it raw and lay down for a month. I almost died. I'll find a place to cook it myself."

"No!" Oleg didn't let go of the egg, and he didn't catch the bullet. "You have to drink it here, in front of me! Otherwise, you won't sell it!"

"Why is that?" the agent asked in surprise.

"Because my Liba needs calcium supplementation, otherwise what do you think she uses to produce egg shells?"

The little wolf cub was watching from the side, as if he was thinking about something.The rest of the people also came out of the darkness one after another, not only children, but also adults, and everyone who lived nearby gathered together, as if they were expecting something.

"What what?" Liao Ha asked in disbelief.

"Egg shells are made of calcium, did you go to school? To lay eggs, Liba needs calcium. Where do you tell me to find calcium? So, you can only drink here and leave the egg shells. Liba ate the egg shell, you can buy another one tomorrow."

"That's it, two bullets?!"

"Whatever the price is!" Oleg was steadfast, "I will never make any black money! One bullet buys mushrooms for Liba, and the other bullet buys mushrooms for myself. One a day. Tomorrow, another one." A new egg. Everything is planned, as accurate as a Swiss watch. You don't want it, I'll sell it to the crusade team, they like raw egg yolk mixed with sugar best. Do you want it or not?"

"Who did you say you sold it to?" Homer asked.

"Bring it! Raw egg yolk mixed with sugar!" Liao Ha muttered.

"Knock carefully, don't break it."

"You don't need to teach me!" - "Crack!"

"What an expert!" Someone in the crowd exclaimed in a low voice.

"Is it delicious?" A little boy with a swollen belly asked anxiously.

"Don't drink so fast! Drink slowly, taste slowly!" A woman who is no different from a man suggested.

"Egg yolk! I'm almost drinking the egg yolk, see?"

"Look at his posture, it seems like he drinks eggs every day!"

The onlookers didn't hinder Liao Ha, he didn't notice them at all.

"He still wants to cook it! It's better to drink the egg raw! Egg white flows like a liquid, which is probably what the human soul looks like." Oleg said, stroking his beard.

"Uncle," Artyom asked Oleg, "how do I get out from here?"

"Where are you going? What are you going for?"

"Where's your next stop here? We're going to the flower station."

"What's there to do there? Nothing!" Oleg declared emphatically.

"Hey, let me tell you," the agent said longingly, chewing the eggs with shells stained with feces with relish, "Look, why don't you catch worms to eat, and then save an egg every day for 20 days, and then go to Han Sell ​​it all at once and use the money to buy another hen? That way you don’t have to sit back and eat every day, and you’ll have a balance after a month, right?”

"Then what about Lipa, feed her worms? The hen is so clean, the worms will poison it to death! What do you know!"

"Then hatch chickens? I can lend you a bullet to buy a rooster," Liao Ha jingled the remaining bullets in his hand, "Or, I can use this rooster to invest in shares, and in the future we will establish a Joint-stock company, how about half of my shares?"

At this time, the little wolf cub who had been watching by the side couldn't bear this boring peace anymore, and suddenly jumped over and slapped the manager's palm from bottom to top, and the sharp brass bullets fell one after another, piercing through The wooden framed pallet passed through the sewage and sank to the bottom of the water.The crowd watching and drinking eggs immediately became commotion.

"You little bastard!" the manager yelled angrily, "Get out of here! Get out of here, everyone!"

"Now your loan is great!" Oleg gloated, "You still want to start a joint-stock company! What are you planning?"

"Damn it!" Liao Ha squatted down and began to grope for his bullets in the icy sewage, holding the eggs that hadn't been drunk high in the other hand.

The little girl had already climbed to a high place out of reach, and hid among the tattered bags, perhaps hiding somewhere to pray to her homeless patron saint, hoping that the agent would not scoop up all the bullets.The crowd was about to move, but no one dared to act rashly when they saw Artyom's automatic rifle.

"Money does not bring happiness!" Oleg asserted, "People don't need too many things. Take me for example, one egg or ten eggs? One egg is completely enough, ten eggs may make me happy." Gut twist. I've done it before, and I'll do it again."

Maybe it was the despicable tramp god who heard the little girl's whispers, plucked a hair from his felted beard, and muttered a few spells, so instead of the bullet, Liao Ha, the manager, touched a sharp piece broken glass ballast.Pulling out his hand, he saw that there was a big gash like a child's mouth, and black blood was gushing out.

"Damn it! You bastards!" Liao Ha cried angrily, crushed the egg shell of the hell, and flung it towards the darkness.

The onlookers were dumbfounded.

"Bastard! Scoundrel! You, what did you do!" Oleg took a while to recover from the rapidly disappearing parabola of the eggshell and the crisp and cruel cracking sound, and shouted, "You bastard! Beast! Damn bastard!"

Holding the hen Liba in his arms, he waded through the icy water barefoot and rushed towards the direction where the eggshells flew down—it seemed to be there, in vain.Unexpectedly, a hungry mouse seized the opportunity, grabbed the egg shell, squeaked, and ran away without a trace.

Oleg went completely insane.

He put the hen on the iron stand and rushed towards the agent, slapping it with both hands.He has lived in the subway for so many years, but he still hasn't learned to fight.The manager accurately hit his chin with a left hook, knocking him to the ground.He lay on the wooden frame pallet, his beard soaked in the water, and murmured in despair and humiliation: "My whole life...beast...my whole life...profit-seeking traders...loans...why ?why treat me like this?"

Driven by emotions, the crowd took a step forward.To prepare for the unexpected, Artyom pulled the safety catch of his automatic rifle and held the gun more smoothly.However, no one intends to stand up for the victims.

"Now Oleg can bear it." People whispered.

"To hell with him!"

"His days are numbered."

"Now he's like everyone else."

Poor Oleg cried.

Homer tentatively comforted Oleg: "Isn't there so much sand in Hanseatic! The new village station is also being renovated, so that the hen can eat some sand; besides, maybe there is an egg in its stomach. reserve……"

"Be smart! What do you know about the inner reserves of a hen! Go to the Hanseatic yourself! Go there and eat the sand yourself!"

Liao Ha was at a loss, and tightly grasped the injured wrist with his good hand, and the weird little mouth on the palm was still open.Obviously, the manager must immediately disinfect with alcohol, because there may be everything in this poisonous shallow water, and within a day, Liao Ha will definitely have gangrene.

"Who has moonshine?" Artyom called to the shattered steel jungle, "sterilize the wound!"

What he answered was a series of sarcastic sneers like monkeys: moonshine, haha, disinfection, haha.

"Half of you here are drunks, there must be moonshine! Use anything!"

"Anything made of poop will do!" Liao Ha begged.

"They eat worms!" explained a sympathetic man. "Worms are hallucinogenic, but they don't contain alcohol."

"A bunch of rubbish!" the agent was furious, "trash!"

"You go find the point of being a soldier." Someone suggested.

"Yes, yes, go to find the soldiers." Another person sneered.

"Yes!" Artyom held Liao Ha's shoulders, "We'll go back to the border and take you back to Hanseatic. Isn't the visa still there? 'Knit Sweater' should have left long ago. Go there and bandage you, and then Let's run away again."

"Where are you going!" Oleg yelled, "Where do you want to go?! Me?! What should I do?!"

"I don't want to die anymore!" The agent became stubborn.

"Don't even think about running away!" Oleg turned a deaf ear, "You have ruined all my plans!"

"Listen, uncle..." Artyom grabbed the magazine of the automatic rifle, trying to take some bullets out of it to compensate Oleg, but the latter would have completely misunderstood it.

"Executioner! Crusade team! You want to kill me?! Come on, shoot!" He stood up, rushed over and grabbed the barrel of the gun, pressing it against his stomach.

boom--!
The old hen flapped her shortened wings, flew off the iron frame in terror, and ran as fast as she could on the wooden frame pallet.People were dumbfounded and deafened.The echoes are endless, drifting away along the underground river.

"What are you doing?!" Artem was stunned.

Oleg sat down slowly.

"This is it..." he said.

The suit jacket on Oleg's belly was soaked with some glowing fluid that trickled down and onto his white polyethylene skirt and revealed itself—a thin, orange-yellow blood.

It's ridiculous.

"Why did you do that, Uncle?" Artyom demanded, "Why?!"

Oleg searched the hen with his eyes.

"Who will you leave Lipa with?" he said sadly and weakly. "Who will you leave her with? They'll eat her."

"You idiot, why?! Ah?!" Artyom growled, hating himself, hating Oleg, hating everything.

"Don't shout like that," Oleg begged him, "I'm going to die, Lipa... Lipa come here..."

"You bastard! Idiot! Lift him up! Quickly, lift your legs! Let's go to the Hanseatic!" Artyom shouted at the manager, holding Oleg's armpit from behind.

But Liao Ha, who was injured in one hand, couldn't lift it anyway.So Artyom gave the suitcase to Homer, put the knapsack on Leoha's back, took Oleg on his back—he was very light and had softened—and ran to the passage.

"Oleg, Oleg," said someone from the crowd.

"Just like that."

"The eggs can't save him."

…………

Afterwards, Artyom followed Homer and left here, no longer entangled in people's words.

He who carried Liao Ha on his back never thought that Oleg would choose to commit suicide not long after they turned and left.

And now it is looking for a way to the surface, but the good times don't last long.

They were attacked by monsters, and Homer and the others emptied the guns in their hands before repelling the monsters reluctantly.

In order to protect Liao Ha, Artyom was seriously injured and fell into a coma.

Homer and the others had no choice but to send Artyom back to the All-Russian Exhibition Hall station, but what greeted them was not the cheers of the residents, but the disgust of the residents and the resentment of Anna.

(End of this chapter)