Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 43
There were no patrols in front of Paveletskaya Station, only people in twos and threes sitting 30 meters from the exit, moving aside from time to time to give way to the rail cars of the resistance fighters, and watched them leave with respectful eyes.

"What, no one lives there?" Su Mengfan asked, trying his best to make his voice sound calm.

He certainly didn't want to be left in this deserted subway station without weapons, food, or documentation.

Lusakov looked at him in surprise and said: "Pavletskaya station? Of course someone is there!"

Su Mengfan asked unwillingly: "Then why is there no border patrol?"

Lusakov interrupted Su Mengfan, emphasizing every word: "Because this is Pavletskaya Station! Who will disturb it?"

Su Mengfan recalled the words of the sages: "The only thing a dying person knows is that he knows nothing." He weighed this sentence secretly in his heart.

They spoke of Pavletskaya station in a sacrosanct tone, as if it needed no explanation at all, as if it was something everyone understood.

"What, you mean you don't know?" Bonnsay asked suspiciously, and he said, "You wait, you'll see for yourself later!"

Su Mengfan was shocked when he first saw Paveletskaya Station.

The ceiling is so high that the light from the flashlight cannot reach the ceiling at all, but forms an infinite halo directly above the head.

Numerous round arches are supported by slender columns, and together support the heavy vault.

The arches are filled with bronze castings, which, although rusted, still speak of former glory.

Although only a simple hammer and sickle are used, and they are connected by arches.

But these forgotten symbols of fallen empires still look as proud and disdainful as when they were born.

A seemingly endless row of columns, dotted with bloody flickering torches, disappears into the unbelievable mist.

There is no end in sight as far as the eye can see.

The flames licked the marble pillars a hundred or a thousand paces away, but their light could not penetrate the thick darkness.

This station was once home to the Cyclops Titan, so everything here is huge.

Because it is beautiful, no one dares to violate it?
Bonnsay turned off the engine, the rail car became slower and slower, and gradually stopped, while Su Mengfan studied this strange station without distraction.

What secret does it hide?
Why did no one dare to offend the Pavletskaya station?

Why is Pavletskaya Station so sacred?
Of course, it's not just because it looks like a fairytale palace.

A large group of ragged children gathered around the track car.

They looked at the machine with envy, and one of the children dared to touch it silently and respectfully, until Uncle Fyodor chased him away.

The captain interrupted Su Mengfan's contemplation: "Here it is, Alcorn. I and the others have decided to give you a small gift. Here, take it!"

He handed Artyom a submachine gun and a pistol, probably from the slain guard.

"and also!"

He puts in Su Mengfan's hand the lamp that once illuminated the path of the black-uniformed, bearded fanatic.

"These are trophies, so they will give you courage. Now, they are yours.

At the same time, for our friendship, and for our common goal of not harming the GM, I will personally give you some coins and food.

Not far from here, there is Ciudad Gomez station.Once there, you can adjust before continuing west to Metropolis Station.

We'll be here a little longer, but we can't delay either.Who knows if those Fourth Reich bastards will catch up to us anytime soon?
But they should not dare to plant eyeliners at the Pavletskaya station. "

Although Su Mengfan has just become strong and powerful, Su Mengfan felt sad when Bonnsay shook his hand and wished him success.

Maxim patted him on the shoulder in a friendly way, and Uncle Fyodor stuffed him with a bottle of wine, and they didn't know what else to give him:
"Good friends, come on, we will meet again. We will live - we will not die!"

Rusakov shook hands with him again, and his handsome, manly face turned serious:
"Alcorn! Attention, I want to tell you two things: First, trust the stars in your heart, as Nour Memet O'Brien said, for eternal victory!

Second, and most importantly, do not allow any Fourth Reich to pass! "

The other soldiers all raised their right hands, clenched into fists and repeated: "No passage to the Fourth Reich!"

All Su Mengfan could do was to raise his fist, shouting the same slogan with all his determination and GM enthusiasm: "Don't let the Fourth Reich pass!"

Although he privately believed the whole ceremony was a show, he didn't want to spoil the sacred moment of seeing him off.

Evidently he was right, for Rusakov looked at him with pride and satisfaction, and then saluted him solemnly.

The motor sounded, and a circle of blue-gray smoke was raised all around.Surrounded by a group of jubilant children, the rail car disappeared into the darkness.

Su Mengfan once again became a "lonely person". This was the first time he was so far away from home.

Su Mengfan was wandering on the platform, the first thing he noticed was the clock, there are four clocks here.

At VDNKh, time is not just a symbol, like a book, like a school for children - proving that people at VDNKh still care about the next generation, they don't want to degenerate, they are still Humanity.

But here the clock seems to be playing something else, something more important.

He strolled a little longer and noticed other strange things.

For starters, the station has no living quarters of any kind, save for a number of linked disused subway cars parked on the second track, which stretches into the tunnel.

Only a small number of vehicles can be seen in the hall, which is why Su Mengfan didn't notice them right away.

All kinds of common business people and workshops are everywhere, but there is not even a simple tent where you can live, or even a simple screen to hide behind for the night.

Some beggars and vagrants sleep lazily on crude beds made of only cardboard.But people here, from time to time, rush toward the clock.

Some people who have their own watches will anxiously compare with the red numbers on the display board, and then go about their own business.

Unlike the people at the VDNKh station who would have a strong interest in travelers and try to strike up a conversation with them, sell them something, and take them around, everyone here seems to be focused on their own things.

They ignored Su Mengfan.

His sense of loneliness, temporarily replaced by curiosity at first, reemerged strongly.

In order to suppress the increasingly intense sense of melancholy, Su Mengfan continued to observe his surroundings.

He expects to see some different people here, with different facial expressions, because at a station like this, different lives will always leave their own marks.

At first glance, people are running around, yelling, working, talking, just like anywhere else.But the more he looked carefully, the more chilly his spine became.

Here are the young lame and misshapen in great numbers:
One has no fingers, one is covered in disgusting scabs, and a crude prosthetic limb is attached to the severed hand of a third.

Adults are often bald and sickly, and healthy, strong people are rarely seen.

Their stunted and ugly appearance formed an unpleasant contrast to the deep and vast station in which they lived.

On the broad platform, there are two rectangular openings leading to the depths, the passage passes through the Moscow metro line 5, towards the Lufthansa station.

But unlike the Heping Avenue Station, there are neither Lufthansa border guards nor checkpoints—someone once told Su Mengfan that with the Heping Avenue Station as the center, all nearby subway stations are connected together.

No, there must be something odd going on here.

Thinking of this, Su Mengfan didn't explore the other side of the hall.

First, he used five bullets to buy himself a bowl of diced roasted mushrooms and a glass of rancid, bitter-tasting water.

After swallowing the disgusting food with disgust, he sat on an upside-down plastic box that had been used to hold empty bottles.

Because he was exhausted, and the sight around him made him feel more and more uncomfortable, so he stood up again and walked towards the subway car, hoping to take a rest there.

But the subway trains here are very different from those at Hayabusa Station: all the trains are destroyed, with nothing inside, and the seats are burnt and fused together.

The core of the soft leather sofa was pulled out and thrown aside casually.There was blood everywhere, and bullet casings glowed darkly on the floor.

The place was clearly not an ideal sanctuary, but more like a fortress that had been attacked more than once.

Su Mengfan didn't want to cause trouble, so he went to the platform and looked at the sign beside him.

After confirming the target, we start to set off.

Fortunately, I didn't encounter any dark creatures along the way. After all, the subway is not so scary compared to the ground.

Here, there is no such high concentration of radioactive dust inside the subway. Only some areas inside the subway will have "plague areas" and "mutant biological control areas."

And there are too many entrances to life inside the subway, so in order to survive, the inside of the subway station and the surrounding places have been cleaned up.

While monsters often appear between those subway stations and those in between, it's far from the horrors above ground.

Of course, places that have not yet been explored are not ruled out. Learning to recognize and remember maps in the laboratory plays a key role here.

Walking in the tunnel, not only do you have to beware of those dark creatures that suddenly want to attack you, but also the dark and deep atmosphere of the tunnel. Staying here for a long time is enough to make people go crazy.

Before I knew it, I arrived at Gomes City Station.

　Thank you readers for your suggestions and support for this book.There are many deficiencies in this book, and Fanlu will modify them one by one during the study.

　　Due to the slow development of the plot of the first world, it has caused inconvenience for everyone to read, and Fanlu hereby expresses its great apology.

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