Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 72 Paste
Now... it's time to take advantage of it...

"What kind of rubbish is this?" A gasping voice rang in his ear.

After all, he still didn't escape.

"I... it... I'm lost. I'm not from this side..." Su Mengfan said in a low voice, his tongue was tied because of tension, or maybe he really got into the drama.

"Go away, you hear me, you ugly bastard!" The voice sounded very convincing, almost hypnotic.

When he heard it, he wanted to get out immediately.

"Of course, I... I will..." Su Mengfan replied vaguely, scared, but didn't know how to get out of here.

"Hansa strictly prohibits begging!" The voice said sternly, this time it came from a farther place, and there was an echo in the tunnel that echoed in Su Mengfan's ears.

"Of course, right away... I have a child..." Su Mengfan finally realized how to deal with it, and regained some vitality.

"What? Child? What nonsense are you talking about?!" The border guard in the dark shouted angrily.

"Popov, Lomako, come here, get this bastard out! He doesn't deserve to be here!"

Neither Popov nor Lomako wanted to get their hands dirty, so they just jostled him on the back with the barrel of their automatic pistol.

The angry voice of their superior came from behind.

To Su Mengfan, this sounded like heavenly music.

Sopakov Station, finally get out of here!
He managed to throw off the Hansa!

He finally looked up, but when he saw the people around him, he turned his gaze back to the floor.

It's not the tidy Hanseatic world, he's once again in the filthy, impoverished psychiatric hospital that ruled the metro.

But even in such an environment, Su Mengfan felt very disgusted with himself.

That strange exterior that had helped him hide and escape, that had made people shy away from him and let him make his way through outposts and checkpoints had turned into something very nasty again.

Apparently it was past noon.

After the initial ecstasy wears off, the strange force, as if borrowed from someone else, that had driven him across Abdul Kader to Dubrynin Station suddenly disappeared.

Only he was left—hungry, deadly tired, and without a penny.

Even the unbearable stench of a week ago is still clearly audible, sticking to his body like glue.

Su Mengfan sat down along the wall.

It turned out that the beggars sitting next to him felt that they could no longer bear it, and scattered around cursing, leaving him alone in the end.

He hugged his shoulders against the cold, closed his eyes, and sat there without thinking about anything for a long time until sleepiness hit him.

…………

Su Mengfan is walking along an endless tunnel.

The tunnel was longer than all the tunnels he had traversed in his life put together.

The tunnel twists and turns, rising and falling in places, never more than ten paces straight.

It just kept going and it was getting harder and harder to walk, his feet were blistered and bleeding and there was a throbbing pain, his back was hurting and every step was causing pain all over his body.

But thinking that as long as there is hope, the exit will not be too far away, perhaps at the next corner, Su Mengfan has the motivation to keep going.

But he suddenly had a simple but shocking idea;

What if the tunnel has no exit?
What if the import and export are blocked?
What if someone who he can neither see nor touch, but is all-powerful shuts him in?
Then he can only drag himself forward until he is exhausted and collapses - and there is no special reason for this person to do this.

Just for fun?Just for your own pleasure?
A mouse in a maze.

A squirrel under a wheel.

On the other hand, he thought, if he kept going and didn't reach the exit, maybe refusing to move unconsciously would bring freedom?

He sat on a railroad tie, not because he was tired, but because he felt he was at the end of his rope.

The surrounding walls disappeared, he thought:

To achieve my goal, to complete this journey, all I can do is stop going.

Then he lost consciousness.

…………

When he awoke, he was drowning in great anxiety.

At first, he didn't know what was causing the anxiety.

It was a while before he began to recall bits of the dream, and he tried to piece together a complete picture from the fragments.

But the pieces don't fit together, they're fragmented, and there's not enough to connect them.

This thing was some idea that had come up in the dream: it was crucial, it was an imagination, it was very important to him.

Without it, all that's left in the mind is a pile of paste.

But whenever there is a wonderful scene, new things pouring in continuously will stretch the mind infinitely.

But he couldn't figure out how to go on.

Su Mengfan bit his fist, held up his equally dirty head with his dirty hands, muttered some difficult words, and passers-by looked at him with fear and disgust.

But his train of thought just couldn't get along.

Then, slowly, carefully, as if trying to pull out something stuck in a swamp with a lock of hair, he began to reconstruct the fragments of his memory.

Oh my gosh, this is a miracle!

After deftly grasping a fleeting image, he suddenly recognized it as the object that had appeared in the dream.

To end this perilous journey, he just needs to stop here.

But now, in his waking moments, the thought seemed mundane, pathetic, and unworthy of his attention.

To end the journey, he doesn't have to go any further?

Well, of course.

If you don't go any further, the journey will come to an end.

Is there anything simpler?
But is this really the way out?

Is this really the end of this mission?
Just give up the task completion reward given by the system?
The ideas that appear in dreams often have a sense of inspiration, but once the dreamer wakes up, they become a meaningless mess of words.

"Oh, my dear brother! Your body and your soul are so filthy." A voice rang out very close to him.

This was as unexpected as the idea above, and the bitter taste of disillusionment disappeared immediately.

He never thought that the voice was someone talking to him, because he was very used to the people around him dispersing before he spoke.

"We welcome all poor, helpless souls," the voice continued, and it sounded so gentle, so reassuring, so gentle.

　The strongest magic attack - sacrificial Dafa

　　Not right, very wrong!How did I end up in jail?

　　……

　　After a night of partying, I successfully became a member of the army of alcoholism. The key is that I just got a promotion and a salary increase!

　　Fortunately, God has a good conscience and gave me a time-travel, right?This is where? !
　　I looked at the ugly monster in front of me and silently typed one?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)