Su Mengfan sighed enviously and followed Mikhail Polfilevich, but his eyes hadn't left the train yet.

Laughter and conversation could be heard from the carriage.

They passed by and saw a man sitting in the doorway, looking tired after a day's work, smoking with his neighbors, talking about what had happened today.

The old ladies gathered around the table and drank tea by the light of a small lamp connected by a wire. The kids were running around.

Compared to what happened to me during this time, there was so much joy in this station.

"What do they live on here?" Su Mengfan caught up with the old man and couldn't help but ask him.

"What? You don't know? Mikhail Polfilevich was polite, but surprised and said, "This is {Smogli station}!"

Here are the best metro technicians, who are the masters of this metro system in a prominent position.

They brought all sorts of equipment to be installed from the Moscow metro line 1 and even from the metro ring line 5.

These people's careers are booming and thriving, and what a blessing to live here! ”

He sighed fantasically, "But they are also very strict about the qualifications to live here......

Su Mengfan fantasized that they would be able to sleep on the bed in the carriage.

In the middle of the hall there was a row of large tents, the kind he had stayed at the All-Russian Exhibition Center, the first tent had the word "hotel" painted on it, and next to the hotel stood a long line of people fleeing for their lives.

But Mikhail Polfilevich called one of the organizers aside, gave some money, whispered something mysteriously, and the problem was solved.

"We're going in." He made a gesture of invitation, and Vanechka happily followed him in.

They also got some tea, and they didn't have to pay extra, the mat on the ground was very soft, and they didn't want to get up when they lay down, Su Mengfan was half-lying and blew the tea leaves floating in the water cup, listening carefully to the old man's words.

And the old man had long forgotten his tea, and excitedly told Su Mengfan: "This whole place is the sphere of influence of the Red Army, no one will tell you this, and the Red Army will never admit it." The Red Metro Line's sphere of influence extends to {Stadium Station}.

Su Mengfan drank a small cup of tea, feeling that the sweetness in his body froze, he was looking forward to something strange and unusual happening here, something that had happened on the red subway line in the southwest.

Vanechka was gnawing at his nails, sometimes pausing to look at the fruits of his labor with satisfaction before continuing to gnaw.

Su Mengfan looked at him with some sympathy, grateful that this boy could be so quiet.

"We have a little circle of our own [at Balikanaya Station]," Mikhail Polfilevich smiled embarrassedly, "and we will get together in the evening.

Sometimes people came from {Yuri Tasha 1905} to add people to us, and now they all follow people with different ideas, and Stafford has moved to our station......

Of course, it doesn't make much sense, it's just a simple meeting, but we sometimes talk about something else...... At the {Ballykanaya station}, people also don't like educated people very much.

So, we all discussed it privately, but Yevhen Stafford said that {Moscow State University Station} did not disappear, but they managed to block the tunnel, and now there are still people in it.

Not just ordinary people, it is the former site of Moscow State University, which is why it is called {Moscow State University Station}.

Allegedly, some professors and students were rescued at the Moscow University station.

There are some bomb shelters under the university, which were built in the past, and I think these holes may have been connected to the subway by special tunnels.

Now there is also an intellectual center there, but it may also be just a rumor, and the educated have power there, too.

There, learning doesn't stop, because there are also students, graduate students, and teachers.

Culture hasn't disappeared like it has been here, and those people can write and experiment......

Anton Rovich even said that one of his engineer friends secretly told him that they had found a way back to the surface.

They invented a kind of protective clothing, and sometimes their scouts were sent to the subway......

You'll think it all sounds incredible! ”

Mikhail Polfilevich added half-affirmatively, half-doubtfully.

He looked at Su Mengfan's eyes, but Su Mengfan found the sadness and a cowardly and tired hope in his eyes, and Su Mengfan coughed.

Answer him as confidently as you can, "How is it incredible?" It sounds entirely possible! Take Metropolis Station, for example, I've heard the same story......"

"It's not easier to get there than to the Emerald City...... We all jokingly call the university and the stations around it in private...... You have to cross the red line or the Hansa, but you can't go there, you get it. It's not good there, but I was there when I was younger. ”

Su Mengfan asked why it was difficult to turn, and the old man replied helplessly: "There is a burned car in the middle of the tunnel.

I hadn't been there in years, so I don't know what was going on now, but it was horrible to see charred human bodies sitting in their seats.

I don't know what's going on there, I've asked a few friends, but no one knows exactly what happened.

It was very difficult to get past the car because the tunnel had begun to collapse and dirt was all around the car.

In the car, I mean that in the car, all kinds of bad things happen, and it is difficult to say what is going on.

I'm an atheist, and I don't believe in mysteries...... Now I don't believe in anything. ”

These words made Su Mengfan think of the mysterious noises in those tunnels, and he couldn't help but tell the old man what happened to his friend during the trip some time ago.

"What? What are you talking about? It's all nonsense! Mikhail Polfilevich interrupted him, frowning solemnly.

"I've heard of this before. Do you remember Mr. Yevhen Stafford that I mentioned?

He is a physicist, and he told me that this psychological phenomenon occurs when people are disturbed by low sound waves.

The sounds are basically inaudible, and if I remember correctly, the frequency is around 7 hertz...... And these basses can be produced due to some natural reasons, for example, due to tectonic changes and so on.

I didn't pay attention when he said it...... But what to do with the souls of the dead? A ghost in a sewer pipe? Please......"

This old man is very interesting, Su Mengfan has never heard anyone else say what he said.

The old man looked at the subway from a different angle, an old-fashioned and interesting one.

Obviously, everything can pull his soul back to the surface of the earth. He was visibly uncomfortable here, as if it was his first day living underground.

Su Mengfan thought of the argument between the commander and Tyne, so he asked, "I want to ask your opinion...... Can we, and I mean humans, go back to Earth? Will we make it back alive? ”

He immediately regretted asking the question, as it seemed to cut into the old man's vein, and he immediately softened, and muttered lifelessly, "I don't think I can't, I can't." ”

"But after all, there are other metro systems, in St. Petersburg, in Minsk, and in Novgorod."

Su Mengfan made a list of the names he had memorized, even though they were just empty and meaningless words to him.

"Ahh What a beautiful city - St. Petersburg! Mikhail Polfilevich did not answer him, but sighed sadly.

"You know, how beautiful it is to have Isaac, the Admiralty and the minaret of the church there!

And Nevsky Prospekt at night - noisy bustling crowds laughing, as well as children and beautiful girls eating ice cream...... And music...... Especially in the summer...... There is rarely good weather in the summer.

But if there is one...... The sun is shining golden, and the sky is clear and blue...... You know, you're going to feel like you're going to breathe easily......"