The commander sentenced: "Hang him!" The crowd erupted in enthusiastic cheers, mercilessly tormenting his eardrums.

Su Mengfan raised his head with difficulty and looked left and right.

Only one of his eyes could be opened, the other was completely swollen - the interrogators had tormented him as best they could.

He couldn't hear it clearly, and the sound seemed to reach his ears through a thick layer of cotton wool. He felt like his teeth were still there.

But at this point, what good can teeth be for him?

Or the same light-colored marble, very ordinary thing. But now, even the light-colored marbles annoyed him.

The chandeliers on the ceiling may have once been used as an electrical installation.

But now, they have lard candles inside, and the ceiling above them is completely blackened.

At this time, there were only two such lard-burning chandeliers in the whole station, one at one end of the wide staircase and the other in the middle of the hall.

Where Su Mengfan stood, on the steps of the small bridge, which was connected to the passage on the side that led to another subway line.

There are many semicircular arches, as well as completely inconspicuous columns, and there are many empty and unused places - what kind of station is this?

The fat man, standing next to the officer, read out the specific verdict: "The hanged will be carried out tomorrow morning at five o'clock in the morning at {Teviskaya station}." ”

He, like his superiors, wore not a green camouflage uniform, but a black uniform with shiny yellow buttons.

Both wore black berets, but they were not as big as the soldiers in the tunnel, and they didn't look as rudimentary.

On the walls on all four sides are a large number of eagle motifs and three left-handed swastika-like symbols, as well as slogans and slogans written in Gothic letters.

Su Mengfan read the words persistently and diligently through his blurred vision: "The subway belongs to the Russians!" "Death to all rat eaters!" ”

There are other texts with more abstract content: "Brave the last battle for the great Russian spirit!" "We will use fire and sword to establish a real Russian order!" ”

This is followed by dilution. Some words from Teller: "A healthy body means a healthy spirit!" ”

One inscription that made an impression on him was written underneath a cleverly painted portrait of a warrior with a powerful jaw bone and a strong chin, and a woman with a resolute expression.

These are depicted in the form of silhouettes of the man protecting the woman.

The slogan reads: "Every man is a soldier, and every woman is a soldier's mother!" All these inscriptions and pictures attracted Su Mengfan's attention more than the commander's words to some extent.

At this time, the crowd was restless behind the cordon in front of him. There were not many of them, and they were all dressed in ordinary clothes, mostly padded jackets and greasy blouses.

There were hardly any women in it, and if this was all the people at this station, there would be no more soldiers in the future.

Su Mengfan's head hung down to his chest - he didn't have the strength to straighten his neck, and if it weren't for the two broad-shouldered guards in berets pulling his arms, he would have fallen long ago.

He was so dizzy that he couldn't say anything witty anymore.

Su Mengfan felt that they were going to completely subvert him in front of all these people.

A bleak sense of indifference gradually crept into Su Mengfan's heart, and he no longer cared about what would happen to him.

Now, he cares aimlessly about the things around him, as if the hanged thing hadn't happened to him, and he's just reading a book about death.

Of course, he is interested in the fate of the protagonist, and if he is killed, then he just needs to get another one from the shelf - a book with a happy ending.

At first, he had been tortured for a long time by the brave men.

They tortured him and asked him clever and discreet questions.

The floor of the room was covered with disturbing yellow tiles, so that the blood could be easily concealed and wiped away, but this did not remove the smell of blood.

Before they began, they taught him to call the thin man with shiny hair and a delicate face—the guy who presided over the interrogation—"Commander."

Then they told him not to ask questions, but to answer them.

Then, they teach him how to answer questions accurately and to the point.

Su Mengfan couldn't believe that his teeth were still in his mouth - several of his teeth had been shaken badly, and blood kept gushing out of his mouth, filling the air with a fishy and salty smell.

At first, he tried to justify himself, but the facts told him that it was not worth it.

He then tried to remain silent, but he soon understood that it also seemed to be the wrong choice.

When a strong man slaps him on the head, it's a strange sensation – not just pain, but the sound of a hurricane that wipes out all your thoughts and tears your feelings to shreds, which is a very painful thing.

However, the real torture is yet to come.

After a while, Su Mengfan finally understood what he needed to do.

It's simple - he needs to answer the commander's questions in the best possible way.

If the commander asks him if he was sent from {Kuznetsk station}, he just nods his head in confirmation, which saves effort, and the commander does not wrinkle his nose at his answer, and his assistants do not beat him violently.

The commander guessed that he was sent to gather military intelligence and carry out sabotage operations. Spy, he nodded in acknowledgement, so the torturer rubbed his hands in satisfaction and did not beat him.

In this way, Su Mengfan finally saved his second eye.

But the important thing is not just to nod, he must listen clearly what the commander is asking, and nodding his head in agreement without thinking will make the commander feel that he is perfunctory, and the atmosphere will deteriorate.

If possible, his assistant would break one of Su Mengfan's ribs for this.

After about an hour and a half of quiet conversation, Su Mengfan lost consciousness, he couldn't see clearly, he couldn't hear sounds, and he couldn't think anymore.

He lost consciousness several times, but the executioners regained consciousness with ice and ammonia, and it seems that he must be a very interesting person to talk to.

In the end, they made an absolutely wrong judgment about his identity - they thought he was an enemy intermediate. spy and saboteur, he appeared to undermine the German government and stab. Kill the leaders in order to sow the seeds of chaos and prepare for the invasion.

His ultimate goal is to build an anti-. Country Caucasus Judah. Taifu. Nationalist Politics. Right.

Although Su Mengfan doesn't understand politics at all. But such a global goal was worth it for him, so he told them that it was all true.

He should admit that the guys were right, and because of that, he saved his teeth.

After the final details of the plan were admitted, they made him faint.

When he opened his eyes for the last time, the commander was already reading the verdict.

After the date of his death was announced, the execution was about to begin, and they put a black hood on him, covering his head and face.

The world went dark all of a sudden, and he couldn't see anything, which made him feel even more dizzy.

He barely stood up for a minute, then stopped struggling, at which point his stomach cramped and he vomited on his boot.

The guards cautiously stepped back, and the public roared with rage.

Su Mengfan was ashamed for a while, and then he felt dizzy and his legs were weak.

A strong arm rested his jaw in it, and he heard a familiar voice that now seemed like it came from a dream world.

The voice said, "Let's go, come with me, Alcohen!" It's over. Stand up! ”

But Su Mengfan was still unable to stand up, he didn't even have the strength to raise his head.

It was dark, probably because of the hood, and he couldn't see anything.

Now that his hands are tied behind his back, how is he going to take them off?

He had to take it off—he wanted to see if the sound was coming from someone familiar, or if it was all his imagination.

Su Mengfan said: "The hood is ......" I hope that person can understand.

So, the black mask covering his eyes disappeared, and Su Mengfan saw that it was the commander standing in front of him.

He hadn't changed since the last time Su Mengfan talked to him, and it had been a while since that conversation - it was a long, long time ago, on the ground.

How did he get here?

Isn't he already dead?

Su Mengfan turned his head tiredly and looked around, he was now standing on the platform of the station, and it was here just now that they read out the verdict against him, and they were about to be hanged.

Now, there are dead bodies everywhere, except for a few candles in one chandelier that continue to smoke, and another that has been blown up.

The commander's right hand held the gun that Su Mengfan had seen last time that stunned him. The sounder is screwed to the barrel of the gun, and the laser sight mounted on it looks very large.

"A Sjack Golden Gun", the commander looked at Su Mengfan anxiously and earnestly and said, "Are you okay?" Can I walk? ”

Su Mengfan mustered up the courage to reply: "Maybe." But at that moment he was concerned about something else: "Why are you still alive?" Is everything okay? ”

The commander smiled tiredly: "What do you see? Thank you for your help. ”

Su Mengfan shook his head and said, "But I didn't complete the task." He felt a burning pain in his head and shame filled his heart.

The commander gently patted him on the shoulder and said, "You've done your best." ”

"What about the employees? What are they going to do with me? ”

"Alcohen, everything is fine, it's all over. I managed to find the book, and the employees don't hold you accountable. We are saved, let's go. ”