Su Mengfan looked around and asked, "What's going on here?" ”

He was horrified to see the corpses strewn across the hall, and now there was silence except for the sound of him talking to the commander, and no one could be heard.

The commander stared firmly into his eyes and replied, "It's okay, you don't have to worry. ”

He bent down and picked up his backpack from the ground, which contained a smoking military machine gun in his hand, apparently running out of bullets in his machine gun magazine.

The commander walked forward, and Su Mengfan tried to keep up with him.

He looked around and saw something he hadn't noticed before—the bodies of several black people were hanging on the bridge, and Su Mengfan had heard the verdict on himself just now.

The commander didn't speak, and gradually quickened his pace, as if he had forgotten that Su Mengfan was now scarred and could barely walk.

Su Mengfan was trying to accelerate, but the distance between them was still increasing.

He feared that the Commander would just walk away on his own, leaving him in this terrible station.

It was covered in smooth, sticky blood that was still steaming, and the only inhabitants were corpses.

Su Mengfan thought to himself: "Do I really deserve to be rescued at such a price?" Is my life more important than the lives of so many people combined? ”

However, he was glad that he had been rescued.

But the corpses of all the people—scattered haphazardly, like rags and rags, on the granite of the platforms, on the railroad tracks, one by one.

Permanently stuck in the position where the commander's bullet was fired into them - they were all dead, so that Su Mengfan survived.

The commander turned things upside down so easily, as if he had sacrificed some small people to protect one of the most important big people......

It's as if the commander is a chess player, and the subway is a chessboard, and everyone is his, because he is playing the game alone.

But the question is, is Su Mengfan such an important figure in this chess game?

All these people had to die to save him?

From now on, it is likely that the blood flowing along the cold granite will also surge in his veins, as if he drank the blood and extracted life from other people, thus preserving himself.

He will never feel warm again......

Su Mengfan ran as hard as he could, trying to catch up with the commander and ask him if he could still feel warm, or if he would still feel cold and depressed by the blazing fireside, like a cold winter night in a wide station.

But the commander was far away from him, perhaps because Su Mengfan couldn't catch up with him, the commander jumped onto the track and ran into the tunnel with agility like an animal.

His movements looked like ...... to Su Mengfan Dogs on the run? No, like a mouse...... Oh, my God.

Su Mengfan said his terrible thoughts: "Are you a mouse?" He was horrified by his words.

The commander replied, "No,"

It seemed that someone was babbling and shouting warmly in Su Mengfan's ear: "You are the little mouse." You're the little mouse! Cowardly rats! Cowardly rats! ”

Su Mengfan shook his head, but immediately regretted it.

Now, due to the strenuous exercise, a dull ache in his body exploded.

He couldn't control his limbs and began to stagger forward.

Then he stopped and pressed his burning forehead against the metal mechanical parts of the cold subway station next to him.

There were corrugated lines on the surface, which made his skin feel uncomfortable, but the burning sensation of the red and swollen flesh was relieved.

Su Mengfan stayed there for a while, but he still didn't have the strength and spirit to think about his situation and situation.

He began to gasp for breath, trying to carefully open his left eye a little.

Now he sat on the floor and pressed his forehead against the lattice frame in the subway station, which extended to the ceiling and filled the space on either side of the low, narrow arch.

He was facing the hall, and there was a path behind him.

The nearest arch on the opposite side as far as he could see had also been made into cages, each with a number of people sitting inside.

This half of the station was facing the half of the station where he had been sentenced to death.

The half of the station where he was sentenced to death was a world of elegance, light, airiness and spaciousness.

In addition to the warm lighting and slogans and murals scattered on the walls, there are also beautiful columns and wide and high arches.

Compared to this place, the former is like a banquet hall, and everything here is brutal and terrifying, with a round ceiling that is low and cramped, making it feel as if you are still in a tunnel.

It was only twice as tall as a man, and it had many columns, but they were very crude, and each column was much wider than the arches cut in between.

The ceiling of the arch was so close to the ground that he could reach it if his hands were not tied behind the rope.

In addition to Su Mengfan, there were two other people in the prison, one was lying on the ground, with burns on his face, his clothes were ragged, and he was moaning silently. Recite.

The other one had black eyes and brown hair, and he hadn't shaved for a long time, he squatted there, leaning against the marble wall, looking at Su Mengfan very curiously.

Two strong men in camouflage uniforms and berets came to the edge of the cage, one of them leading a dog and reprimanding it from time to time. They and it seemed to wake up Su Mengfan.

It turned out that it was all just a dream...... Just a dream...... He just finished it.

They were still preparing to hang him.

He moved his red and swollen tongue, looked sideways at the man with dark circles, and asked softly, "What time is it?" ”

The man happily replied, "It's half past nine." ”

He pronounced it in the same tone that Mr. Su had heard from the kebab sellers in the business district: they pronounced the "o" as an "a" and the "y" as an "ay."

Then, the man with dark circles added, "It's night." ”

At half past nine, two and a half hours before twelve, and five hours before the execution.

Su Mengfan once tried to imagine: What should a person think before he is executed, in the face of death?

Is it fear, hatred of the executioner, or remorse?

His heart was empty, he felt his heart pounding in his chest, his temples beating, blood slowly accumulating in his mouth, and he swallowed it.

The blood smells of rust, maybe it's the smell of blood on the wet iron?

They will hang him. They're going to kill him.

He will no longer be able to live in this world.

He couldn't imagine it, and he couldn't put that situation into his mind.

Death is inevitable, it's part of everyday life in the subway system, but it's always like some kind of misfortune that is unlikely to happen to you, bullets will fly over you, and disease will jump over you.

The death of an old man is a long time later, and you don't have to think about it, so you don't always think about death.

As much as you will have these thoughts, you have to forget about them, you have to drive them out, you have to stifle them, or they will take root in your consciousness and make your life very miserable.

Don't think about the fact that you are going to die, or you might go crazy.

The life of a person sentenced to death differs from that of a normal person in only one respect, that is, he knows when he will die, while ordinary people do not know when they will die.

So for the average person, it seems as if they could live forever, even though it is entirely possible that he would be killed in a catastrophic event that occurred the next day - death itself is not terrible, what is terrible is waiting for it to come.

How will they be executed after seven hours?

Su Mengfan couldn't imagine how a person would be hanged.

They may tie a rope around his neck and hang him from the ceiling or adopt some kind of stool...... Isn't that right...... It's hard to imagine.

He was a little thirsty.

He struggled to move the converter and turned the train of his thoughts on a different track—to the officer he had shot — the first man he had killed in two lifetimes.

The scene resurfaced before his eyes: the bullets that had pierced his broad chest, and how they had left a blackened mark of congealed blood.

But he was surprised that he had no regrets about what he had done.

He used to think that every person who was killed must be a heavy burden on his conscience to the murderer—they would appear in his dreams and disturb his old age...... But no.

Things didn't seem at all like he had imagined, no pity, no regrets, only gloomy contentment.

Su Mengfan knew that if the person who was killed appeared in his nightmare, then as long as he turned his back on the ghost indifferently, it would disappear without a trace, and he would never have an old age again.

Time is running out, and when there's only a little time left, you have to think about some important things, some of the most important things, things that you have never had time to think about before, just save them for later......

The fact that you didn't choose the right life, and if you had a second chance, you would have made a different choice......

No, he couldn't have any other life options in the world, nothing to try to do all over again.

When the border guards shot Vanechka in the head, shouldn't he have raised his automatic machine gun and stood idly by?

It's simply not feasible - what's wrong with the old man?

Damn, how can you get saliva to drink!

First, they will take him out of prison...... If he'd been lucky, they'd lead him through the diversion tunnel, but there's no time left.

If they hadn't put that damn skull on his head, what would he have seen between the lattice frame rods in front of him?

Su Mengfan's dry lips twitched with difficulty, and said, "Which station are you from?" ”

He shifted himself a little, stepped away from the lattice frame, and turned his head up to stare into his neighbor's eyes.