Rows of shelves line the criss-crossed tracks, and tents are strewn across the platform.

Some of them are shops, others are mostly used as residences. Some are printed with letters, and that's where travelers stay overnight.

Su Mengfan walked over to the crowd, looked to both sides, and noticed a huge blue train parked on the track on the left, it was broken, and there were only three carriages in total.

There is an indescribable sense of noise in the station, and it seems that the people here are not quiet for a moment.

They just pause to talk, shout, sing, argue, cry and laugh, and a few noises are mixed with a burst of music, giving underground life here an unusually festive atmosphere.

At Hayabusa Station, there are also people who sing in high spirits, but the situation there is very different from here, where there are only a few people who play guitars.

He especially remembered some Afghan folk songs vividly.

That's what Cage loves to sing — and although there's not much to understand about the songs, they're all about the grief of losing a friend and the hatred of an enemy.

Cage sang so well that all who listened to him sing these songs were deeply moved.

Cage explained to Su Mengfan that Afghanistan was a great country, and he described its mountains, canyons, streams, villages, helicopters, and ornate coffins.

Even Cage had never been to Afghanistan, when he was too young, only to hear the songs later from his old friends in the military.

Is the music here really the same as there at Hayabusa Station?

No, the songs of {Hayabusa Station} are mournful, like Andrea and his melancholic ballads.

Listen to the cheerful and lively melodies in this hall again, in comparison, Su Mengfan was surprised to find that they were so different, but how touching these music are!

Walking near the nearest music performer, Su Mengfan unconsciously stopped and joined the crowd, first, to hear the story of the tunnel adventure, and second, to listen to the music.

He looked curiously at the person playing the music, it was two people: one with long greasy hair, a belt tied to his forehead, and a strange colorful ragged suit with a clanging guitar.

The other was an old man, bald, wearing a pair of glasses that had obviously been trimmed many times, and a faded old jacket, who was delighting his listeners with a wind instrument that the Khan called a saxophone.

Su Mengfan hadn't heard music played on the saxophone for a long time.

His preferred wind instrument is the pipe, and some people know how to play this instrument with insulated pipes cut into different diameters, but the people of Hayabusa Station don't like pipes.

They usually make it just for sale, and it sounds a bit like a saxophone, and sometimes the siren is occasionally blocked and broken, and it is used as a temporary siren instead.

Next to the player there is an open guitar bag with a dozen cassettes inside.

When the long-haired man had finished singing his song, he said some funny things and made funny faces, and the people laughed and applauded with joy, so that a coin fell on the player's box with a clatter.

The wandering song about the poor devil ended, and the long-haired guy leaned against the wall to relax, and the saxophonist in the jacket began to play a theme that Su Mengfan was unfamiliar with.

But it's clearly popular here, as people start clapping and a few more coins fly out of the air into the players' boxes.

Su Mengfan stayed there for another hour, listening to simple songs, and if the performance hadn't been suddenly forcibly interrupted, he would have continued to stand there and listen.

Two strong men suddenly staggered to the player's side, they were very similar to the thugs Su Mengfan and Nathaniel had seen at the entrance to the station, and they were wearing similar clothes.

A man walked over and crouched down, unceremoniously took the coins from the box and put them in the pocket of his jacket.

The long-haired musician rushed at him, trying to stop him, but immediately received a hard punch in the shoulder, and he was knocked down, and the thug snatched his guitar and he was about to throw it against the column.

When the elderly saxophonist tried to go over to help his friend, another thug pushed him staggered and slammed into the wall with a little force.

None of the audience standing around the musician intervened. The crowd was noticeably smaller, and those who stayed behind were either blocking their eyes or pretending to be looking at the goods on nearby shelves.

Su Mengfan was ashamed of them and himself, but he also decided not to interfere.

"You've been here today!" The long-haired musician said with a cry and raised his hand.

"Listen! If you're lucky, we'll be lucky, you know? Aren't you going to share it with us? Do you want to go to the van? You hairy matchstick! ”

The thug yelled and yelled at him, then threw the guitar at him - it was clear that he was holding it up and shaking it as a warning.

As soon as he heard the word "truck", the long-haired musician immediately stopped resisting and crying, shook his head like a rattle, and said nothing.

"Got it...... Matchsticks?! When the thug finished speaking, he spat contemptuously at the feet of the long-haired musician, but the musician did not dare to say anything.

After the two wretched creatures were suppressed, the two thugs marched away unhurriedly, and they went on to find the next victim.

Su Mengfan was a little frustrated, he looked around and found that there was a person with a shaved head next to him who had been standing next to him and watching this scene seriously.

"What's the origin of those thugs?" Su Mengfan asked in confusion.

"What do you think they look like?" The bald head asked rhetorically, "Actually, it's just an ordinary bandit."

There is no governing authority, only two groups control it.

This half was controlled by the Slavic brothers, and all the hooligans of the {Krodzko-{Rizskaya station} line gathered here, usually they were called Korodsk.

Some of them are also called Rizskaya, but you won't see them at Kaluga or Riga.

But, there, you look at the little bridge," he said, pointing to the staircase that extends to the upper right in the middle of the platform.

"There is another hall, exactly like this one. There is no such illegal activity there, but it is the Caucasian Paratun that is responsible for it – basically Azbaijan and the Chenchens.

That used to be the focus of the two sides fighting for territory. Eventually, they split the station in two from there. ”

The bald voice was a little hoarse.

Su Mengfan was a little surprised to see that the bald head actually answered his question.

The bald head on the opposite side didn't seem to see Su Mengfan's expression, and still continued his speech.

"Now the two groups live in peace," the bald man continued. "They stop people who want to enter [Gomes City] and collect taxes to make money."

"The cost is the same for both halls – three coins – so it's the same no matter which end you pit from.

Of course, there is no order here at all, and they don't need order, the only order is that you can't make a fire. ”

"If you want to buy some tobacco? Go ahead. In the mood for some drinks? Buy as much as you want. Do you want to arm yourself with weapons capable of capturing half of the metro system? No problem.

It's also popular to sell Y here, but I'm not in favor of that. He muttered his personal opinion a little awkwardly.

"What does that van mean?"

"Vans? is their headquarters.

If someone doesn't listen to them, refuses to pay, owes them money or anything like that, then they're going to get you there.

There's a prison and a torture chamber inside – the van is like a debt pit, it's better not to get there!

Are you hungry? The bald head changed the subject.

Su Mengfan nodded.

The devil knows how long it had been since the day he and the old man had tea at {Smowgli Station}.

Without a clock, he had lost the ability to grasp time.

His trip in the tunnel, full of strange experiences, may have lasted a long time, or could it have been just a few minutes? Or maybe a few months? Su Mengfan couldn't judge.

Time in the tunnel is very different from other places.

Anyway, Su Mengfan really wanted to eat, and he looked around.

"Kebabs! Hot kebabs! It was a swarthy merchant standing nearby, with a protruding nose under his thick dark eyebrows.

His pronunciation is a bit odd, he doesn't pronounce the "K" of a plosive, and replaces the "a" with an "o" sound.

Su Mengfan had seen someone who spoke in an unusual tone before, but he had never paid such special attention as this time.

Su Mengfan is familiar with this word.

They {Hayabusa Station} also sell meat skewers, Su Mengfan likes to eat them, but what he likes is pork.

But here, no matter how much the merchant wielded it, it always felt wrong.

Su Mengfan looked at it carefully for a long time, and finally recognized that it was a twisted mouse corpse with charred paws, which made him feel dizzy.

"You don't eat mice?" The bald head asked him sympathetically.

"Hello!" He nodded to the swarthy merchant.

"They won't give you pork, but rats are edible," the bald head explained, looking hungrily at the barbecue.

"I used to feel disgusted, but now I'm used to it. Of course, a little cruel, they are such small little animals.

In addition, they have a bit of a smell. But these Obocks," he said, glancing at the barbecue boss again.

"No one can beat them when they know how to cook mice. They soaked the rats in something, made them soft like suckling pigs, and put spices on them! Delicious, and cheaper! ”

Su Mengfan covered his mouth with his palm and inhaled deeply, trying to think of something else to distract him.

But the blackened mouse carcasses on the barbecue forks were always wandering before his eyes: the barbecue forks were inserted from the back of the corpses and then out of the open mouths of the little mice.

"Whatever you want, it's delicious! So come together, three coins in a string! The bald head decided, and walked over to the barbecue grill as he spoke.

Su Mengfan said hello to the bald head and said that he was going to go around the station and find something else to eat.