Su Mengfan walked through the entire station, he found all kinds of homemade beers, and along the way he greedily but cautiously examined the tempting half. Fruit girl.

They look at the passers-by with seductive eyes, and despite their vulgar thoughts, they are so relaxed and free, unlike the women who are suppressed and crushed by the hard life of {All-Russian Exhibition Hall}.

He stayed in front of the bookstall for a while, and everything was cheap: there were pocket-sized books, there were books about great and pure love stories for women, and there were books about conspiracy for men. Books on killing and money, but there was nothing there that interested him.

The platform is about 200 steps long – slightly longer than usual.

The walls and distinctive columns are reminiscent of the melodica, and they are covered with colored marble, mostly grayish-yellow, but also pink.

The floor of the station is decorated with yellow metal strips that have lost their luster with age, and on which there are illegible symbols left by people from the past.

The ceiling has been blackened by the fire, and the walls are dotted with Xu Ya characters written in paint and soot, as well as some common colors. Love pictures.

In some places, there are some chips in the marble, and the metal strips are also dented and badly scratched.

On the right side of the middle line of the hall, go up through one of the short stairs, and on the other side of the small bridge, you can see another hall of the station.

Su Mengfan also wanted to go around there, but he stopped at the iron fence, and like the Peace Avenue Station, there was a two-meter-wide checkpoint here.

Several big men stood by the narrow passageway, leaning against the fence, and closer to Su Mengfan were familiar thugs wearing "TT" training pants printed on them.

On the other side, they were dark-skinned, bearded, and medium-sized, but they looked serious, one of them with a machine gun between his legs, and a pistol poking in his pocket in the other.

The bandits talk to each other so calmly that it's hard to believe they were once enemies.

They told Su Mengfan quite politely that they needed two coins to go to the station next door through here, and they had to hand in two more when they came back.

Su Mengfan asked what was inside, and those people replied that there was a training ground inside, and awards were also set. If you meet the criteria, you can get a prize.

Su Mengfan thought about it, let's go eat something first, and come over again to challenge when I have time.

After walking around and carefully studying the stalls and bazaars, Su Mengfan returned to the same entrance where they had first arrived.

It is not the end of the hall, there is a staircase that goes up.

He went up and found a small hall there, which had been divided into two equally large sections by a cordon, which was apparently another boundary between the two spheres of influence.

To his surprise, to his right, he saw a real sculpture - the one he had seen in the pictures of the city in a geography book, but in the subway station this one was not a complete person, just a statue of a human head.

What a big head!

It is almost two meters high......

Despite the fact that its surface is stained by something, its nose is shiny due to the fact that it is often touched, giving it a sense of awe and even intimidation.

Su Mengfan's mind conjured up a story about giants: a giant who had lost a battle, his head inlaid in a bronze pedestal, and the marble hall that adorned this little sinful world, buried deep in the depths of the earth, hiding from God's attention...... The severed head has a sad expression.

Su Mengfan initially suspected that it was Ye Haya in the New Testament that he had read a few pages, but judging from his height, he felt that it should be related to a powerful hero, who was once a real giant, but was defeated in the end and lost his head.

He was a little disappointed that no one among the residents who were busy in the neighborhood could tell him whose severed head it was.

As he approached the statue, he stumbled upon such a wonderful place - a real restaurant, in a spacious, clean and pleasant atmosphere in a dark green tent, just like at his own station.

In the corners of the room there were fake flowers made of cloth in plastic bottles, a pair of tables with oil lamps on them, and the tent was filled with soft and comfortable light.

And the food ...... That's God's food—the softest pork and hot mushrooms—that melts in your mouth.

It's hundreds of times better than those inferior roasted rat meats, and there's nothing better in the world.

The people who sat there were determined-looking, respectable people, dressed in good quality and tasteful clothes.

Apparently, they are big businessmen, and they carefully cut the fried pork crispy skin that oozes hot fat, and unhurriedly put a small slice in their mouths.

At this time, they talked calmly, discussed their business, and occasionally glanced at Su Mengfan politely.

Of course, it's expensive here - Su Mengfan spent a full fifteen coins here, and when he put them in the hands of the fat store manager, he regretted a little that he had lost to the temptation of food, but his stomach was very happy, calm and warm, so the voice of reason was silent at this moment.

A glass of fermented freshly blended wine was sweet, and the pleasure filled his mind, but it wasn't intense, it wasn't a poisonous, cloudy home-brew beer in filthy bottles and cans that would make your legs go limp at the smell of it.

It is a freshly brewed wine that only costs three coins for a bottle, and can help you endure all the suffering in this world and give you happiness.

In that case, what are three coins?

Sips, sipping of the fermented freshly blended wine, this was the first time in a few days that Su Mengfan sat there alone in silence and calm, Su Mengfan tried to resurrect the recent events in his memory, remembering where he had gone, thinking about where he hadn't gone yet.

He had some places to conquer in his travel plans, and he was once again at a crossroads.

Su Mengfan felt as if he was the hero of his childhood fairy tale, and the memory of the hero was now so distant that he couldn't remember who told him......

Is it the commander or the old man, or his own mother?

On top of that, Su Mengfan prefers to think that his mother told it to him, and her face will blur for a moment, as if he can hear her voice reading the story to him in a smooth tone again: a long, long time ago......

I don't know if it's Alcohen's mother or his own mother, and the picture is even more blurry.

So, like the main character in a fairy tale, he stood there.

He tasted the intoxicating liqueur, and his body was invaded by a blissful weariness.

Now he doesn't want to think at all, all that is swirling in his mind is - "Go straight - you will die; Go left - you lose your horse ......"

Burnout may be with him forever: after his recent experience, he really needs a break.

It was worth taking a break at {Ciudad Gomez Station} – rented a room for the night.

He looked around and wanted to ask the locals about the tunnel.

If it was according to Su Mengfan's original plan, he would not have been able to go where he is today.

At this moment, Su Mengfan stared exhaustively at the small tongue of fire dancing in the oil lamp on the table and fell into deep thought.

After a while, Su Mengfan found that his mind had stopped thinking and had no way forward.

Everything is so charming, everything is so beautiful.

I want to get drunk and die in the beauty of that moment.

After a while, he fell asleep.

After all, he has experienced too much along the way, so much that Su Mengfan feels that the things he has experienced in his previous life are not as many as those encountered during this time.

…………

I don't know how long it tossed, Su Mengfan was tossed awake by the bursts of hunger in his stomach.

I don't have many coins left, only 20 left.

Just enough to buy melt-in-the-mouth pork and hot mushrooms, and a bottle of freshly fermented wine blend. Thinking of yesterday's wine, Su Mengfan subconsciously licked his lips.

But today's coins simply can't buy a couple of full magazines.

Moreover, his injuries are not yet complete, and if he dares to go directly to the Metropolitan Station, he may suddenly die halfway through.

"That fenced hall yesterday may be where you can earn money to set off." Thinking of this, Su Mengfan packed his backpack.

Bought a cheap roast pork for 5 coins at a stall near the room.

While eating, I walked to the door of the hall, and saw that the doormen were still the same as yesterday in front of the door.

I paid the money and walked in.

As far as the eye can see, a group of thugs wearing only "TT" vests with "TT" on their backs are hitting sandbags in the corner. The bulging muscles in the arms look so strong and powerful.

made Su Mengfan think of the scene at the entrance of the subway station before, when Nathaniel was repelled by the bull's punch.

In the other direction were several small rooms, which were specially used for shooting training by the bandits at the door.

It is also Su Mengfan's destination this time.

As for the middle room, there are a lot of people dressed differently, going in and out all the time. When Su Mengfan wanted to watch it up close, he was stopped at the door by a thug.

Su Mengfan instantly lost interest in this, raised his legs and walked towards the small room.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to enter the small room, he was stopped. Xiang Su Mengfan said that someone inside was using it, so let him wait for a while.

While Su Mengfan was waiting, he used this time to talk about the rules.

The rules are simple, there are only two. The first is that you can't quit halfway. As for the last one, bullets are provided in the field, but they need to be exchanged for coins, and you can choose to use your own gun.

Finally, it is explained that the rewards are very rich. Based on the number of points, hitting a target will get 1 point. Every 2 cents can be exchanged for a coin.

also asked Su Mengfan to hand over 5 coins as an entrance fee.

Therefore, Su Mengfan needs to score at least 18 points. In order to meet the entrance fee this time, follow up the toll fee out of the hall. And that's not counting the consumption of the bullets themselves.

After understanding the rules, Su Mengfan waited at the door and looked around by the way. This kind of shooting has never been seen at Hayabusa Station or at the All-Russian Exhibition Center.

After a while, the door opened.

The person Su Mengfan found out turned out to be the bald head he met yesterday, and he responded to his own self-talk at that time, and even invited himself to eat the unpalatable rat meat.