Then, the same terrifying sound rushed into Su Mengfan's ears, but this time, it didn't expand and amplify slowly like last time.

No, it suddenly erupted at maximum volume, deafening him, and the sound seemed to be coming from his feet.

The strange sound this time was much stronger than the last time he had encountered it, and Su Mengfan also fell to the ground, unable to concentrate his will to resist it. but

He covered his ears as he had done before, and shouted as hard as he could, and he struggled to get up from the ground.

Then he picked up the flashlight that Bourbon had dropped on the ground and began to frantically sweep the walls, trying to find the source of the noise - it was the cracked pipe.

But the pipes are here unharmed, and the sound seems to be coming from somewhere above.

Bourbon was lying there, still motionless face down, and Su Mengfan turned him over and saw that his eyes were still open.

Su Mengfan tried hard to think about how to deal with it. He put his hand on Bourbon's wrist to see if he still had a pulse.

Even if the pulse is weak or messy, he wants to feel it...... But it didn't work, the pulse was gone.

So, he grabbed Bourbon with his hand and dragged his body, which was heavier than before, forward, trying to get out of this ghost place directly.

He forgot to remove the rucksack from his companion's carry, which made it even more difficult.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly stumbled upon something soft, and his nose was irritated by a disgusting, smelling smell.

He immediately remembered the words, "We might run into them," and he redoubled his efforts, trying not to look at his feet, trying to drag the body out and onto the railroad tracks.

He tugged at the Bourbon all the way.

Bourbon's head hung down lifelessly, and his hands began to grow cold, sliding out of Su Mengfan's sweaty hands, but Su Mengfan didn't want to admit that Bourbon was dead.

He must take Bourbon out of here, he promised him, they have an agreement first!

Gradually, the noise began to weaken, and suddenly it was gone.

It became dead silent again, and Su Mengfan breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and after relaxing, he sat on the railroad tracks and gasped.

Bourbon lay motionless beside him, and Su Mengfan looked at his pale face in despair.

After about five minutes, he dragged his legs and struggled to his feet, tugging on Bourbon's wrist and stumbling forward.

His mind went blank, and all that was left was the thought of dragging the person in his hand to the next subway station.

Then, with a limp, he rolled to the ground like a log, but after lying there for a few minutes, he grabbed Bourbon by the collar and crawled forward.

"I'll be there, I'll be there, I'll be there, I'll be there, I'll be there, I'll be there, I'll be ......"

Although he hardly believed it, he kept repeating it to motivate himself.

Exhausted, he pulled the machine gun off his shoulder, shifted the safety lock to the single-shot gear, pointed the barrel to the south, fired a shot and shouted: "Is there anyone!" ”

But instead of a human voice, he heard the rustle of a mouse's paws.

I don't know how long it took for his eyes to feel a light in them.

An unfamiliar old man with a flashlight in one hand and a strange gun in the other, stood by and looked down at him.

"My young friend." He said loudly in a cheerful voice,

"You can forget about your friends. He was already a dead man, like Ravisi II.

Do you want to stay here and reunite with him in heaven as soon as possible, or can he wait for you and go with you on his way? ”

"Help me take him to the subway station......" Su Mengfan asked weakly, closing his eyes and not looking at the light.

"Unfortunately, I reject such an idea." The old man said cruelly.

"I am categorically opposed to turning {Sukharev Station} into a grave, which is now not very comfortable.

If we take this inanimate shell there, it is unlikely that the people in the subway station will leave him with any dignity.

If the soul is immortal, then he has now returned to his Creator or has been reincarnated.

It depends on your religious beliefs, and while all religions are more or less misunderstood, what exactly does it make if the corpse is here or decomposing in the subway station? ”

"I promised him......" Su Mengfan sighed, "We have a word first......

"My friend!" The strange man said with a frown.

"I'm starting to run out of patience. My duty is not to help a dead person when there are still many living people in need of help. I'm going back to {Sukharev station}.

I've been in this tunnel for too long, I'm going to get rheumatism.

If you want to see your companion as soon as possible, I suggest you stay here.

Rats and other cute critters will help you out. ”

"But I can't leave him here." Su Mengfan calmly tried to persuade his rescuer, "This is a life. How can you leave him to a rat? ”

"This, on the surface, is indeed a living person." The old man examined the corpse suspiciously and said, "But now, it's clearly a dead man, it's different.

Well, if you want, we'll come back here later, and you can cremate him or do a funeral ceremony. Now, stand up! He commanded.

Su Mengfan stood up reluctantly.

Ignoring his protests, the stranger resolutely took off the rucksack on Bourbon's back and threw it on his shoulder, and he helped Su Mengfan to walk forward quickly.

Su Mengfan had difficulty walking at first, but every step the old man took seemed to be injecting boiling energy into Su Mengfan's body.

The pain in his legs lessened, and his brain slowly came to its senses.

He looked at his rescuer without distraction.

From the face, the man was over fifty years old, but he looked full of energy and vitality.

His arm was holding Su Mengfan, firm and powerful, and he didn't even tremble from fatigue along the way.

His short hair was gray, and his sculpted, sparse beard surprised Su Mengfan - the old man was too neat and tidy for the subway, especially for the place that seemed to be the most unlucky he had ever seen.

"What's wrong with you, my friend?" The strange old man asked Su Mengfan.

"It doesn't look like an attack, it's more like he's poisoned...... I wish it wasn't what I thought it was. He added that he didn't want to delve into whether the truth was really what he feared.

"No...... He didn't kill it. Su Mengfan said, unable to explain the environment Bourbon was in when he died, and he didn't want to start thinking about it. It's a long story. I'll tell you later. ”

The tunnel widened suddenly, and they looked like they had reached the subway station.

There was something here that gave Su Mengfan a strange feeling, it was something unusual, and it took him a few seconds before he understood what it was.

"What- it's dark here, too?" He asked the old man in frustration.

"There is no force here." The old man replied.

"So, nobody is providing light for people. Whoever wants light has to get it himself. Some people can get it, some people can't. But don't worry.

Luckily, I'm familiar with the top officials here. He quickly climbed onto the platform and stretched out a hand to Su Mengfan.

They turned into the first arch and entered the hall.

There is only a long corridor with arched colonnades on both sides, ordinary iron walls, and installed escalators.

Lighting is almost exclusively a faint flame, so most are immersed in darkness.

{Sukharev Station} presents a depressing, sad scene.

People crowded in the middle of the hall, as far away from the tunnel as possible.

The stranger led Su Mengfan to a bonfire, which was noticeably brighter than the rest of the place, and it was in the very center of the platform.

"Someday, this subway station will be destroyed." Su Mengfan looked at the hall disheartenedly and said while thinking.

"There are 420 days left." His companion said calmly, "So, if I were you, I'd leave before then." ”

"How do you know?" Su Mengfan's body stiffened and he asked, remembering some fragments of what he had heard from magicians and psychic mediums.

So, he took a closer look at his companion's face - to look for the markers of mystical cognitive abilities.

"Mother's strong heart is becoming fragile." He replied with a smile. "Okay, that's all, you have to get some sleep, we'll introduce ourselves when we wake up, and then we'll talk."

After hearing these words, Su Mengfan was suddenly overwhelmed by a huge sense of exhaustion.

In the tunnels before reaching {Turgenev Station}, his nightmares, the recent tests of his will, had exhausted him.

Su Mengfan could no longer support it, he lay on a thick canvas spread next to the fire, pillowed his rucksack behind his head, and began a long, dreamless deep sleep.

…………

The ceiling was blackened, with no traces of whitewashed white. Su Mengfan stared blankly at the ceiling, he didn't know where he was.

"Are you awake?" A familiar voice dispelled his thoughts, and the picture of yesterday appeared in his mind.

To him, everything was so unreal, so vague, like a thick fog. A sleep cut off his memories of reality.

"Good evening," Su Mengfan said to the man who found him.

He was sitting by the fire, and Su Mengfan could see him through the flames.

What an incredible thing, it was strange that he could see this man's face.

"Now we can introduce ourselves to each other, and like the people who live around you, I have a common name.

It's very long, and it doesn't say anything about me.

I am the most recent reincarnation of Genghis Khan, you can call me Khan. The name is shorter. ”