"Genghis Khan?" Su Mengfan looked at this man suspiciously, he didn't believe in any reincarnation.

"My friend!" As if offended, Khan retorted.

"You don't have to stare at me with suspicion. I have reincarnated many other people in more acceptable forms, but Genghis Khan is the most remarkable of them all.

As unfortunate as it was, I can't remember anything about that time. ”

"Well, why use Khan, and not Genghis?" Su Mengfan asked.

"After all, Khan is not a surname, if I remember correctly, it is just a title of position."

"The name doesn't provide any necessary reference information, and it doesn't have to explain who Genghis Aitmatov is." The guy said reluctantly and puzzlingly.

"Furthermore, I don't think I'm obligated to explain the origin of my name. What's your name? ”

Su Mengfan replied: "My name is Alcohen, I don't know who I was in my previous life, maybe I was also famous at that time. ”

Khan said, "It's a pleasure to meet you. As for your name, if I'm not mistaken.

In ancient Greece, he was an alchemist with an upright and frugal character. Apparently pleased with his answer.

He continued: "I hope you will dine with me." He rested a worn metal kettle on the fire.

Su Mengfan stood up, reached into his rucksack, and took out a sausage.

On the way from {Gomes Station}, he cut it into several pieces with a folding knife and placed it on a rag that he had taken out of his rucksack.

"Eat." He handed it to his new friend, "Just eat it with tea." ”

Su Mengfan recognized that Khan's tea was mushroom tea from {All Russia Exhibition Center Station}, took a sip of tea in the enamel cup, and began to silently recall the events of the day before yesterday.

The owner here was obviously thinking about something, and he didn't bother Su Mengfan.

The crazy force that came out of the cracked pipe and shocked the world, as if it had a different effect on everyone in the world.

For Su Mengfan, it's just a noise that makes people unable to concentrate and disturb your thoughts, but Bourbon couldn't withstand such a violent impact and died.

Su Mengfan didn't expect that noise could kill, otherwise he wouldn't have agreed to enter the black tunnel between {Turgenev Station} and {Sukharev Station}.

This time the noise came quietly, and it blunted the human senses in the first place.

Su Mengfan was not sure if the normal sound had been eliminated, and the noise itself could not be heard exactly, but it blocked people's thoughts.

Then, the fragile nerves of the two men were crushed. Eventually, the noise delivered a fatal blow.

Although he had read many prophecies of the apocalypse, why did Bourbon then suddenly begin to speak in words he did not understand?

The noise seemed to affect Bourbon more profoundly, and he seemed to be particularly intoxicated by magic.

Su Mengfan has been trying his best to find something to say, to break the silence between the two people, he knows that they can't be silent, they must keep talking.

But he couldn't figure out what was going on. It's a headache......

He wanted to throw away everything that was beyond his ability to know, to forget it all.

You can't always think about that.

During this time, he had always heard these stories, and he had always thought that what he had heard could not happen in this world.

Su Mengfan shook his head and looked around.

An equally suffocating dim shimmer filled the space.

Su Mengfan thought, maybe there was no light here?

When the fuel runs out, it's forever dark.

Since there was no one to manage it, the clock at the entrance to the tunnel had long since ceased to function.

Su Mengfan suddenly remembered that the Khan had just said "good night" to him, but according to his calculations, it should be morning or noon.

He asked, incredulously, "Is it really night?" ”

Khan replied sadly: "For me, it's night. ”

"What do you mean?" Su Mengfan didn't understand.

"Su Mengfan, look, it's obvious that you're coming from a place where clocks are functioning normally and people are looking at their watches, compare the time on your watch with the red number at the entrance to the tunnel. For you, like the light, everyone's time is the same.

However, here it is the opposite: people are different from each other.

No one has to guarantee that all the people who live here have access to light.

Anyone who comes here and suggests a little light to them, they're going to think it's ridiculous.

Those who need the light must bring it here themselves.

For time, too: whoever needs to know the time, who is afraid of the chaos of time, he must bring his own time.

Here, everyone has his own time, and everyone's time is different according to their intentions.

But these are all correct.

Each person is sure of his own time and arranges their lives according to its rhythm.

For me, it's night.

For you, is it early in the morning – or what?

Like you, people are concentrating on accumulating time for thinking, for example, like the ancients throwing cinders back into the fire and hoping that it would rekindle like red coal.

But some people discarded their cinders, or cinders discarded them.

You know, it's night in the subway anyway, and it's pointless to try to find time.

Turn your time upside down and you'll see how time changes – it's funny.

It's changing—and you don't feel it.

It is artificially stopped, divided into hours, minutes, and seconds, and time, like mercury, disperses it, and it converges again to rediscover its unity and indeterminacy.

People tamed it, tied it to pocket watches or watches. For those who use chains to keep track of time, time is spent equally.

But if you give it as much freedom as possible, you will feel that different people spend different times.

For some, it is slow or even stagnant and can be counted in terms of the inhalation and exhalation of a cigarette;

For others, it flies by, and they can only count it in terms of past and present lives.

Do you think it's morning?

Chances are: there's a 25% chance that you're right.

Although your morning has no meaning to time itself, it exists only on the ground, and there is no longer life there.

In any case, there is no one there.

Is what happened above valuable to someone who hasn't been there?

No.

So, when I say "good evening" to you, you can answer "good morning" if you want.

There is no time at this stop, but I have a strange way of calculating: I am counting down, and it is the 419th day. ”

He was silent, sipping his hot tea.

Su Mengfan remembered the clock at the All-Russian Exhibition Center station, which was regarded as a sacred thing.

He thought it was funny.

The authorities would be surprised to learn that time did not exist or had been lost!

Khan's words made Su Mengfan gain new thinking on his road to growth, and he was surprised and interesting.

"They said that in the old days, when the train was running, they would broadcast inside the carriage 'Close the door please be careful.

The next stop is so-and-so, and the next platform will appear on your left or right."

Su Mengfan asked, "Is that true?" ”

"Do you think it's weird?" Khan raised his eyebrows.

"How do they know which side of the platform is on? If I'm driving from south to north, the platform is on the right.

If I'm driving from north to south, it's on the left. If I'm not mistaken, the seats in the car are facing away from the wall.

Then, for passengers, the platform should be in front or behind.

Half of them are on the same side and the other half is exactly on the other side, and they have the opposite perspective. ”

"You are right", the khan replied respectfully.

"Basically, the driver just said it to himself. They are in the front of the cab, and for them the right side is the absolute right and the left side is the absolute left side.

They have to speak from their own perspective. So, in principle, it means that they didn't say anything.

But I've heard this a lot since I was a kid, and I've gotten used to it, so I don't think about whether it's right or wrong. ”

After a while, the Khan said, "You promised to tell me what happened to your friend." ”

Su Mengfan paused for a moment, considering whether or not to tell the man about the mystery of Bourbon's death, the two noises he had heard in the past few hundred hours, and the thoughts of the torture and confusion he had suffered when he heard the melody of the tunnel......

He felt that if there was anyone worthy of telling him all this, it was this man who considered himself the reincarnation of Genghis Khan and believed that time did not exist.

Therefore, he ignored the sequence of events and began to recount his fate in a vague and anxious manner.

He emphasized more on his feelings than on the events themselves.

After Su Mengfan finished speaking, Khan said softly: "That noise is the voice of the deceased. ”