"You're going to have a long time when you don't know how to use it. If you give it to me, we don't owe each other.

I have a normal subway map, if you want, I can copy all the signs on the navigation and you can use it. And ......" he fumbled in his bag.

"I can give you this." He pulled out a strangely shaped flashlight.

"It doesn't need batteries. All you have to do is press these two knobs with your finger and they will glow. Of course, it's not too bright.

But in some cases, its beam will be brighter than the mercury lamp at the Metropolitan Station...... It has saved me many times, and I hope it proves itself useful.

Take it, it's yours. Take it, take it, it's not a fair deal anyway – it's me who owes you, not you who owe me. ”

In Su Mengfan's view, this exchange is very beneficial to himself. Since he didn't know anything about these mysterious powers, what did he want a magical map for? Eventually, he's sure to lose it.

"Now, I tell you, that route you have planned will only lead you to the abyss of death."

Khan picked up the interrupted topic again, carefully holding the map. "Here you go, take my old map and act on it." He handed over a small map printed on the back of a pocket-sized calendar.

"I was told I couldn't go there alone, that it was safer to be in a group. I'm going to go to {Peace Avenue Station} in a group first, and then leave them for a transfer - they won't follow me......" Su Mengfan replied, and what he felt as his vague thoughts began to mess with his brain.

"There is no way to change the line, the arch has been sealed. Don't you know? ”

How could he forget! Of course, he had heard about it, but he threw it out of the clouds...... Hansa was afraid of the devil there, so he blocked the road to {Kursk station}.

However, I immediately remembered that when I went back to {Hayabusa Station} with Cage and others, I was blindfolded at that time.

There is a secret passage at the {Peace Avenue Station}.

In that case, you can get to {Kursk station} very quickly.

Su Mengfan moved his lips, he was counting the number of stations and tunnels to pass by.

Obviously, the route suggested by Khan was shorter and less dangerous, why didn't Su Mengfan think of it himself.

It seems that there is no other option.

There's a small problem: to enter the northern tunnel leading to {Peace Avenue Station}, you have to go from the north side of our small station. Khan pointed to the tunnel where Su Mengfan almost died.

"Ask those people, but don't talk too much. There are a couple of criminals in there, and they are not to be trusted......" After a moment of thought, he added, "Well, I'll go with you, lest you do something stupid." ”

Su Mengfan was about to put on his backpack, but Khan stopped him with a gesture: "Don't worry about your things." People were so scared of me that no one even dared to peek into my residence. You have come here, and you are under my protection. ”

Su Mengfan put his backpack next to the fire, but he brought his machine gun, and he didn't want to be separated from his newly acquired property.

He caught up with the Khan, who was walking towards the fire in the opposite hall.

He noticed that the malnourished, wanderers wrapped in stinking rags were really afraid of the Khan, and as they passed, they scattered in all directions.

Su Mengfan wanted to know why......

After the first fire, the khan did not stop. It was a tiny fire.

Next to it, there were two people sitting, a man and a woman leaning on each other, and they were quietly talking in a language that Su Mengfan couldn't understand.

Then, the sound of their conversation disappeared, and Su Mengfan could no longer hear them. Curious, he turned his head and couldn't help but glance at the two people.

Now he walked to a large bright fire, surrounded by a crowd of peasants warming their hands.

Their deafening laughter and noisy arguments almost tore through the air, and Su Mengfan felt a little frightened, and he slowed down.

But the khan calmly and confidently walked towards the people who were seated, greeted them, and sat down by the fire.

Su Mengfan had no choice but to follow his example and sit next to him.

“…… He was examining himself and found the same rash on his hands, something was swollen under his armpits, and it was very uncomfortable. Imagine how horrible, damn ...... Different people have different reactions.

Some shot themselves, and some went crazy trying to hug someone else, as if then he wouldn't die alone.

Some people ran out of the Subway Loop 5 and into a closed area in the tunnel so as not to infect others...... There are many tricks.

One man saw this and asked his doctor: Is there anything I can do to stop being so uncomfortable? The doctor told him firmly: 'No. After this rash appeared, there were only two weeks left to live. ’

I saw that the battalion commander at this time quietly pulled out the Makarov gun from the holster so that the man would not go crazy......"

It was a thinner old man who was wearing a padded jacket and a mustache on his chin. His gray, tearful eyes looked at the people around him, and he spoke to them anxiously in a trembling voice.

Although Su Mengfan didn't understand what he was talking about, the situation he told and the sudden silence of the otherwise noisy crowd made him tremble. He quietly asked the Khan what was going on to distract him.

"What did he say?"

"The plague." Khan replied heavily, "It's already begun." ”

The words reminded him of the stench of rotting corpses, the burnt smell of crematoriums, the echoes of death knells and the wailing of the whistle of a manual locomotive.

Su Mengfan had just read about this deadly infectious disease in a book.

He had witnessed this illness as a child, and those images were etched in his memory, and even the fearful dreams associated with it from his childhood are still repeated today.

Therefore, when he heard the word "plague", he felt a chill in his back and even a little dizzy.

He didn't ask Khan any more, but paid special attention to the story told by the thin man in the padded jacket.

"But Ritz wasn't that kind of person, he was very conscious. He stood there quietly and said, 'Give me some bullets, I'm leaving.' I can't stay here with you anymore. I heard the battalion commander breathe a sigh of relief.

Obviously, if that person is sick, even if he is one of his own, killing him is a must. They gave him two horn bullets.

Then, he walked northeast and walked out of Awei Amoto. We never saw him again.

But the battalion commander asked the doctor how long it would take for the disease to flare up. The doctor said that the incubation period is one week, and if there is no response after a week of exposure to it, then you are not infected.

Therefore, the battalion commander decided: we left the station and stayed in quarantine for a week to see how it turned out.

We can't be inside the Subway Loop 5 – if we infect people inside the Loop 5, the people of the entire subway system are finished.

So we left for a week.

We even stayed away from each other – because we didn't know who was already infected.

There was another man, because he loved to drink, and we all called him Cup. Because he had lived with Ritz, everyone was far away from him.

Whenever he approached a person, that person would run to the other end of the station. Some even pointed a gun at him and told him to leave. When he ran out of water in his cup, the men would give him a little - they would put the water on the floor and walk away, and no one would come near him.

A week later, he disappeared. People have different accounts, and some even say that he was taken by wild beasts. But the tunnel was quiet and clean.

I think it could be that he found out that he had a rash and was also experiencing pain in his armpits.

So, he's gone. After that no one in our ranks was infected, we waited a little longer, and the battalion commander personally checked everyone and made sure that everyone was healthy. ”

Su Mengfan noticed that despite his assurances that everyone who remained in the army was healthy, there was still no one around the storyteller all of a sudden.

There wasn't much space around the fire, and everyone was huddled side by side, as far away from him as possible.

"Brother, have you been here for a long time?" A man in a leather waistcoat with a thick beard asked him in a whisper but articulate voice.

The thin man who told the story looked at him cautiously and replied, "Because we came from Awei Amoto, it took about thirty days. ”

"Well, let me tell you the news that there is a plague at {Awei Amoto Station}. There's a plague there—do you hear that?

Lufthansa blocked it, as well as {Taganskaya station} and {Kursk station}. They call it the quarantine period. I have acquaintances there, Lufthansa citizens.

There are flames on the way to {Taganskaya station} and {Kursk station}. Ejectors, always ready to scorch anyone who comes into range, they also say that's sanitization.

Obviously, some people have an incubation period of one week, others have a longer incubation period. So, you're obviously going to bring contagion over. He summed it up in a low, hostile voice.

"What? Please, brother, I'm healthy! See for yourself! The skinny man got up from his position and took off his padded jacket in a panic, revealing his dirty body. He was anxious and afraid that people would not believe him.

The atmosphere is even more tense.

None of them dared to stay near the thin man, and they all huddled to the other side of the fire. The people were chattering uneasily.

Su Mengfan heard a soft clanging sound somewhere, he looked at Khan suspiciously, took his gun off his shoulder, opened the safe, and was ready to fire at any time.

Although the khan remained silent, he stopped him with gestures.

Then, he quickly stood up and pulled Su Mengfan away from the fire quietly. After walking about ten steps, he stopped and looked back at what was happening.

In the light of the fire, you can see the sharp and nervous movements of the thin man who was suspected, as if he was dancing a primitive and savage dance. The crowd quieted down, but he was still busy in the ominous silence.

Finally, he took off his underwear, and he cried out in triumph: "Look! Look! I'm clean! Nothing! I'm healthy! ”

The bearded man in a leather waistcoat pulled a board from the fire, and the fire at one end of the board was burning. He cautiously approached the thin man, staring at him in disgust.

Because of the filth and the oil secretion, the skin of this overly eloquent creature appeared dark and shiny.

The bearded man did not see the rash, and after a closer inspection of the complete back, he ordered the thin man: "Raise your arm!" ”

The unfortunate man quickly raised his arm, and everyone on the other side of the fire could see the strong, healthy hair under his armpits.

When the bearded man approached him, he covered his nose and looked unusually carefully for traces of inflammatory lymphadenoswell. But he found no signs of the plague.

"I'm healthy! Healthy! Do you believe it now? The skinny man shouted almost hysterically.

There were unfriendly whispers from the crowd. Considering the overall mood, and being in a position of reluctance to accept such a guy, the stocky man said, "Okay. Even if you're healthy, it's useless! ”

"Why is it useless?" The thin man took a few steps back, and suddenly showed a decadent look of disappointment.

"Yes, maybe you don't get sick, maybe you have immunity. But you can still carry the virus, you touched that Ritz, right? Are you in the same unit? Did you talk to him? Give him water? Shook hands with him, didn't you? You must have shook his hand. Brother, don't lie. ”

"So what, what if I shake his hand? I'm not sick......" the man replied blankly.

The gaze of the crowd haunted him and made him feel powerless.