At this time, Su Mengfan couldn't stand it anymore, and he pressed the trigger of the gun and walked towards the crowd.

It was as if something was gagging in his chest, his throat was grabbed, and he couldn't make a sound.

It was the thin man's empty and desperate eyes, something unconscious, and his mechanized incoherent words that hooked Su Mengfan and dragged him forward.

He didn't know what he was going to do next, but now he had an extra hand on his shoulder, oh my God, what a powerful hand!

The khan gently ordered him: "Stop. Su Mengfan froze, as stiff as a corpse, and he felt that his impulsive decision was controlled by someone's will.

"You can't help him. You will also be killed or angered. Your mission is not complete. You have to remember your mission. ”

At this moment, the thin man suddenly shuddered, shouted loudly, clutched his padded jacket and fled into the road, rushing into the darkness of the southern tunnel at an extraordinary speed, and he screamed like a wild beast.

The bearded man also chased after him, trying to hit him in the back.

But the latter suddenly stopped and waved his hand.

They have gone too far, and everyone on the platform understands it.

Did the thin man know where he was running in, maybe he hoped for a miracle, or maybe fear left his mind blank.

A few minutes later, the terrible silence of the tunnel was pierced by a bitter wail, and the echo of his footsteps suddenly stopped, as if it had been turned off artificially.

The echo was gone, and there was silence again.

Strangely enough, what is not normal for human hearing and reasoning is the imagination that comes with it, as if they heard a cry from a distant place, but everyone knew it was an illusion.

"My friend, when the jackals knew that one of their ranks was sick," said the Khan—and Su Mengfan almost fell backwards when he noticed the indifferent glint in the Khan's eyes.

"And the one that gets sick is a burden to the whole group of jackals, and it is a threat to the health of the other jackals, so the group will kill the sick one. They will tear it to shreds, tear it to shreds. He repeated, as if he were recalling what he had said.

"But they're not jackals." Su Mengfan finally summoned up the courage to oppose the Khan, and he suddenly believed that this man was the reincarnation of Genghis Khan. "They're people!"

"What do you want them to do?" Khan shot back, "Deterioration, we don't have medicine." Moreover, there are so many people in the subway. So ......"

Su Mengfan knew how to refute him, but it was not appropriate to argue with the only person who protected him in this barbaric station. Khan, who was about to hear the rebuttal, felt that Su Mengfan had given up, so he changed the subject.

"So, now, when our friends talk about infectious diseases and solutions, what do we have to do? Otherwise, they will be stagnant these weeks. Although here, the weeks fly by. ”

The people around the fire were excitedly discussing what had just happened, nervous and sad.

A terrible shadow hangs over them, and they now decide what to do next.

But their minds are constantly circling like rats in a maze.

They are helpless, as if they have walked into a dead end, unconsciously rushing back and forth, but unable to find an exit.

"My friends almost panicked." Khan said smugly, and looked at Su Mengfan with a smile.

Next, they suspect that they have just executed an innocent person, and such an act does not inspire rational thinking.

Now, we don't have to deal with a collective, but a bunch of straw bales. If we want to manipulate their minds, then there will be no more appropriate time than now! ”

Seeing Khan's face full of victory and joy, Su Mengfan felt very uncomfortable. He tried to respond to the Khan with a smile on his face—after all, the Khan wanted to help him—but his smile smacked of a pitiful worm, and it was not convincing.

"The most important thing now is authority and power. This group respects power rather than logical arguments. And the khan said.

He nodded: "Let's watch." Within a day, you'll be on your way. He said as he strode into the middle of the crowd.

"We can't stay here!" His voice rang out, and the chatter in the crowd stopped.

People listened carefully to him...... Khan's language is powerful, even hypnotic. After he said the first sentence, everyone had a sense of crisis. Su Mengfan guessed that no one would choose to stay at this station this time.

"He's infected the air here! If we breathe the air here for a long time, it's over.

It's full of germs, and if we stay here any longer, we're sure to get infected, die like those rats, and rot on the floor of this hall.

No one will come and help us!

We are on our own, and we must get out of this demonic valley-like station full of microbes as soon as possible.

If we leave together now, then it will not be difficult for us to get through the tunnel. But we have to hurry! ”

There was a cacophony of approval from the crowd, but most of them, like Su Mengfan, didn't like Khan's powerful preaching.

In Khan's subsequent words, Su Mengfan feared that Khan's continued talk of advice on how to escape would make these people feel more and more threatened, fearful, panicked, and hopeless.

"How many of you are there?"

Immediately, a few people began to count the number of people gathered - not counting Su Mengfan and Khan, there were eight people.

Khan said, "That means we don't have to wait any longer!" We're ten of us, and we're ready to go! But people don't quite understand what he meant.

He continued, "Pack your things, we'll be out in an hour!" Hurry up, we'll be back at the fire in a moment. ”

"You have to pack up your things too," Khan whispered to Su Mengfan, pulling him into the small tent, "The most important thing is that they still don't understand what's going on.

If we delay, they'll ask if it's worth leaving here for Chesti Prude.

Some of them went in the opposite direction, and some of them had nowhere to go but stayed here.

I'll have to take you to {Peace Avenue Station}, or I'm afraid you'll get lost or forget where you're going or why you're going. ”

As Khan rolled up the canvas and extinguished the fire, Su Mengfan quickly loaded various Bourbon items into his backpack.

The people who had just been in a hurry to pack up their things were now walking back and forth indefinitely.

One crouched by the fire, another lingered towards the center of the platform, and two others were talking about something. As if to understand what was going on, Su Mengfan pulled Khan's sleeve.

"They're talking about it." Su Mengfan told him.

"Heck, it's human nature to discuss things." The khan replied, "Even if their will is oppressed or bewitched, they cannot help but discuss it with each other.

People are social, and you can't change anything. In any other case, I agree that human action is sacred or an evolutionary necessity, depending on who I am talking to.

But in this case, the truth is that they have a bad idea. My young friends, we need to interfere with them and direct their thoughts in the most useful direction. He summed it up as he picked up his huge travel bag.

The fire was extinguished, and a thick, invisible darkness surrounded them from all sides.

Su Mengfan took out a flashlight from his pocket and pressed the button. There was a buzzing sound inside the flashlight, and the flashlight's light came on. The light is unstable and flashes and flashes.

"Go on, go on, press again, don't be afraid." Khan encouraged him, "It could be better." ”

As they walked over to the others, they no longer agreed with the Khan's assertions, as the man in the lifeless tunnel had taken the time to think about it.

The muscular, bearded man stepped forward. "Listen, brother." He said nonchalantly to Su Mengfan's companion.

Although he didn't look at him, Su Mengfan could feel the Khan's amazing power, as if such a presumptuous move had angered the Khan. Su Mengfan knew that the last thing he wanted to see Khan do was get angry.

Khan holds the concept of the jungle, and in Su Mengfan's opinion, he is very cold-blooded and dare not imagine how angry he looks.

Maybe with the usual expression of someone else washing mushrooms or making tea, he can kill someone.

"We've discussed it, and we think your suggestion is as pointless as trying to stop an avalanche," said the Humpty Dumpty man. In my own case, it is not at all convenient to get to {Peace Avenue Station}. Others are against it. Sherman, are you right? He turned to the crowd for support.

Some in the crowd nodded in agreement, but looked timid. "At the beginning of the work in the tunnel, most of us will go to the red line via {Gomes City Station}.

We've burned everything that thin man had, leaving nothing behind.

Don't worry about the air here, it's not a lung plague.

If we will be infected, then we are now infected, and nothing will be done. Brother, if you stay here and you don't get infected, do you still advocate for everyone to leave? The bearded man was even more unkind.

Su Mengfan was repelled by such an unsparing refusal, he stole a glance at his companion, and immediately felt that this Humpty Dumpty who was not paying attention was going to be in trouble now.

Orange flames seemed to burst out of Khan's eyes, and his ferocity and strength could be felt.

This made Su Mengfan shudder, the hair on his head stood up, and he almost wanted to open his mouth and shout loudly.

"If there was no contagion, why did you kill him?" Khan asked Humpty Dumpty in a deliberate whisper.

"Just for prevention!" The pumpty man said rudely.

"No, friend, killing is not a drug, it's a crime. Who gave you the authority to do so? ”

"Don't call me friend, I'm not your dog, okay?" The bearded man roared.

"What authority do I have? The power of the strong! Have you heard of it? Surely you don't......

We can do the same to you and your outcasts! As a precaution! Do you understand? ”

After that, Su Mengfan's familiar movements, the man opened his waistcoat and put his hand on the holster.