The restaurant is located in a central tent.

By all accounts, the time for dinner was over, for only a few people were still at the humble homely tables.

Khan sat Su Mengfan at one of the tables, gave Ace some coins and motioned for him to bring some food back.

Ace returned a few minutes later and walked in with three bowls on a tray. It is filled with smoking, appetizing gray gruel.

Ace put the food on the table, shrugged his shoulders and said with some regret: "Due to the plague, the food here is a little unavailable, and those delicacies that can usually be eaten with a few coins - roasted rats." However, for fear of spreading germs, the sale of rats was prohibited. ”

Seeing Khan's reassuring eyes, Su Mengfan ate it boldly, and he ate it all in one go.

Although it is difficult to define what special ingredients it is made of, the local food does taste good when eaten.

After Su Mengfan ate it, he put the pottery bowl aside and looked around calmly.

The two men were still sitting at the adjacent tables, talking quietly. Although they wore traditional padded jackets, there was something about their appearance that made him think they were wearing full hazmat suits and carrying loaded automatic rifles.

The man in the padded jacket looked at Su Mengfan casually, and returned to his leisurely conversation.

And just after Khan finished drinking the porridge, he waved his hand.

"Alcohen, I think it's time for us to separate. During this time, I have found that you have mastered the ability to 'listen'. In this way, even if you are alone in this long and traceless tunnel, you still have a sense of safety. Khan said to Su Mengfan on the side.

"And you've discovered that this tunnel is not only the potential danger of those monsters, but also the risk of confusing the mind. And this danger will accompany you in your future adventures.

But you have more resistance than ever to these voices that others can't resist. This was also unexpected for me. Khan stared at Su Mengfan's eyes and said.

That wolf-like look made Su Mengfan can't help but chill.

Quietly, a few minutes passed.

"It's time for us to rest." Khan slowly spoke.

…………

The canvas bed was indeed waiting for him there, and there was a plastic bag with his name written on it in the corner.

Su Mengfan entered the spring surface of the squeaky canvas bed and took off the necklace around his neck.

I carefully took out the photo inside, and the slightly faded picture was reflected in front of me.

Could it really be his?

What's wrong with him now?

Whether it was for the [All-Russian Exhibition Center} or for the entire subway, he had to find an opportunity to go to {All Russia Exhibition Center} and ask the people who had escaped the plague:

Who is in this picture?

Is it my mother?

Or is it not her?

Su Mengfan kissed the photo, then carefully placed it in the bullet case, and then hung it around his neck contentedly.

For a moment, he felt something in his life gradually come to an end. After a while he fell asleep.

When Su Mengfan woke up and left the tent, he didn't think about how much the station had changed.

Less than a dozen intact residential units remain, the rest are broken or burned, and the walls are covered with soot, and bullet-laden pockmarks, stucco, and large chunks of concrete are falling from the ceiling.

At the edge of the platform are ominous black streams, which are harbingers of future floods.

There was hardly anyone in the hall, save for a little girl playing with toys on the edge of one of the tents.

From the other platform, a low scream stretched from the staircase at the station's new exit.

Only two surviving emergency lights dispelled the darkness of the hall.

Su Mengfan stayed at the front of the canvas bed, looking for the place where the submachine gun disappeared.

He searched the entire hall and couldn't find it, so he had to accept the fact that he had to leave unarmed.

What's going on here?

Su Mengfan wanted to ask the little girl who was playing, but as soon as she saw him, she couldn't help but shed tears.

As a result, it would be impossible to get any news from her.

Su Mengfan didn't care about the little girl who was whimpering and shedding tears, he carefully looked through the arch and looked at the passage.

The first thing that caught his eye was the scattered copper "V" screwed into the marble...... Where is NKh", "D" (VDNKh is the English abbreviation of All-Russian Exhibition Hall Station)?

Only one shadow can be seen.

A deep crack appeared in the entire inscription along the marble.

He had to check what was going on in the tunnel.

If someone had taken the station, he would have to take a closer look at the environment and explain exactly the danger to the Confederates from the south before going back for help.

Suddenly, behind the entrance of the line, there was an impenetrable darkness that Su Mengfan couldn't see farther than the elbow of Bai Ji's arm.

There's something that makes a strange gurgling sound in the depths of the tunnel, and a madman would go there without a weapon.

After listening for a while, he began to hear the murmur of water along the floor, which surrounded his boots and rushed back towards the All-Russian Exhibition Complex station.

His legs swayed, refusing to move forward.

The voice in his head repeatedly warned that it was dangerous and too risky to keep walking, and that he could not distinguish anything in such darkness anyway.

Every time Su Mengfan took every step into the invisible depths of the tunnel, he felt as if a black and cold fear was seeping into his heart drop by drop.

Many times he couldn't stand it, turned around and hurried to the station.

However, he did not see the sleepers in the darkness, he tripped over one of them, and he knew that now the inevitable end was coming.

He was sweating profusely, and he didn't even have time to think that he had fallen off the canvas bed in his dream.

His head was unusually heavy, and there was a dull pain in his temples, and Su Mengfan stayed on the floor for a few more minutes until he remembered.

He couldn't get up on his own, but he was clear-headed, the remnants of the nightmare were completely gone, and he couldn't remember what he was dreaming about.

He lifted the curtain and looked outside.

Except for a few sentinels, there was not a single one.

It's night now, Su Mengfan took a few deep breaths of the humid air, returned to the tent, and lay straight on the canvas bed, falling asleep like a log, without dreaming.

…………

Khan woke him up.

Dressed in a dark insulated jacket with lapels and military trousers with pockets, he looked as if now he was about to leave the station at any moment.

He was wearing an old black combat cap on his head, and Su Mengfan looked familiar with two large bags standing at his feet.

Khan used his boots to move one of them towards Su Mengfan and said, "Here are shoes, uniforms, backpacks and weapons. Change your shoes and get ready. You don't have to wear any armor, we don't want to go to the ground, just take it with you. We left half an hour later. ”

Su Mengfan asked, "Where are we going?" He blinked half-awake and yawned.

"Kursk station, of course, and if you're okay, then follow the Moscow Metro Line 5 to GM Square and then to Lenin Library. I have my own business to do, though, so I'm covering your leave. ”

"What about Ace? What did he do. Isn't he with us? ”

"You don't have to worry about this, he has other things to do. Now it's important to get you out of here first. ”

Khan sat on a stool erected in the corner, took out a newspaper from his pocket, rolled a cigarette himself, and looked at Su Mengfan from time to time.

In the face of this kind of watchful eyes, Su Mengfan was very uneasy, clumsily handling everything.

After about twenty minutes, he was ready.

Without saying a word, the khan sat up from his stool, grabbed his bag, and walked to the platform.

Su Mengfan looked around the room and followed him, and they went out through an arch and walked towards the passage.

Melnik climbed the wooden staircase stacked on top of the passage and began to walk towards the tunnel.

Through the faint light, Su Mengfan saw that there were many Hansa Rangers standing in the tunnel.

Flamethrowers were set aside and they communicated with each other, and some even dozed off against the wall.

After looking at it, most of them were standing in the passage leading to {Alekseevsk Station}, which made Su Mengfan immediately dispel the idea of going to {All-Russian Exhibition Hall Station} to investigate.

Khan and Su Mengfan glanced at each other, only to see Khan make a gesture. asked Su Mengfan to wait first, and he found a way to lure away those rangers.

Su Mengfan hurriedly grabbed the Khan and whispered, "At the end of that fork in the passage, there is a passage, we can enter from there." ”

After hearing this, Khan's eyes narrowed and he nodded.

After the two of them finished talking, they headed for the passage.

Taking advantage of the dim environment, the two walked along the wall, hand in hand, towards today.

After a while, Su Mengfan saw the rubble.

Although the peace of mind of this trip is different from the last time, I think that since the Hansa Alliance has left another safe passage, it is natural that it will also stay in this passage.

The rubble piled up in front of him was large and small, but thinking that there were only two soldiers last time, it was sure that the passage would not be hidden behind the larger stones.

After determining the general direction, the two began to slowly place the accumulated rubble aside.

In order not to make a sound, the movements of the two are also light-handed.

Therefore, when Su Mengfan and Khan were finished, they were already sweating profusely. The clothes on the body are also because of sweat, and they are clinging to the body.

I saw that a rectangular iron door was erected in front of the two of them, and the door had already been rusted and mottled and lost its color. And there is a lock hanging on the doorknob of the door, which tightly separates Su Mengfan from {Kursk station}.

Since there was no key, it had to be violently demolished. But whether it's a stone or a gun, both make a lot of noise.

For a while, the two of them were struggling with how to crack it silently.