At first glance, this may not happen. But if you think about it......

How else can you explain Su Mengfan's meeting with Mark?

He not only popularized the knowledge of the subway for himself, but also took himself to play the DB that could not succeed.

But he provided Su Mengfan with the only possibility of entering the Hansa station.

Most importantly, when he accepted his fate to clean the toilet, fate seemed to turn around and walk away.

Although he himself did not understand the act of escaping, the most critical point came:

The guards who were supposed to be standing guard didn't happen to be there, and they didn't even catch up after that.

Therefore, when he returns to his own path from a crooked and bifurcated path, and is in step with the narrative mode of life again, it has actually caused a serious distortion of reality.

Under such a reaction, Su Mengfan's fate developed further without hindrance, mending this distortion on its own.

This must mean that once he deviates from his goal and deviates from his tracks, fate will automatically abandon him, and the invisible shield it uses to protect Su Mengfan will also disintegrate into pieces in an instant.

The thread of Ariadne, which he carefully held in his hand, will also be broken, and he must face the bleak reality of his reckless induction into chaos......

Does this prove that whoever has tried to cheat fate and insisted on following the converging clouds will not have an easy path?

From then on, his life would be monotonous and mediocre, and there would be no more rare, miraculous, or unexplained things.

Because the plot line has been broken, he has to pay for his recklessness......

Does this mean that Su Mengfan not only has no rights, but also has no possibility of derailing at all?

Is this fate?

Was this the fate he didn't believe in before?

He didn't believe it because he couldn't explain it and didn't know how to read the signs.

I naively thought that this road would give me a wide field of vision, but I didn't know that I walked on a chaotic and tangled abandoned path in an unknown direction.

It seems that he is on his own path, that everything in his life is in harmony and that governs the will and reason, so that his enemies are blind, and his friends can see the light and help him in time.

The plot is so tightly in control of reality that the odds that don't change on a daily basis change, like an invisible hand helping him move on the chessboard of life......

If that's the case, then "What's the point of this?"

This question, which could only be answered with melancholy silence or gnashing of teeth, disappeared like this.

Now he plucked up the courage to claim to himself that there was no evidence or a higher plan, that there was no law and no justice in the world, that it was all superfluous, because it was a godsend.

He didn't want to reject the idea.

Especially since it comes from the mouth of an old stubborn who doesn't believe in any religion or doctrine like himself—what a tempting idea!

At the same time, it also means one thing.

"I can't stay any longer," Su Mengfan said, standing up, he felt himself filled with fresh boiling power, "I can't stay any longer," he repeated.

"I have to go, I have to!"

Instead of tilting his head, and forgetting the fear that drove him to the fire, he leaped to his feet and jumped into the lower track, continuing into the darkness.

Su Mengfan's suspicions were dispelled, and now he is perfectly at peace and confident that everything will go well.

It's as if even if he falls on the road, he believes that he can completely rely on fate to recover from his foot injury.

Now the road under his feet seemed to recede on its own, and it didn't take much trouble for him, and in an instant, he completely disappeared into the darkness.

"That's a perfect theory, isn't it?" Sergey Andreevich said with a puff of cigarette.

"Perfect enough to be believed!" Evgeny Dmitrievich replied as he scratched the base of the cat's ear. ……

There is only one tunnel left.

prosperous

The goal specially given to him was also the goal that Su Mengfan had stubbornly and recklessly insisted on achieving, and it was achieved after walking through a tunnel.

After passing through a dry and quiet tunnel about two or three kilometers long, he would arrive at the station.

The silence reflected by an echo in the tunnel enveloped Su Mengfan, almost as if it was echoing in his head, but at this time he no longer asked himself anything.

In another forty minutes, he will arrive at the Metropolitan Station.

Forty minutes later, his long journey was over.

He didn't even realize that he was walking in impenetrable darkness.

He marched with determination, as if he had forgotten all the dangers that threatened him:

Empty-handed, with no identity documents, no flashlights, no weapons, only strange-looking loose cargo pants, and he knew neither the tunnel nor the dangers he might face if he crossed it.

He firmly believes that as long as he keeps following the path of his heart, there is nothing to threaten him.

Where are the seemingly inescapable horrors in the tunnels?

What about his fatigue and lost faith?

The echo messed everything up.

Since the tunnel was empty, the sound of his footsteps echoed around him.

The sound of footsteps that came from the reflection on the tunnel wall rumbled, gradually faded away, turned into a rustling sound, and then slowly echoed, so that it seemed that it was not Su Mengfan walking alone in the tunnel at all.

After a while, this thought became stronger and stronger, so much so that Su Mengfan wanted to stop and listen carefully to see if the echo of his footsteps had a life of its own.

He continued to struggle with his desire to stop for a moment.

His steps became slow and quiet, and he listened carefully to see if that would make the echo less loud.

In the end, Su Mengfan stopped completely, and he stood still in the impenetrable darkness.

Waiting, not even daring to come out.

He was afraid that the sound of the air entering his lungs would affect his perception and judgment of the slight grunt in the distance.

Deathly silence.

Now that he stopped moving, his perception of real space was gone once again.

When he walks, it's as if he can capture that reality with the soles of his boots.

And when he stopped in the middle of the dark tunnel, he suddenly didn't know where he was.

And, for him, when he started walking again, it was as if he could hear the echo of his own footsteps that he had barely noticed before before he stepped onto the concrete floor.

His heart began to beat more rapidly.

But soon, he was able to convince himself that it was stupid and pointless to be so frustrated by every rustle in the tunnel.