Schaefer looked at him cautiously.

"What do you mean?"

"The truth of the horror is hidden in the folio book...... These truths are written in golden letters in the ancient books, and the coal-black pages are not rotten."

At this time, Bourbon's foggy and gloomy face approached expressionlessly and appeared in front of Su Mengfan's eyes, Su Mengfan remembered his words and said it.

The brahmin stared at him in amazement.

"How do you know?"

"A revelation. It's not just one book...... What are the other books written about?" Su Mengfan asked, looking at the portrait of the library that seemed to be full of magic.

"Only one book has been preserved. The book has three folios," Schaefer finally gave in,

"About the past, about the present, and about the future.

The section on the past and present was irretrievably lost a century ago. Only the most important part about the future remains."

"And where is this one?"

"Lost somewhere in the main archives. There are more than 40 million words of content. One of them—a normal-looking, standard-bound book—was it.

In order to recognize the book, you have to open the book to browse.

It is said that the pages of this folio are black.

But to go through the entire book that was lost in the main archives, you'd have to spend a full seventy years without sleep or rest.

However, people can't stay there for even a day, and secondly, no one will let you stand there quietly and browse through the entire book that's kept there. I think I got it straight."

He stretched out the bed on the floor, lit a candle on the table, and turned off the light.

Su Mengfan reluctantly lay down. I don't know why, although he can't remember the last time he rested, he didn't want to sleep at all.

"I wonder, when you go up to the library, can you see the Kremlin?" He asked, looking back, for Schaefer had just planned to sleep.

"Of course. It's just that you can't look at it. It's going to draw you in." He muttered.

"What do you mean, 'It's going to draw you in'?"

Schaefer sat up on his elbows, the dim light illuminating his face with displeasure.

"Stalkers say you can't see the Kremlin when you're outside, especially on a starry night.

Just look and you won't be able to take your eyes off it.

And, if your gaze lingers for a short while, the Kremlin officer can draw you in.

That's one reason why all doors are always open.

That's why Stalkers never go up to the Great Library alone. If someone happens to glance at the Kremlin, someone else will immediately pull him away."

"What's in the Kremlin?" Su Mengfan thought that when he went on an adventure on the ground with the commander and others, he faced that magical palace, and suddenly lost his mind, so he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked in a low voice.

"Nobody knows. for the one who went in never came out again.

If you want to see, there are books about stars and books on the shelves, and there are some stories about the Kremlin towers in them."

Su Mengfan found that only Schaefer was very friendly to him in the entire subway station, and Melnick in Hunter's mouth has not appeared so far.

He was going to ask Schaefer about Thatch, but before he died, he told him not to provoke Solomon's men.

But that's just a case of an origami book that I didn't find, and I haven't found for decades.

And although the origami book he once destroyed was different from the color of what Schaefer said, no one could say for sure if it was something that those races wanted. ν.

And the employee who signed the contract with him before learned that the command

The forces behind the officials are not the same as Solomon in the Metropolitan Station.

In this way, he can contact those elders through Schaefer to complete the tasks issued by the system.

Thinking of this, he looked at Schaefer and asked himself the question, "Do you know Thatch?"

When Scheffer heard this, his face immediately changed, and he asked Su Mengfan where he heard the name.

Su Mengfan briefly told Schaefer about Thatch, and hid the fact that Thatch died at his own hands. And I wanted to ask Schaefer if he could help him, and meet with the elders to talk about something.

After listening to this, Schaefer said that there was no problem, but there was no guarantee that it would be successful.

After the conversation between the two, Schaefer said that he was a little sleepy and would continue to discuss the matter when he woke up.

And before going to bed, don't ask about Thatch in the subway station.

Su Mengfan saw that Schaefer was sleepy, so it was not good to continue to pester him.

Then he lay on the blanket in a daze, and when he was a little bored, he stood up and looked through the shelves to see if there were any books of interest.

When I was a child, under the influence of my family, I especially liked to read extracurricular books.

But after searching for a long time on the shelves, I couldn't find the book I wanted to read, and it seems that there is no memory of my hometown here.

Unfortunately, when I was about to go to bed, I saw a worn-out newspaper in the corner of the bookshelf, the paper on which was also yellowed and covered with dust. ……

Schaefer fell asleep after a while, and Su Mengfan leaned next to the candle and began to read the newspaper.

Even in the days of the previous life, newspapers were already a thing of the past.

The power of the Internet has long squeezed aside the living space of newspapers.

And in that era of fast food, there were not many people who could settle down and finish reading a newspaper.

And since I came to this subway world, this is also the first time I have seen a newspaper.

You don't have to think about it to know that in this era of scarcity of resources and shortage of information, the publication of newspapers will only increase the burden on subway residents, and only those who go to school will have the leisure to read a newspaper.

Su Mengfan looked at the contents of the newspaper by the light of the candle.

The first is written in large length about the invasion of the All-Russian Exhibition Hall by the plague.

There are various reasons for speculation: some say that the All-Russian Exhibition Hall Station researched biological and chemical weapons in order to protect its mushroom tea, but it was tragically leaked. Some people also say that the All-Russian Exhibition Hall Station grafted mutated plants onto mushrooms in order to better cultivate mushrooms, which ultimately failed miserably.

When Su Mengfan saw this, he immediately laughed out loud, although mushroom tea is a specialty there, it is not so worth exploring.

There was only one reason that was similar to what I had heard before - someone had brought the virus on the ground into the subway station.

This is probably the reason for the complete closure of the All-Russian Exhibition Center.

I had already thought of going there to see if I could find my brother Artyom or his father Sukhoi.

But it didn't work out.