Mercury lamps are lit here, just like at Bolovit Station, and the living quarters are housed in brick arches.

The sentries were standing there, and there were plenty of soldiers here as far as the eye could see.

On the white walls, according to the standard of military parades, there are embroidered golden eagles, which do not seem to fade with time. Events are taking place everywhere.

Brahmins, dressed in robes, walked up and down the area, and the cleaners washed the floor and cursed those who tried to cross the ground that had not yet been reached.

There are a lot of people here, and some come from other subway stations.

This can be seen in the sunglasses they wear and the way they put their hands together to cover their squinting eyes.

Only the living and administrative areas are located on the platform, and the shopping arcades and food vendors are on the aisle.

Olmedo took Su Mengfan to the office at the end of the platform, and asked him to sit on a marble bench covered with wood, which had been worn out by many people, and Olmedo asked him to wait here, and then left.

Looking at the intricately painted ceiling, Su Mengfan wondered how the Metropolitan Station had failed to live up to his expectations.

Life here is completely different: the people here are not warm, they are not angry, and they are not as fearful as they are in other metro stations. Knowledge, books, and culture seem to play a fundamental role thoroughly.

On the way from Bolovit to Arbat they passed the bookstall and even saw posters previewing Shakespeare's plays to be played tomorrow night, as in Bolovit, where he could hear music in some places.

The two metro stations and the passage in between are well preserved.

Although visible spots and traces of water seepage could be seen on the walls, all the damage was immediately repaired by the on-the-go maintenance team.

Out of curiosity, Su Mengfan looked at the tunnel, and everything was in order.

It was dry and clean, with street lamps lit every hundred meters as far as his eye could see. Fun Cabinet

From time to time, manual cars with boxes pass by, stopping occasionally to drop off passengers, or to load a box of books, which are distributed throughout the metro station by Metropolitan Station.

"All of this may be over soon," Su Mengfan thought suddenly.

"The All-Russian Exhibition Hall Station can no longer withstand the pressure of these monsters...... No wonder." He muttered to himself.

But I've never really met the Dark Clan, and what I've seen in my memories doesn't show hostility, and I saved Artyom and me from the mouths of those dead dogs.

I don't know why I suddenly invaded the subway station this time, but listening to the meaning of Olmedo's words, it seems that this invasion is not simple.

Is it true that the All-Russian Exhibition Hall station is getting worse?

That would mean Artyom would be homeless.

From the invasion of dark creatures and the plague in the subway station, Su Mengfan realized that the living space of human beings is getting smaller and smaller.

And what the Spartan Rangers and Hunter did may be the key to coming to this world and completing the mission of the system.

It seems that the cooperation with the elders of the Metropolitan Brahmin is getting more and more anxious. And after this memory, we must find an opportunity to cooperate with the Met.

One thing is for sure, if he were alive, he would never believe it.

"Come on, Su Mengfan." Olmedo called out to him, "They want to talk to you."

He had taken off his hazmat suit, changed into a sweater, put on a black navy hat with no badge but was eye-catching, and put on pants with no pockets that were exactly the same as Hunt's.

Anyway, the stealth hero remembered Hunter when he saw him, not because of his outfit, but because of his demeanor.

He imitated Hunter and tried to stretch himself as freely as he could, even speaking in telegraph-like phrases.

Two pieces of stained oak hung on the wall of the office, and two huge oil paintings hung opposite each other.

Su Mengfan easily recognized that one of the paintings was a library, and the other was a tall white stone

Floor. The label under the painting reads "General Staff, Ministry of Defense of the Russian Federation".

In the center of the spacious room is a large wooden table.

There were about 10 men sitting on the chairs next to the table, and they looked at Su Mengfan carefully.

Half of them wore gray brahmin robes; The other half, dressed in an officer's uniform. It turns out that it was the chief who sat under the painting of the "General Staff" and the Brahmin who sat under the painting of the "Library".

Sitting solemnly at the head of the table was a diminutive man.

He wore glasses and had a large bald area on the top of his head.

He wears a suit and tie, but there are no tattoos that identify his caste.

"Let's get down to business," he said, without introducing himself, "tell us everything you know, including the tunnel from your subway station to the Avenue de la Paix station."

Su Mengfan gave a detailed account of the war between the All-Russian Exhibition Hall Station and the Dark Clan.

Finally, he recounted his experience of trekking to the Metropolitan Station.

When he told about what had happened in the tunnels of the Alesyev station, the Rizskaya station and the Peace Avenue station, the soldiers, officers and brahmins began to talk to each other, some of whom thought it was incredible.

Some thought it was nonsense, and an officer sitting in the corner and taking notes at a quick pace asked him to repeat the story he had told from time to time.

When the discussion finally ended, Su Mengfan was allowed to continue telling his story. But it wasn't until he talked about the station and its inhabitants that his story really caught the interest of these listeners.

"You're talking nonsense!" An officer angrily interrupted him.

The officer was older, sturdy, with his hair combed back and a pair of steel-rimmed glasses sunk into the bridge of his nose.

"As we all know, Polyyanka Station is uninhabited. That subway station has been abandoned for a long time.

It is true that quite a few people pass by there every day, but no one can live there.

There were occasional eruptions of liquid, and there were signs of danger everywhere.

Of course, cats and waste paper are also long gone. The whole station *** is completely empty. No one at all. Stop making up stories."

The other officers also nodded in agreement, while Su Mengfan fell silent in confusion.

When the story stops at Polyyanka station, an idea pops up that the general tranquility in the metro station is unreal.

But he immediately dismissed the idea, because the inhabitants really existed.

However, the brahmins did not agree with the officer's statement.

Someone tapped him on the shoulder. It was the officer who took notes as he spoke.

"Council members say it's impossible for Metropolitan Station to help your subway station in any way.

They are grateful for the detailed report of the metro system you provided. You're free now, and you can go."

That's right.

It is impossible for the Metropolitan Station to provide any help.

It is nothing.

He did everything he could, but nothing could change him.

The next thing is to return to the All-Russian Exhibition Center station and stand guard side by side with the guards there.

Su Mengfan sighed and stood up from the chair, and without any clear destination, he slowly left.