One of the vendors chased after them and asked, "Are they so powerful because Slidensk Street is standing to protect Vasilyevich?"

Olmedo replied, "It's from Slidensk Street." Su Mengfan felt a pang of jealousy, and the latter didn't want to tell him anything.

The tall and lanky vendor pouted, "Yes, I understand. Now Slidensk Street station is getting more and more scary.

But that's okay, these well-dressed guards will be hot soon.

Everyone will come to you from Slidenskkaya Street, do you know who will survive in the station? It's better to be killed."

The other snorted maliciously, "Have you ever shot yourself?"

The tall and lanky man responded, 'Humph! Don't continue to pretend to be a hero! Also, you don't feel too hot yourself."

Su Mengfan couldn't control himself: "What's going on?"

The two vendors looked at him at once, as if he had asked a stupid question to which even a child knew the answer.

Olmedo didn't speak, and the vendors became quiet, and they walked quietly for a while.

Whether it was because of this, or maybe because the silence that had lasted for a long time was becoming more and more weird, Su Mengfan didn't want to hear any more explanations.

When he decided to abandon them, the tall and lanky man finally reluctantly declared, "The tunnel to the Cultural Park is there, just ahead...... hearing the name of the station, and his two companions moved closer to each other.

Su Mengfan soon felt a damp tunnel air gushing out, and the walls of the tunnel were also collapsing.

Even Olmedo shrugged his shoulders, as if trying to warm up.

Su Mengfan had never heard anything bad about the Cultural Park, and he couldn't think of stories related to this station.

But why did he become so distracted when he suddenly heard its name?

I always feel that something will happen that is out of the line of fate, and it will affect this action in the dark.

Olmedo asked solemnly, "What? Is it getting worse now?"

The bearded man muttered, "What do we know? We're just ordinary people. We pass by there sometimes. You'll understand when you stay there."

The stocky vendor held his breath and said, "Someone went missing, and many people were frightened, so they all ran away.

One person can never figure out who is gone or who runs away alone, and it's scarier for everyone else."

The tall and thin man said, "All these tunnels are damned!" Then he slapped the ground.

"The tunnel is blocked," Ormedo said.

The tall and thin man pointed to his bearded companion and said, "They've been blocked for a hundred years, but what about since?

If you're a stranger, you'd better understand us!

Everyone knows that there is a fear of tunnels, even if they are blown up or blocked three times.

When they stand here, anyone can feel it on their own skin, even Sergeyevich over there."

The shaggy Sergeyevich confirmed, "Exactly." He drew a cross on his chest for one reason or another.

Olmedo asked, "They're guarding the tunnel, aren't they?"

The bearded man nodded, "The patrol is here every day."

Olmedo asked, "Did they catch anyone?" Or who you haven't seen?"

The vendor gestured helplessly, "How do we know?"

Olmedo didn't back down, "I haven't heard, but they're trying to catch someone."

"What do the locals say?" The tall and thin man didn't say anything, he just made a melancholy gesture.

But Sergeyevich looked behind him and whispered, "It's the city of the dead."

So, again, he drew a cross on his chest.

Su Mengfan wanted to laugh: he had already heard too much

Stories, prophecies, legends, and theories about hell in the subway, etc.

About the souls inside the pipes along the tunnel and the gates of hell that they are digging at one of the stations. Fun Cabinet

Now there is a city of the dead in Victory Park.

I wouldn't be surprised if I could hear words like the Ark or the Dawn in the future.

And those so-called terrible sketches had made him hold back his laughter, and everything but warm clothes made him feel cold.

The worst thing was that Olmedo fell silent and stopped all inquiries.

Su Mengfan hoped that his companion would just ignore such a ridiculous idea with contempt.

They walked the rest of the journey in silence, each immersed in their own thoughts.

The path proved to be completely quiet, empty, dry and unobstructed, except for everything, something bad awaited them with a heavy feeling, and intensified with each step.

As soon as they walked into the station, the sensation rushed over them, as uncontrollable as the groundwater – cloudy and cold.

Is this what people from the Caucasus call the "sunny" Slidensk Street station"?

The man was in the same cell he had been in in the prison of the Fourth Reich.

Or does he have a station with the same name in his mind at Ferrif Station?

And is it really something to be missed?

There's something unusual about it, and there's something that doesn't fit the local style.

You can't say that the station was ignored and all the inhabitants fled.

In fact, there are a lot of people here, but the Slidensk Street station gives the impression that it does not belong to its residents.

They all live very close to each other.

Tents were erected on the wall or one next to the other in the center of the hall.

The distance between the tents required by fire and safety regulations is not visible anywhere.

Apparently, they are afraid of something more dangerous than fire.

When Su Mengfan stared into their eyes, those passers-by immediately turned their heads tiredly, and in order to avoid strangers, they all chose a fork in the road, like a beetle rushing along a crack.

The platform, sandwiched between two rows of low circular arches, goes down several escalators on one side, while rises up at a short staircase on the other, opening a passage to another station at the short staircase.

The coals smoke in several places, and there is an enticing smell of barbecue.

There was a child crying nearby.

Despite the fact that Kievskaya Station sits on the edge of what the traders call the city of the dead, it is completely alive.

The vendors quickly said goodbye and disappeared into a passage leading to another.

Olmedo cautiously looked along the edge, and resolutely began to walk towards the edge of one of the passages.

It can be seen that he comes here regularly.

Su Mengfan couldn't understand why the stealth hero asked the vendor about the station in such detail.

He's trying to sift through potential intermittents. Spy?