Anton smiled sadly, "The people at Smolink Station were also frightened, and Kolpakov was personally interested."

"So now he's interested, right? They're already suspicious of Met." Olmedo pulled a folded newspaper out of his pocket.

Su Mengfan had seen such a newspaper at Metropolitan Station.

On one of the passages stood a pallet where they could be bought, but they would cost ten rounds of ammunition, and it wasn't worth spending a lot of money on a wrapper with shoddy gossip.

And most of the information in these newspapers is meaningless gossip, and even those important points have long since passed with the passage of time, and their accuracy has dropped significantly.

Because no one can say whether a thriving subway station will be invaded by the Fourth Reich or dark creatures in the next moment.

It seems that Olmedo does not regret those bullets.

A few short articles were piled up under the proud name "Metro News," on crudely cut yellowed paper.

One of them was even accompanied by a black-and-white photo.

In this post-nuclear world where information is not accessible, newspapers and everything are only in the hands of the top of the big powers.

And these things that exist in the subway residents are not wanted, for them are just an after-dinner pastime.

The headline reads: "Kyiv station mysteriously disappeared."

Anton carefully flattened the newspaper and said, "They say the smoker is still alive.

Olmedo nodded, "Okay, let's go, I'll show you the side path, can you stop reading?"

Anton stood up and looked at his son and said to him, "I'll be back soon, listen, don't be naughty when I'm away!"

Then he turned to Su Mengfan and said, "Take care of him. Treat them as friends."

Su Mengfan could only nod and agree.

I have always disliked children, especially those who do not obey discipline, because they can always make your boring and boring life more unfortunate.

As soon as Anton and Olmedo walked a little farther, Oleg jumped up, playfully took the box from Su Mengfan, and shouted to him, "Chase me!" Suddenly he ran to a dead end.

Su Mengfan thought that the boy was now under his own care, looked at the remaining guards guiltily, turned on the flashlight and went to chase Oleg.

Since Su Mengfan was afraid of it, he didn't check the half-ruined office facilities, and just waited next to the blockage.

The boy said, "Look how it goes!" Oleg climbed the rock, reached the place of the pipe, and disappeared into the blockage.

He took out his box, placed it on the pipe, and turned the handle.

He said, "Listen." The pipes began to hum in resonance, as if they were filled with the simple, melancholy tunes that came from the music box.

The boy pressed his ear to the pipe as if by magic, and he continued to turn his hand to pull the sound out of the metal box.

He paused for a while, listened, smiled happily and jumped down from the pile of stones, handed the music box to Su Mengfan, and said, "Here, you try!"

Su Mengfan can imagine how the sound of the tune changes when it passes through the empty metal pipe.

But the child's eyes were so bright that he decided not to act as if his neck was suffering from extreme pain.

He placed the box on the pipe, pressed his ear to the cold metal and began to turn the handle.

The music began to echo so loudly that he almost jerked his head away.

Su Mengfan was not familiar with the laws of acoustics, and he couldn't understand how this piece of metal could put the tune in such a weak jingle box so big.

He turned the handle for a few more seconds, played the short tune three times, nodded to Oleg and said, "It's wonderful!"

He started laughing, "Listen again!"

Su Mengfan shrugged his shoulders and looked at the sentry post to see if Olmedo and Anton were back, and he put his ear to the pipe again: "Don't turn around, just listen!"

What can one hear now?

Wind?

Or drown out the echoes of the terrible noise that drowned out the tunnel between Eric Siva and the Peace Space Station?

A deep voice came from an imaginable distance, struggling through the Earth's rock formations.

They come from the direction of the lifeless Victory Park.

There is nothing to doubt about this.

Su Mengfan stood there motionless and listened, gradually getting colder.

He understood that he was listening to something impossible—music.

It's been a long time since I came into this world, and I haven't heard music.

The last time I heard music, it seemed like I was at the Gomes City Station listening to two people playing the saxophone.

In the end, he was forcibly stopped by the thugs in the subway station, so that he did not hear the last music.

And since coming to this world, Su Mengfan has never seen any electronic devices.

I feel like the wild man in my previous life who carried the forest deep all the year round.

It's long been derailed from the world.

Here, in that little music box, hear the music you haven't seen for a long time.

And this Oleg brought himself a lot of surprises.

A few kilometers away from him, someone or something was repeating the melancholy tune from the music box.

But this is not an echo: the unknown player has made several mistakes, shortened the key in some places, but the theme is perfectly recognizable.

It wasn't a loud bell at all, it was more like a humming...... Or is it singing?

Is it a mixed singing of many voices?

No, it's still humming......

Oleg smiled and asked him, "What is it playing?"

Su Mengfan muttered hoarsely, "Quiet! I'm still listening! What is it?" None of their lips opened.

The boy simply explained, "Music! The pipes are playing!"

It seemed as if this terrible singing had a melancholy and depressed impression in Su Mengfan's heart, and it was not passed on to the boy.

To him, it was just a pleasant game, and he would never ask how he had heard a tune from a station cut off from the whole world, and all who were alive, had disappeared into thin air ten years earlier.

Oleg climbed onto the stone and was about to start his little machine again, but Su Mengfan suddenly became worried about him and himself inexplicably.

He grabbed the boy's hand, not caring for his resistance at all, and dragged him back to the stove.

Oleg shouted: "Coward! Coward! Only children believe these stories!"

Su Mengfan stopped and looked into his eyes: "What story?"

"They took the children who walked into the tunnel to listen to the sound of the pipes!"

Su Mengfan dragged him to the stove again: "Who will take them?" He stopped.

One of the vigilantes who spoke of the curse stood up and uttered the words stuck in their throats again: "Dead man!" Their adventure happened to end on time.

Anton and Olmedo were returning to their posts, and someone was walking with them.

Su Mengfan quickly asked the boy to sit down, and the child's father asked him to take care of Oleg, and he couldn't indulge his strange thoughts......

Who knows what the superstitions Su Mengfan believes in?

Anton sat on the sack next to Su Mengfan. "He's not naughty, is he?"

Su Mengfan shook his head, hoping that the boy would not brag about their adventure.

But it seems that he understands everything himself, which is normal.