The walls parted, and they entered the marble hall, which was so wide that the beam of a flashlight could hardly reach the opposite wall, compared to another secret station. Error-free updates @

The ceiling here is high and heavy, it is supported by beautifully decorated columns, and the huge chandeliers have darkened over time.

But it still shone under the light of the flashlight pillar, and the walls were inlaid with huge slats.

Described above is an old man with a beard, surrounded by people in overalls and smiling at him, girls in dignified clothes and turbans, soldiers in outdated hats, a squadron of fighters and rumbling tank columns that stretch to the horizon, and finally the Kremlin.

This amazing station doesn't have a station name, and even if it doesn't, they understand where they are.

The pillars and walls were covered in a thick layer of dust, and it was clear that no one had set foot in this place in recent decades, and strangely even the brave and fearless barbarians had fled from this place.

A little farther away on the track was an unusual train parked on the track.

It has only two carriages, which are painted in a dark green protective color, the windows are replaced by gaps in the position of imitation firearms, and each carriage has a door, both locked.

Thinking that maybe the Kremlin residents couldn't escape from their secret tracks, Su Mengfan came to the platform and stopped.

"That's what it looks like here." The stealth hero looked up at the ceiling within the range of his helmet. "I've heard many legends...... But not as ...... as they say"

Ullman asked, "Where to go now?" ”

"I don't know." Olmedo said calmly, "We'll have to look into it." ”

This time he did not impose it on them, and gradually people gathered around them.

In some ways, the station is traditional, with two tracks built next to the platform, and at the end of the extended corridor are two never-ending escalators that lead to the tall arches, and the one closest to them is the up.

Another plummeted to unimaginable depths, and somewhere here, there must have been lifts.

As ordinary people, former residents of the Kremlin had a hard time climbing down the escalator in two minutes.

Olmedo was fascinated, as did the others.

They wanted to shine their flashlights on the highest arch, carefully examine the bronze sculptures in the corridor, admire the magnificent paneling, and marvel at the grandeur of the station.

It was a real underground palace, and they began to whisper so as not to disturb the tranquility of the place, looking at the walls with admiration.

Su Mengfan completely forgot the danger, the priest who committed suicide, and the intoxicating brilliance of the Kremlin starlight.

There was only one thing in his mind, and he was trying to imagine how indescribably beautiful this station had been in the light of the chandeliers!

They approached the other end of the hallway, where the escalator led below.

Su Mengfan wanted to know what was hidden underneath, maybe it was another station, and the car went straight to the secret bunker in the Urals?

Or tracks leading to countless dungeon passages?

Underground fortresses?

A strategic storage place for weapons, medicine and food?

Or is it just an endless descending staircase between two ribbon handrails as far as the eye can see?

Could the deepest part of the subway that Khan mentioned be located there?

Su Mengfan slowed down his pace by imagining the most unlikely picture.

So, he wasn't the first person to reach the escalator handrail.

When they get to the escalator, he looks at what's down there.

The warrior who told him the story about the lion ant was the first to reach the arch, and he screamed and stepped back in fear.

Later, Su Mengfan also arrived there.

Slowly, both elevators began to run, like magical creatures that had been sleeping for hundreds of years, and after years of sleep, they suddenly woke up, flexing their hands and stretching their muscles.

The stairs rolled down, crunching unkindly.

It's an eerie horror that can't be expressed in words...... It's not an exaggeration at all, it's different from the escalator that Su Mengfan understands.

He could feel it, but he couldn't figure it out.

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"Do you hear how quiet it is? You know, it's not the engine that's driving it. The computer room is no longer operational. In this regard, Ullman played a role. ”

Of course, it's the case, the ladder creaks, the unlubricated gears rub against each other, and the re-running machine makes a sound.

Is that all?

Su Mengfan heard the gurgling and chirping sounds he had heard in the tunnel again.

He plucked up the courage to approach the edge, illuminating the rapidly sloping tunnel of the staircase's black-brown banded handrails.

For a while, it was as if the Kremlin's secrets were about to be revealed to him.

He saw something dirty, brown, greasy, overflowing, alive oozing from the cracks in the staircase.

It poured out of the crack and landed on all the stairs that Su Mengfan could see.

But it's not pointless ups and downs.

All of this gushing, living matter is part of a vast whole, and they are constantly pushing the ladder along.

Somewhere a few dozen meters below, this dirty, oily stuff was scattered across the floor, spreading, flowing, vibrating, and making a disgusting sound.

For Su Mengfan, the arch cave resembles a huge chin, the dome of the escalator tunnel resembles a throat, and the staircase itself resembles the greedy tongue of an ancient god awakened by a stranger.

At this moment, it was as if a hand touched and caressed his consciousness, and his mind went blank as if in a tunnel.

He just wanted to do one thing, go down the escalator and find the answers to all his questions.

In his intently imagined, the Kremlin officer's star flickered again. @·error-free start~~

"Su Mengfan, run!" A gloved hand slapped his cheek, and he felt his skin burn.

He awoke from his imagination and was surprised to find that the brown slurry crawled all over the tunnel, spreading and expanding in sight, foaming like a pig's milk had been steamed.

His legs were no longer at his beckon, and he was only momentarily conscious.

What had once controlled it gave him only a moment of freedom, then it grabbed him firmly again, pulling him back into the foggy haze again.

"Hold him!"

"The first guy! Don't cry......"

"It's so heavy...... The wounded are still here......"

"Put it down! Drop the stretcher! Where are you going to get the stretcher! ”

"Wait a minute, I'm going to climb up too, it's easy for two to ......"

"Your hands, give me your hands! Hurry up! ”

"O Lord! They overflowed......"

"Tighten it...... Don't look! Don't look there! Do you hear me? ”

"In his face! There it is! ”

"For me! That's the order! I'll shoot! ”

Strange images flashed green, on the riveted side of the tracks, and for some unknown reason, the ceiling was reversed, and then the dirty floor...... Dark...... Green armor again......

Then the world stopped rocking and became calm and calm.

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