The glittering white walls, the dazzling intricate stucco on the ceiling, and the dazzling neon signs, there was only one light on the entire platform, but the lights were bright enough. The porters on the platform are divided into two parts.

One group walks to the rails from the left through the archway, and the other group from the right, piles up bundles of packages and returns to start a new run.

Two piles have been erected on the tracks, a small crane has been installed to carry goods, and there is a ticket office for passengers.

Every 15 or 20 minutes, the cargo trolley passes through the station.

The body has a unique device - there is a plank for placing boxes and wraps.

In addition to the three or four men standing at the handlebars of each handcart, there was also a guard.

Very few passengers come to the trolley - Su Mengfan had to wait for more than 40 minutes.

The fare collector explained to them that they had to wait for the trolley to fill up with passengers before leaving, so as not to make the workers run in vain.

In fact, tickets can also be bought somewhere in the subway, and there are such cars at every station, from station to station.

These completely blinded Su Mengfan, and even forgot all his problems, just standing there and watching the machine load the goods.

All this showed him that the huge and dazzling lights in the subway were trains, not manual carts, and that this wonderful life must have been a long time ago.

"The driver is here!" The ticket collector informs and starts ringing a small bell.

A large hand-cranked tram with a wooden bench heades towards the platform.

They showed their tickets and sat in the empty seats.

After waiting a few minutes for passengers who were late, the tram started.

The bench is rotated 180 degrees and passengers are able to sit facing forward or backward.

Su Mengfan sat in a seat facing the back.

"Why are the seats arranged so strangely, in different directions?" Su Mengfan asked his neighbor, an old woman about 60 years old, wearing a woolen shawl full of holes.

"It's uncomfortable." She raised her hands.

"What? Will you let these tunnels go down in desolation? You young people are really lacking in thinking! Didn't you hear what happened there a few days ago? This kind of rat. _o_m The old lady gestured in disappointment.

"Jumped out of the interlac and dragged a passenger away!"

"Not a mouse!" The man in the cotton jacket interrupted, "It's a mutant!" There are many such mutants running around in Kursk......"

"I say, it's a mouse! Nina Prokoevna, my neighbor told me. Do you think I don't know? The old woman said angrily.

They argued for a long time, and Su Mengfan no longer listened to their conversation.

Once again, his mind returned to the All-Russian Exhibition Center.

He had already decided that he would definitely manage to get back to his station before walking to the Ostankino TV tower on the ground.

Because Su Mengfan's unknown feeling was telling him that this might be the last chance he could find his brother.

If you miss it, it's hard to come across it.

He can't leave it alone, who knows what will happen in the future?

Although the tracker had said that his mission was not complicated at all, Su Mengfan really didn't believe that he would have another chance to meet him.

However, to begin himself, perhaps, before the last climb up, he must at least return to the All-Russian Exhibition Hall station and stay there for a while.

How does it sound...... All-Russian Exhibition Centre Station...... The melody is beautiful.

"I can hear it, I hear it." Su Mengfan thought, did the person he met by chance at Tula Station tell the truth?

Is the station really going to fall into the impact of darkness?

Are the defenders already half dead?

How long has he been gone?

Two weeks?

Three?

He closed his eyes and tried to imagine his beloved and graceful arches, still retaining the dome line, the intricate copper ventilation grid and rows of tents in the hall, the gently swinging handcarts, and the creaking of wheels.

Su Mengfan didn't notice that he was already drowsy, and he dreamed of the All-Russian Exhibition Hall station again......

Nothing could have surprised him more, he.

I don't want to hear it, and I don't want to understand it.

He always wandered continuously between the All-Russian Exhibition Center Station and the Hayabusa Station, but what Su Mengfan knew was that no matter which subway station he dreamed of, something inexplicable would happen.

And if it's like an inception, I'm always telling myself something bad.

He dreamed not at the station, but in the tunnel.

Su Mengfan walked out of the tent, walked towards the track, jumped down and walked south, towards the botanical garden.

It was no longer the darkness that scared him, but something else, a meeting coming up in the tunnel.

Who is waiting for him there?

What does that mean exactly?

Why does he always lose his courage in the end?

His twins finally appeared in the depths of the subway, their steps as confident and light as before, and their expressions relaxed.

This time he behaved more decently.

His knees were shaking, but he was able to control himself and walk straight to the unseen object.

He broke out in a cold sweat, slimy, and the ripple of light in the air told him that the mysterious object was a few centimeters away from his face, but he didn't run away.

"Don't run...... Eyes that watch your destiny......" a dry, hoarse voice whispered in his ear.

Su Mengfan thought about how he could forget his past nightmares?

He had a lighter in his pocket, and he fumbled with the flint and steel, intending to see who was talking to him.

He felt like his feet were rooting on the ground, numb.

A black object stood motionless beside him, with no whites or pupils in its eyes, looking for his gaze.

Su Mengfan shouted hysterically.

"Damn it!" The old lady put her hands on her chest and gasped.

"You're scared to death, you tyrant!"

"Please forgive me, I'm nervous." Su Mengfan turned around and said.

"Is what you shouted out of what you saw there?" The old woman curiously blocked the bottom half and glanced at him with her swollen eyelids.

"Just a dream...... I had a nightmare. Su Mengfan replied. I'm sorry. ”

"Got a dream?! You young people are so vulnerable. She started moaning again. Moaning and nagging.

In fact, Su Mengfan had been asleep for a long time - he had already fallen asleep when he passed by the Novos Robskaya station.

But he didn't have time to remember what he had understood at the end of the nightmare, and the passenger handcart arrived at Nagaqianno Station.

The situation here is strikingly different from the satisfactory prosperity of Tula, where there is no sign of a commercial recovery, or even of it.

Instead, a large number of military personnel, members and officers of the special forces of the Lufthansa Union with arrow-type engineering units were immediately found.

On the edge of the platform, and on the railroad tracks, stood several motorized trams guarding freight, covered with tarpaulins with mysterious boxes.

In the hall, nearly 50 poorly dressed people sat on the floor with several huge trucks, looking desperately.

"What's going on?" Su Mengfan muttered to himself. _o_m

Apparently, they intend to blow up the tunnel......

It seems that the situation here is also getting worse, to the point where people are destroying their path?