She used a file to sharpen the steel rings on her handcuffs and legs, the other end of which was nailed to the wall.

The file screeched and slid away.

Sometimes she even felt that the niobium teeth of the knife had penetrated half a millimeter, but when she looked closely, only a shallow groove appeared in the steel, which was just visible to the naked eye.

But Sasha didn't despair, she picked up her tools again and continued sawing the stubborn metal.

She followed a strict rhythm and sawed hard.

The important thing is not to mess with the rhythm and not to compromise, even if it is not stopped for a second.

The bound foot swelled, and Sasha knew in her heart that even if she defeated the metal, she would not be able to escape, because her feet would not obey the call.

She struggled to lift her eyelids and open them.

The chains were still in the distance, and the handcuffs and ankles connected her limbs.

She lies in a shabby, dirty mining railcar that crawls forward at a torturous slow pace with a monotonous whining sound.

She had a rag covered in oil, her temples aching, and her forehead was bleeding.

Before she was killed, Sasha came to consciousness.

Why didn't you die......

Only a small piece of the ceiling could be seen from the body, and in the chaotic light shift, the weld of the cast iron stub kept flashing!

The rail car is running in an interstation tunnel.

As Sasha tries to pull her bound arms out from under her back, the stub is suddenly replaced by mottled white paint.

Sasha is alert: What station is this?

It's a terrible situation here!

It's not just silence, it's a dead silence, no sign of life, it's pitch black.

Sasha always thought that as soon as she crossed that subway bridge, all the stations would be bustling with people, and everywhere would be bustling.

Now it seems that she was wrong.

The ceiling above Sasha was motionless.

Her captor cursed as he climbed onto the station platform, his iron-clad boots creaking.

He looked around and walked around, as if familiarizing himself with his surroundings.

Later, I could hear that he had taken off his gas mask and spoke kindly in a deep voice!

"Here we are. Long time no see! ”..

He exhaled heavily from his lungs and smacked hard—a bulky thing with his boots, to be exact—a stuffed bag?

Sasha clenched the foul-smelling rag with her teeth, her body forming an amazing arc.

Bingxue was clever enough to guess where the fat man in the hazmat suit had taken her and who he was talking to right now.

"Now your dad can see you." The fat man said to her mockingly.

Sasha sat facing his father's corpse, his back facing up, his face covered in blood.

So where did Alcohen go? Why didn't the father's body be protected.

Both straps of Sasha's cargo pants have slipped off their shoulders, revealing a smudged vest with a lively bear motif.

The robber wouldn't allow her to see his face, and every time Sasha raised her eyes to see him, he shot her in the eye with a bright light.

He had pulled the rag out of her mouth, but Sasha wasn't going to talk to him.

"It's a shame you don't look like your mother. I thought you would be like your mother. ”

With his legs as heavy as elephant legs and blood stained on his heavy rubber boots, he paced around a pillar beside which sat Sasha.

Now his voice came from behind Sasha.

"Your dad probably thought that everything would fade into oblivion over time. However, there is no expiration date for some crimes...... Such as slander, such as betrayal. ”

His bloated silhouette flashed out from the shadow on the other side.

He stopped next to Sasha's father's corpse and stomped on his corpse with his boot insultingly, spitting heavily.

"It's a shame that this old man kicked his leg without my help."

The fat man swept the frustrating and boring station with the lights.

It was filled with piles of useless rubbish, and he stood next to a bicycle without wheels.

"You're having a good time here. If it weren't for you, your dad would have hanged himself. ”

When the light wasn't shining on Sasha, she tried to climb to the other side, but a second later the light from the lamp hit her face again from the darkness.

"Actually, I understand him very well." The robber leaped and jumped next to Sasha.

"He had a daughter, but unfortunately she didn't look like her mother. I think he should be disappointed, but that's fine. He used the tip of his boot to roll her over to the other side. @*~~

"I crossed the entire subway to get here, and it didn't come in vain."

Sasha jerked her head.

"You see, nothing is predestined." He walked over to Sasha's father's body again.

"You have brought all your rivals before the Judgment Court. Thank goodness you didn't punish them, you just expelled them indefinitely.

But life is so long, Feng Shui always takes turns, and you won't always be proud.

I came back, even though I fought for 10 years more than I had planned. ”

"None of the returns are accidental." Sasha whispered beside her father.

"Incisive." The fat man sarcastically commented, "Alas, who's there?" ”

Before the fat man could turn his head to look back, a dagger had slipped through his fat neck.

Blood immediately spurted out, and a small amount of donated blood splattered onto Sasha's face.

It adds a strange beauty to her.

While the fat man was struggling, Su Mengfan walked out from behind him.

looked at the frightened girl and immediately rushed over and held her in his arms.

"I've finally found you, don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

Sasha, who was held by Su Mengfan, slowly raised her arms, put them on her chest, grabbed Su Mengfan's vest, and cried bitterly.

"Dad, it seems that I have found the man who is worth entrusting for life."

After a while, there was a sudden rustling sound at the other end of the platform, and a heavy object fell, followed by the footsteps of a giant beast......

An unreal, torn silence reigned over the station.

Sasha, like the bandit, felt an unknown approaching them......

Su Mengfan knelt down on one knee next to Sasha and rattled the bolt of the gun properly, he rested the butt of the gun on his shoulder, and cast a rickety spot of light on the adjacent column.

Listen, how a decades-old South Tunnel is gradually waking up, it's not much more terrifying than seeing the sculptures in the downtown subway station wake up......

There was an oily shadow in the light, and it was indeed not a human form—the silhouette was not the same, and the agility of the movements was not the same......

As soon as the light dimmed, the mysterious monster just now disappeared again.