Homer did not perceive anything unusual or suspicious, the smell of Nagadino Station, which was so different that it could not be confused with other scents.

Could it be that they had reached Nagaqianno station in such a short time?

What a rash move in the former station, to send someone to this place, and to pay for it.

"Who's there?" Hunter turned to face him and asked in a low, hoarse voice.

Homer sneered silently, who would know, who the demon took away this time? The gates of Nagasino Station were limp wide open, like a whirlpool, attracting the most unimaginable creatures.

But the station had its own sojourners, and although they were not considered dangerous, Homer had a peculiar view of them, and he had a mixture of fear and disgust for them.

"Some not-so-big ...... Alcohen. Sasha tried to describe it to them, but Homer heard it was enough.

The point is that he heard that Hunt was using plural, which meant that there were many of them.

"Ghoul." He whispered.

From Sevasdopol to Tula and to the edge of other metros, the term "corpse eater" has taken on a new meaning, which is the original meaning of the word.

"Predator?" The hunter asked.

"It's like a scavenger." Homer wasn't quite sure. _o_m

These monsters are extremely vicious, spiders and primates, and they don't risk openly attacking humans, but simply drag carcasses to their pre-selected subway stations and make a living from them.

A large group of these monsters haunted Nagaqianno Station, and the surrounding tunnels smelled of bloody corpses rotting at all sides.

As they approached the Nagaqianno station, many people began to feel dizzy under the influence of this strong smell, and some simply put on gas masks because they couldn't hold on.

Homer was the first to think of this unique property of Nagadino Station, so he hurriedly pressed the gas mask on his face and sucked hard.

The pungent miasma spread from the station, gradually enveloping them, leaving them with nowhere to hide.

It's as if the hunter doesn't notice anything.

"Is it poison gas? Spore? What's going on here? Su Mengfan asked Homer for confirmation.

"It's just a smell." Homer frowned and replied vaguely through the mask.

Su Mengfan glanced at Homer scrutinically, as if trying to figure out if Homer was laughing at him, and then shrugged his extremely broad shoulders.

"It's just a normal smell." Homer turned.

Hunter changed his position to hold the gun to make himself more comfortable, walked in front, beckoned the others to follow him, and gently moved forward.

After about 50 steps, a short, muffled voice appeared.

Homer wiped the sweat from his head and tried to soothe his pounding heart.

It's getting closer......

Finally, the light of the flashlight hit something......

The darkness was pierced by light from a broken lamp with a cracked, dusty shade and a bluish rust over the glass.

Ahead, they saw the first carriage of the train, which had blocked the previous section of the tunnel solidly.

The train had frozen here a long, long time ago, and no one expected it to start again.

But every time he saw it, Homer wanted to climb into its completely destroyed cab, gently stroke the operating panel instruments, close his eyes and imagine the train running at full speed in the tunnel:

Behind the locomotive was a succession of brightly lit carriages, full of passengers, reading, napping, nonchalantly reading advertisements, and laborious conversations accompanied by the rumble of the engines.

"When the alarm for a nuclear leak is sounded at the nearest subway station, the large mouth should be lowered and opened immediately to assist the defense system and the military in evacuating the injured and sealing the subway station."

For subway drivers, the rules of work when this "judgment day" comes, one by one, are clear and not difficult to understand.

Each of the above, only.

It is prescribed, and as long as it is possible to accomplish it, it has been done.

Most of the trainsets were parked on the subway platform, sleepy and motionless, and the spare parts of the train were dismantled and stolen one after another.

The evacuated residents were told in advance that they would have to hide in the subway for several weeks, and later found themselves in the bomb shelter for the rest of their lives.

It was only on the train that Homer felt refreshed, as if it were his home.

The evacuated residents were resettled and protected.

Homer was saddened by everything, like seeing a cat he loved being taxidermy.

But in stations that are not suitable for housing residents, such as Nasimov Street, although the train stops there, it is still more or less intact despite the same erosion of time and uncivilized creatures. @·error-free start~~

Homer could not take his eyes off the carriage in any way, but rustling and sizzling sounded in his ears.

From the station came the roaring ghostly sirens and muffled sirens that he had never heard before.

It was a long tone, followed by two very short sounds, the siren of a nuclear leak!

After a sharp braking sound, a bewildering announcement sounded in every carriage: "Dear passengers, we regret to inform you that this subway is out of service for technical reasons...... The driver did not say a word more into the microphone, nor did his assistant Homer.

Because no one could have realized what a tricky dilemma was hidden behind this official notice.

The big file that sealed the valve stood in the new river channel of Lethe, forever separating the two worlds of life and death.

The "Judgment Day" subway employee code of conduct stipulates that within six minutes of the nuclear leakage alarm sounding, the door will be permanently closed, no matter how many people remain on the "living" side.

If someone tries to stop the gate from closing, shoot directly.

Women running in broken heels, their husbands desperately pushing against the steel behemoth to get them in.

Can a sergeant who usually patrols the station and deals with homeless and drunkards shoot such a man?

As for the unreasonable aunts in uniforms and hats, the workers for 30 years have been standing next to the subway alarm and doing two things.

Stopping people from coming in and blowing the whistle, can they keep the dying old man out?

What's more, the old man is still wearing an orange and yellow heroic medallion full of blood and tears?

6 minutes, the guidelines stipulate that 6 minutes decide everything, and within 6 minutes, people will either become machines or monsters.

The screams of women, the roars of men, the howls of children.

Machine guns are strafing, rushing. The spear is firing in bursts.