In the dark, the senses tend to become more sensitive.

The smell is getting stronger, the sound is getting louder and louder, and it is getting more and more three-dimensional.

In the solitary confinement cell, the floor was constantly scraped, and the musty urine emitted an unbearable stench.

But Leonid did not stop drinking, and even heard the sound of pain.

He even kept nagging himself for a while, and then he stopped overreacting to the smell and wheezing.

He was not frightened by the pursuers of the Cultural Park who might break into his cell, nor was he worried about what Sasha would face without evidence and without any permission to cross the Hanseatic border.

Of course, as for the fate of Tula Station, it has nothing to do with him.

"I hate." Sasha said softly.

Of course, it's none of his business.

In the pitch-black cell, they quickly found a hole - a glass hole in the door.

Anything else was still invisible, but the hole was enough for Sasha: Sasha groped her way to the door in the darkness and slammed it with her fist, which she had little strength on.

The door responded to her with a rumbling sound, but as soon as she stopped, a deathly silence enveloped her again.

The guards didn't want to hear the knock on the door, and they didn't want to hear Sasha's shouts.

Time flies.

How long will they be imprisoned here?

Leonid was not anxious, he was never in a hurry to get anywhere, he was never late, he would not gamble with anyone's life.

Maybe he deliberately brought her here to separate her from Alcohen?

Draw one of the three people tied up in a bundle and lure her to the mousetrap, and her life is his only purpose?

So what is he doing this for......

Sasha buried her head in her sleeve and cried, and the sleeve absorbed the tears, as well as the voice.

"Have you seen the stars?" An unconscious voice rang out.

She didn't answer.

"I've only seen it in photos, too." Leonid said to her, "Because of the dust and clouds, they are barely visible now. Thanks to your cry, I woke up, and now I wonder if I suddenly saw the real stars."

"It's a cat's eye." She struggled to swallow her tears before answering the question.

"I know. It's funny......" Lemonides coughed, "Has anyone ever looked at us with thousands of eyes in the sky?" But why did he turn his face away and stop looking?"

"There has never been a man in heaven." Sasha shook her head.

"I always believed that someone was taking care of us." Leonid pondered.

"No one cares about us even in this cell! We're going to rot alive here!" Her eyes were moist again.

"You arranged it in secret, didn't you? So that we can't catch up?" She started slamming on the door again.

"If you've decided there's no one out there, then why are you knocking?" Leonid asked.

"If all the sick die, you'll be spurned! You never intended to save anyone!"

"That's what you think of me? It chills my heart." He sighed, "It doesn't seem to me that you're running around for the sick. Are you worried that your lover will rush into their midst, and you will be infected and you will have no medicine......

"That's not right!" Sasha held back her anger and didn't hit him.

"Yes, yes......" Leonid imitated Sasha in a high-pitched, thin voice, "and what are you for?"

Sasha didn't want to reason with him anymore, she didn't even want to talk to him, but she couldn't hold back.

"He needs me, he needs me, and he's done without me. But you're not, you're just doing nothing and don't know who to play with!"

"Well, he needs you, and not to the point where he has to, otherwise he won't refuse...... What are you for, and why do you need Alcohen as a cleanser? Villains are attractive to you

force, or do you want to save a fallen soul?"

Sasha was speechless, and she realized that Leonid saw her feelings so frivolously and simply.

I didn't expect Leonid to even belittle others so much in order to raise his own worth.

I didn't expect him to be this kind of person, I should have thought of it a long time ago, and I shouldn't have believed the so-called method in his mouth in the first place, the way to solve the plague.

Maybe there is nothing special about her feelings, her feelings, or is it because she can't hide them?

Those subtle and imperceptible feelings came out of his mouth so commonplace, even a little vulgar.

"I hate you." She finally said it.

"It's nothing, and I kind of hate myself." Leonid laughed mockingly.

Sasha sat on the floor, tears streaming down her eyes again—first out of anger, then out of helplessness.

She wasn't going to surrender when there was still something she could do.

But now, in a deserted confinement cell with a wild fellow traveler, she never had a chance to hear from the outside world again.

There was no point in shouting, and no one was worth convincing her.

I wonder where Alcohen is at this time, if he is like himself, thinking of each other in his heart.

I don't know why he would abandon himself and leave himself alone in a small secret room with a person who has plotted against him.

But now that I think about it so much, it seems very meaningless.

Instead of complaining about this and that, it is better to find a way out.

Everything is meaningless.

Suddenly, a picture appeared in front of her: towering buildings, green skies, floating clouds, laughing crowds, and the hot tears that had slid down her cheeks had turned into summer rain, the summer raindrops that the old man had told her.

The image lasted only a second, and the magic was gone, leaving her with only a relaxed and wonderful mood.

"Expecting a miracle." Sasha bit her lip and said to herself stubbornly.

Suddenly, there was a switch in the hallway, and a blinding light shone into the dark room. ……

The door opened, and a soldier looked timidly inside—the same one who had slapped Leonid in the face a few hours earlier.

Somehow someone gave him a kick in the back, and he flew into the cell in an instant, collapsed on the floor, and then stood up straight and looked back in disbelief.

In the passage stood a dry, eyed officer.

"Come on, brute." He said nonchalantly.

"I...... I'm ......," bleated the border guard.

"Don't be shy." The officer encouraged him.

"I apologize for everything I've done. And also...... You...... You...... I can't."

"Plus ten days and nights."

"You can hit me." The soldier said to Leonid that his eyes did not know where to look.

"Ah, Alibert Mikhailovich!" Leonid squinted his eyes and smiled at the officer, "I've been waiting for you here for a long time."

"Good evening." The man also raised the corners of his mouth, "I'm here for justice. Are we going to take revenge?"

"I'm not a grudge-bearer." Leonid stood up and rubbed his waist with his hand, "I think you'll punish yourself."

"Out of seriousness, yes." Alibert Mikhailovich nodded, "A month of confinement. As for me, I apologize for this idiot, no doubt."

"But you have no ill will." Leonid touched his cheekbone.

"Then this matter is limited to you and me, right?" The officer said sinigerly in a metallic voice.

"I'm here, you see, I've brought some smuggled goods." Leonid nodded in Sasha's direction, "You'll be tolerant, right?"

"We'll do the formalities for it." Alibert Mikhailovich promised.

The officer threw the errant border guard directly into the cell and inserted the latch

, walking forward with two people in a narrow corridor.

"I'm not going to follow you any longer." Sasha said loudly to Leonid.

"What if I tell you that we're really going to Emerald City?" Leonid muttered for a moment, asking Sasha in a voice he could just hear.

"What if I said I knew more about the city than your grandfather? If I were to say, I've seen the city, not only seen, I've been there, not only ......"

"Lying."

"He didn't mean to do this." Unmoved, he continued, nodding to the officer who was walking ahead.

"So flattering in front of me—he knows where I'm coming from, and he's afraid because he knows. Also, what if you can find your medicine in Emerald City? And we're only three stops away from getting to the gates of Emerald City......

"Lie!"

"You know what." Leonid angrily said to her, "If you expect a miracle to happen, then you have to believe in it, or you will miss it."

"You should also learn to distinguish between miracles and deceitful tricks." Sasha rudely interrupted him, "Thank you for teaching me this!"

"I believed from the beginning that we would be released." He replied, "Just...... I don't want this to happen sooner."

"You're just stalling for time!"

"But I didn't lie to you! There is indeed medicine!"

At this time they came to the level. The officer was surprised, looked at them with curiosity, handed over some bits and pieces to Leonid, and gave him bullets and papers.

"That's it, Leonid Nikolayevich." He saluted, "Are you going to let us take the smuggled goods, or are we going to leave her at customs?"

"Take it away." Sasha frowned.

"Then a hundred years will be together."

Alibert Mikhailovich sent them through three rows of breastwork, past a whole group of machine gunners jumping from the spot, past the fence, past the withered horses welded by steel rails, and uttered a dry parting message.

"They have imported goods, I thought, it should be fine, right?"

"Let's make a breakthrough." Leonid smiled at him, "Although I shouldn't tell you, there are no honest officials in this world, and the stricter the system, the fewer they are, as long as you know which person to bribe."

"I think you must know a lot about this magic." The officer sarcastically said.

"It doesn't work in all respects." Leonid touched his cheekbones again, "I'm not a magician, I'm just studying hard."

"It's a pleasure to work with...... When you're done." Alibert Mikhailovich bowed slightly, turned back.

The last soldier opened for them a gate made of a thick fence that completely separated the tunnel from top to bottom.

Behind the door, an empty, well-lit station tunnel stretched, its walls charred in some places, notched in others, as if it had been battered by gunfire for a long time.

At the end of the tunnel can be seen a fortification, along with a whole flag stretched from the floor to the ceiling.

Sasha's heart couldn't help but flutter.

What happened here shocked Sasha's heart, and she felt desolate and frightened in her heart.

"Whose border post is this?" Sasha stopped abruptly and asked Leonid.

"Who's for what?" Leonid looked at her in surprise, "Of course it's a red line."

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Homer didn't believe that Hunter didn't understand what he wanted him to do, but Hunt responded with a mere finger movement, and they also moved to the buckle on the pistol holster.

Suddenly, he awoke from a strange numbness, broke free from the shell that immobilized him with lightning speed, and stretched out his outstretched palm like lightning, and grabbed the border guard by the throat.

The soldier began to turn purple and hoarse

sound, falling on his back with the table.

The second escaped, but the old man knew he couldn't escape at all.

Hunt had the gambler's hiding Aiji in his sleeve, and suddenly an executioner's pistol appeared in his hand, and then ......

"Wait!"

Hunter hesitated for a second, and the fleeing soldier ran to the platform and hid.

"Put it down! We're going to Tula station! You should ...... You asked me to remind you...... Wait!" The old man gasped, not knowing what to say.

"Go to Tula Station......" Hunter repeated dullly, "yes, it's best to be patient with Tula Station. You're right."

He leaned heavily on the table, placing his heavy pistol beside him, his head down.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Homer raised his hands and ran forward, meeting the guards who rushed out of the arch.

"Please don't shoot! He surrendered! Don't shoot! We are also ...... for everyone."

But the people tied him up, and in the chaos his gas mask was ripped off, and only he was allowed to explain.

Hunter fell back into a strange stupor, and did not interfere with the actions of the guards.

He allowed the group to disarm himself and obediently walked to the confinement chamber.

Until he was pushed into the confinement cell, Hunter was very obedient and did not resist at all.

And this behavior surprised him, and he didn't understand why he killed all the people here as usual.

He sat down on the plank bed, looked up, found Homer, sighed and said:

"You find someone from this station, his name is Melnyk. Bring him here, I'll wait here......

Homer nodded, and hurriedly began to prepare, crowding the guards and people who had gathered at the door.

Hunter suddenly called out to him:

"Homer!"

The old man froze, shocked: Hunt had never called his name before.

I didn't call my name before, but every time I knew that he was calling me, and this sudden shouting made Homer feel a little uncomfortable, but there was a little joy in it.

Perhaps this is the first step for Hunter to recognize and slowly accept himself.

He returned to the sturdy bar, grabbed the bar, and looked at Hunter with an inquiring expression, like a man who was shuddering with his arms around him.

Hunter spurred him in a deep voice that did not resemble a human voice:

"Don't go too long."