"I'm not going there! Let me go! If only I could stop here......"

Sasha wasn't joking, much less teasing.

It's hard to say, apart from the red-line person, who his father hated more.

They stripped him of his power, broke his spine, and instead of ending his life on the spot, they subjected him to years of humiliation and torture.

Half out of pity for him, and half out of their cleanliness.

The father could not forgive these people one by one for betraying him and tyranny. He was overthrown—and the accomplices who supplied the mob with weapons and printed leaflets.

The color of red alone can drive him crazy.

Although towards the end of his life, he had said that he would not hold a grudge against anyone and did not want revenge, Sasha always felt that it was just an excuse for his powerlessness and helplessness.

Maybe it's also the relationship and love for my daughter in the end......

"It's the only way." Lemonides was distraught.

"We're going to Kyiv Station! You shouldn't have brought me there! ”

"Hansa has been fighting the Red Line for decades, and I can't confess this to a person I meet for the first time that we're going to the Red Line's camp...... So I had to tell a little lie. ”

"You can't live without a lie! You still have a few words that are true, and I haven't seen Alcohen until now. ”

"Oguchi is outside the stadium station, I said. Stadium Station is the last station on the Red Line in front of the collapsed subway bridge, and there is no way to return here. ”

"Along the way, you've been talking about that dead man, where is he good, whether he wants muscles or not, whether he wants fun or not, it's just a dead wood lump, it's a stew!"

Sasha's voice suddenly sharpened: "Dead? What are you talking about? You say Alcohen is a dead man? ”

"Yes, he's buried in the sand now." Lemonid noticed that he had said the wrong thing, but he had to break the jar and break it.

"What do you mean? Do you him? Why are you doing this? Sasha glanced at Lemonid and took a step back.

"Why? Because I want to get you, and he doesn't deserve you? He is a hunter, an executioner, and to be with him will only tarnish your purity, and I will not allow him to appear next to you. Lemonids' voice began to growl.

When Sasha saw it, she looked at Lemonid in disbelief, and her lips trembled a little and said, "Why did you become like this?" You weren't like that before! ”

"Yes, people are good at disguise, and people have two faces, and I don't think I'm doing anything wrong. And you, don't pretend, you also enjoy being watched by everyone. Lemonid opened his arms and shouted loudly.

Sasha felt frightened, and felt horror in Lemonid's body, not even before the last time she died. @·error-free start~~

The sinister nature of the human heart will be completely exposed in the end.

The scene suddenly became cold, and both of them had their own thoughts.

But now that this has come to this, Sasha has to keep going.

From the various performances of Lemonid along the way, it is enough to see that Lemonid is a sleek and cautious person.

Lemonides was right, Alcohen was indeed a bit wooden in this respect, and he was indeed inferior to Lemonides in terms of stratagem.

Maybe he really died under the sand?

As soon as she thought of this, Sasha felt a little sad, and she hated Remgonid a little more.

But the facts are in front of you, and the road can only go all the way to the end, since this is the case, you can't think so much.

Once he had found a solution to the plague, he got rid of Lemonid and went to Hunter to complete the obsession that Alcohen had always wanted to complete.

The expression on his face had returned to normal, and there was no longer his previous distortion.

It seems that he also realizes how bad what he said before.

"So how do we get there? I don't have a passport. Her wary eyes never left Lemonids.

"Trust me." Lemonides looked at Sasha with some bewilderment, thinking she had approved of herself, and smiled.

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"One can always negotiate and agree with other people. Accept. Long live the bribe! ”

Ignoring Sasha's protests and opposition, he grabbed Sasha's wrist and dragged her forward.

The searchlights of the second line of defense lit up the huge flags red, and they hung from the ceiling, and the wind in the tunnel made them fly, and the girl thought that there were two shining red waterfalls in front of her. @·error-free start~~

Is this a symbol?

This is like a detection light, which makes the thorn in the heart of the heart extremely painful.

According to what Sasha had heard about the line, the red flags should have been shot to the ground when approaching......

At the same time, Leonid was calmly striding forward, and a confident smile never left the corners of his mouth.

He was already full of expectations for his future life, and he was also happy about the way he had disposed of Alcohen before.

It seems that getting other people's women is not as difficult as imagined.

Today's girls are small and full of curiosity about the outside world.

In that case, you can get the reward of this bet from Robertson next time.

Thinking of this, the corners of Lemonides' mouth never relaxed.

There were still 0 meters from the outpost and Alcohen, a noticeably thickened beam of light hit his chest.

Lemonides immediately placed the case on the ground and raised his hands in obedience, and Sasha did the same.

The border guards walked over—sleepy-eyed and surprised, as if it was a very fortuitous and unexpected thing to greet guests from the other side of the border.

This time, Lemonid reacted before they could ask Sasha for his papers.

He whispered a few words in the ear of the border inspector, and made a slight clank of brass, and the border guard returned calmly as if he had been struck by an evil spirit.

The man himself escorted them through all the sentry boxes, and even put them on the waiting manual railcar, and ordered the soldiers to take them to Frunze Station.

The soldier grabbed the brake lever and the railcar started.

Sasha frowned, and she looked at the dress and face of her father's enemy...... There is nothing special about it.

They were dressed in cotton fairies, smudged floppy hats with stars pinned to them, and their bones were skeletal and their cheeks were sunken......

Yes, they are not as glamorous as the Hanseatic guards, but they are no less than the Hanseatic people.

Their eyes twinkled with the curiosity of a little boy, a stranger to those who grew up on the loop.

The two soldiers in front of them may not have heard of what happened at the automobile factory station just a few years ago.

Are they Sasha's enemies?

Maybe they're just friends with their enemies, or they're just acquaintances with each other.

Can one hate a stranger from the bottom of one's heart, not just on the surface and in form?

Under the halo effect, people always magnify each other's shortcomings, thus masking each other's other strengths.

Under the influence of this effect, evil, ugliness, and hatred will always be infinitely magnified.

Thus obscuring the beauty that should have belonged to it.

The soldiers hesitated to talk to the railcar passengers, leaning on the lever and snorting from time to time.

"How did you do that?" Sasha asked.

"Wash. Brain. Leonid gave her a look.

"What about the documents, did you show them?" She looked at Lemonid suspiciously, "How can this be, I can be allowed to go wherever I go with you?" ”

"Different passports are used on different occasions." He replied vaguely.

"What kind of person are you?" Sasha had to sit closer to Leonid, and she didn't want others to hear their conversation.

"Observer." He answered her lips.

If Sasha hadn't closed her lips, the question might have poured out, but the soldiers were clearly trying to understand what they were talking about, and even tried to control the lever to make the railcar run quietly.

Sasha had to wait.

When you get to Frunze Station, you will speak again.

The station was very shriveled, the color was fading, and the face was pale, but it was dyed ruddy by the red flags everywhere, the mosaic patches on the walls were mutilated, and the columns were eroded by time......

Inside the arch were dark swirls - weak lamps hung low in the passages between the columns, almost touching the heads of the inhabitants, though they were not tall, and in doing so they were nothing more than saving precious lights.

It's surprisingly clean, with a few hard-working cleaners busy going back and forth just on the platform.

It was strange that the station was full of people, and Sasha had never seen anything like it.

Everything began to move slightly under her gaze, and everything was frozen behind her, the only sound being the rustle of the muffler.

Should Sasha turn back?

The whispers stopped, and people went back to their jobs.

No one had time to look at her, as if it were a particularly rude thing to do.

"Do you often get outsiders to visit here?" She looked at Leonid.

"I'm an outsider." Lemonid shrugged.

"Where are you from?"

"In my hometown, people are not like that, people here are too serious...... "The people there understand that just eating and drinking enough cannot save a person, and people there don't want to forget the old days, although memories always bring them pain." ”

"Tell me about Emerald City." Sasha whispered, "Why are they ...... Why are you hiding? ”

"The managers of that city don't trust the residents of the subway."

Leonid stopped talking, he had to explain to the guards at the entrance of the tunnel, and then he and Sasha dived into the thick darkness.

He lit a kerosene lamp with an iron lighter and continued on his way.

"Distrust, because the people in the subway have gradually lost their human face, because the people who caused this horrific war are alive among them."

"Even if they still don't dare to admit it to their friends, because the people in the subway are stubborn, and the rotten wood can't be carved."

"You can only fear them, turn away from them, or follow them. If they knew about the existence of Emerald City, they would eat it up and then spit it out. Whatever they can get, they will eat up. ”

"They would burn all the paintings of all the great artists, all the paper and everything on paper. They will destroy what is left of the society, which has achieved fairness and harmony. ”

"A fleshless university building may collapse, and the Great Ark will eventually sink and nothing will be left. Barbarians......"

"Why do you think we can't change?" Sasha was very unhappy with Leonid's words. "Not everybody thinks that way." Leonid glanced at her, "There are quite a few people who still try to do something. ”

"They don't work very hard, either. _o_m Sasha sighed, "Even the old man hasn't heard of them. ”

"But some people have heard of it." He dropped it meaningfully.

"Are you talking about music?" Sasha speculated, "You're someone who wants to change us?" So, what is the result? ”

"Compelled to appreciate something good." Lemonid smiled. ……

"I don't think my music belongs to me."

Leonid suddenly became serious, "I don't know why they appear in my mind. I think I'm probably just a conduit...... Just a tool. ”

"Yes, that's it, I put my lips next to the flute, and when I want to play, my lips don't belong to me, it's like someone else is controlling them - and that's how the melody is born......"

"Inspiration." Sasha muttered.

"You can call it that."

He spread his hands, "Anyway, this doesn't belong to me, this happens on the surface." I don't have the right to trap it inside me. ”

"It'...... Travel from person to person. ”

"Whenever I started playing, I would see the rich people gathered around me, the poor people covered in scabs, the shiny people, the fierce ones.

of people, as well as disabled people and tall strong men, shape and shape. ”

"My music has chemistry with them and resonates with each other."

"I'm like a tuning fork...... I can get them together, even if it's only for a moment......"

"They can sing to the music, and their voices are so pure. How do you explain all this? ”

"You spoke very well. Error-free update @" Sasha said thoughtfully, "I feel the same way. ”

"I should try to wake it up from their bodies." Leonid continued, "In some it will die, in others it will germinate. I didn't save anyone, I didn't have such a right. ”

"Then why don't the other residents of Emerald City want to help us? Why are even you afraid to admit what you've done? ”

He didn't speak until he entered the stadium station. The stadium station also looked very languishing, its face pale, barely maintaining its old pomp, but at the same time it was always filled with a kind of sadness.

It was low, crowded, like a bandaged head, and looked heavy.

There is a smell of smoke and sweat, and abject poverty and pride coexist.