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Chapter 757 Passerby A
"The restricted area of ​​the pharmaceutical factory in the third district is because Takekawa-sha killed too many innocent children, which eventually led to the major change of Yu Hui. I wonder why this terminal station became a restricted area?"

Gao Ming only dared to think in his heart, because if he said some things out loud, he would attract some unclean things.

It's important to understand that not everything in this restricted area is as friendly as the afterglow; there are also deep, dark places like the underground water network, which are more purely malicious than anything else.

"Don't take the escalator." Ci Nian continued walking ahead. He was no longer sleepy in the restricted area. His three pupils were almost completely overlapping in his eye sockets, and the darkness had no effect on him.

The group went down the stairs and could see the bottom, but after walking down for ten minutes, they still couldn't get out.

"Don't rush, don't move around, follow me and go down step by step."

Ci Nian's voice was very soft, and he took each step very cautiously, as if he were walking on shark teeth instead of steps.

Water stains and trash gradually appeared on the already smooth steps, and at one moment, all the lighting equipment in the hands of several key members went out.

As the surroundings plunged into complete darkness, Gao Ming and his companions walked out of the building and arrived at the subway platform.

“Ci Nian, we can’t see anything anymore, what should we do next?” Gao Ming grabbed Ci Nian’s hand to prevent the little brat from abandoning him and running away.

“The terminal station restricted area is one of the most dangerous restricted areas in the First District, and even in the entire city. Two subway lines and three unfinished subway lines are almost everywhere underground. If we just detonate the bomb here, it won't be very useful. At most, it will only cause some riots.” Ci Nian’s eyes seemed to completely merge into the darkness, becoming part of the restricted area. “This restricted area is very dangerous and very large. It is divided into five nodes by the City Council Hall, which uses various means to keep it in a relatively stable state. What we need to do is blow up the layout of the City Council Hall and draw out the resentment buried deep underground in this city.”

"You little brat, you're so professional at doing bad things!" Gao Ming now understood why Ci Nian had brought other Tzu Chi members with her.

“I need you to take the train to different stations and then detonate the explosives at the same time.” Ci Nian tore off several strips of white cloth from his priest’s robe and handed them to Gao Ming and the others: “Here you go. Once the strips of cloth turn red and give off a strong smell of blood, you can detonate the explosives.”

The other core members of the Tzu Chi Foundation agreed without hesitation, but Kao Ming hesitated for a moment: "Then how are we going to escape?"

"I'll figure something out." Ci Nian's tone was perfunctory, as if she had no intention of taking the group away alive at all.

"Another question: the station has been abandoned for so long, will any trains come here?"

"You're so fussy." Ci Nian was getting a little annoyed: "The perspectives of the restricted area and the real city are different, so what they see is also different. What we see might be an abandoned subway car passing by, but from the perspective of the restricted area, it could be a 100-meter-long centipede, or something even more terrifying."

"Got it, so what do we need to do now?"

“Once the restricted area undergoes further changes, this will also be my first time here, so please don’t ask any more questions.” Ci Nian was under immense pressure, behaving completely differently from when he was outside the restricted area. His pupils trembled, and he vaguely sensed something approaching.

"What do you mean by change?" Gao Mingqiang suppressed the urge to activate the restricted area perspective and asked one last question.

"Do not ask!"

"Are you here to catch the train too? Where are you going?" A strange voice suddenly rang out. "I told you not to ask! You..." Ci Nian said towards the direction of the voice, but her words were cut short. Seven figures were moving on the dark platform, but only six people had clearly entered.

one extra.

The platform fell silent. Several core members of the Tzu Chi Foundation clutched their weapons tightly. They couldn't see anything, but they could hear the voice of a stranger not far away.

"With a child? Does your church have regular gatherings?" The owner of the voice thought he was being humorous, but when no one answered, he laughed awkwardly twice, and then honestly said, "Sorry, I was being presumptuous. I just wanted to ask for directions."

"Where are you going?" Ci Nian's voice sounded mechanical, devoid of any emotion.

"I'm going home. I live in Anshun Community. I used to take this bus home after get off work, but I don't know why all the subway stations are closed today. I can't get out at all."

Seeing that the group showed no intention of helping, the stranger said helplessly, "I really didn't lie to you. My name is An Luan, ID number **5891. I work as a sparring partner at a martial arts gym. This bag contains fish and cake that I bought for my family."

Upon hearing the word "cake," Gao Ming subconsciously looked up, vaguely sensing the presence of another dream ghost: "Is someone in your family having a birthday?"

"Yes, she's my daughter, her name is Anmeng." The man seemed to hand her something: "This is her picture, isn't she adorable?"

"Don't touch what he's holding!" Ci Nian suddenly screamed, startling Gao Ming and the passerby named An Luan into standing still. "We're also lost passengers, we can't help you, you should go find a station attendant."

"Alright." The man was somewhat disappointed. He put away what he was holding and moved away from Gao Ming and the others.

Shortly after he left, a whooshing sound came from the tunnel. Above where the stranger had just stood, a red indicator light lit up, the tracks trembled, and the platform began to shake slightly. Some dust and dirt fell on the group of people, who stood together, staring at the tunnel.

In the darkness, something enormous was rapidly crawling towards them.

……

Inside a house on the outskirts of the third block, furniture and chairs had been pushed into a corner, and in the middle of the open space, a night policeman, tortured beyond recognition, was bound, with various bloody torture instruments and tattered uniforms lying around him.

The mountain lord, wearing a bronze mask, stood opposite the night watchman, toying with an owl epaulette in his hand: "Tell me, what are the real names and appearances of the other night watchmen who have epaulettes? That way we can suffer less."

"Hahaha, you've become addicted to being a dog of the city council? How despicable!" The night watchman spat out a mouthful of blood, his face twisted and ferocious with a smile.

"Answer my question." A terrifying sense of oppression, beyond that of a normal person, emanated from the Mountain King, causing the Night Watchman's wounds to reopen and spurt blood.

"Answer you? Who do you think you are?! You really think you're some kind of mountain king?" Blood trickled from the night guard's mouth, his eyes almost bursting from the pressure, blood vessels bulging: "You're nothing but the cheapest punching bag in the martial arts gym, a pervert who killed his wife and daughter, a lowly dog ​​kept by the councilors! Am I right, An Luan!"

(End of this chapter)