Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 164 Inspiration
But sometimes the flame kindly returns the soul to the body it left.

People say that people like that are people who have traveled around from another world and come back. Frankly speaking, they are people who have been spared by the darkness.

Huo Miao ordered Sasha to walk forward with him. Huo Miao was very insistent, so Sasha gave in.

She doesn't feel her legs at all, but she doesn't need them anymore.

In order to catch up with that mischievous flame, she could only ensure that it would not disappear from her vision.

She followed the flame with all her attention, as if trying to tame it.

She finally caught it, but it dragged her deeper into darkness, down a maze of tunnels.

If Sasha was alone, she would not be able to find the exit no matter what. It was the last stop on her lifeline.

There was another little light in front, and Sasha realized that her escort had outlined a house in the distance for her, and the man was waiting for her.

"Sasha!" Someone called her, and the voice was surprisingly familiar, although she couldn't remember who it belonged to at the moment.

"Dad?" She was not sure, guessing who this familiar, kind, and gentle voice belonged to?
Here they are.

The tunnel fire stopped, turned into an ordinary flame, and jumped onto the single wick of a melting candle like a cat returning from a walk.

Her hands were pinched by a pair of cold rough hands.

Sasha hesitated to let go of the flame, afraid of falling into the endless darkness again.

Then she woke up together with the horrible pain in her upper arm, and her temples were throbbing.

In the dark, ordinary office furniture is shaking - two chairs, a shelf...

And she herself was lying on a hammock, so soft and comfortable that she couldn't even feel her back.

It seems that she returned to her body in several parts, and all the parts have not returned yet.

"Sasha?" A voice rang out again.

She opened her eyes, looked at the speaker, and retracted her hand.

Sitting next to her was the old man, the old man who came here with her on the rail car.

There was nothing coveting in his touch, a touch that neither burned Sasha nor insulted her.

She withdrew her hand only because she was ashamed that she had mistook other people's voices for her father's, and the tunnel fire hadn't brought her to her father.

The old man smiled softly, he seemed to be very happy about the girl's awakening.

The girl looked at the old man again, and she saw a warm light in his eyes. She had only seen that kind of light in the eyes of one person before, so it was not worth making a fuss about her confusion.

In front of the old man, she suddenly became uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry," she said.

Then she remembered the last few minutes she had experienced at the Pavilets station, and she sat up abruptly.

"what about your friends?"

The girl didn't seem to be able to cry or laugh, maybe she had no energy left to cry or laugh.

She lost a lot of blood, and the two-centimeter claw didn't hurt her muscles or bones, but left her with a deep wound that only the most experienced surgeon could barely sew up.

The monster's second attack on her, which could have ended her life, was a flat swing, but it only made her unconscious.

She had been in a coma for a whole day and night, and now nothing could threaten her life, her doctor Homer was convinced of it.

But regarding his injury, the old man hadn't discussed it with the doctor yet.

When Sasha was unconscious, the old man had become accustomed to calling her "Sasha".

Sasha sank back limply on the pillows, and Homer went back to the table and stretched.

A whole notebook has 94 sheets in total.

In order to take care of the moaning girl, he had just started a new beginning, and he started to write again with the pen in his hand.

"...This time the caravan was delayed on the road. The delay was unbearably long. Everyone knew it!
Something extremely horrific had occurred, an unforeseen event, and no matter how determined the caravan's heavily armed escorts were, they could not protect the caravan, nor could the good relations established over the years with Lufthansa be of any help at this juncture.

If there is still a communication link, everything is not so terrible.

At this time, the telephone line leading to the ring line failed again for unknown reasons. As early as Monday, the contact with the caravan was cut off, and the small team sent to find the cause of the failure also returned without success. "

Homer raised his eyes and trembled:
The girl was standing behind him, reading his scribbled handwriting over his shoulder.

The bandage on her right arm was soaked with blood again, but her curiosity made her forget the pain.

The old man became shy and closed the cover of the book.

"You need inspiration for this?" the girl asked him.

"I've only just started writing," Homer stammered.

"What happened to the caravan?"

"I don't know." He wrote the title of the book on it. "The story is not over yet. Lie down, you need to rest."

"But it's up to you to decide how the story ends." The girl retorted Homer without moving.

"I don't have any decision-making power in this book." Homer put down his pen, "I didn't make up the story, I just recorded an event I experienced."

"So the whole story depends on you." The girl thought for a while and asked again, "Will I appear in the story?"

"I was just about to ask you if you agreed." Homer laughed.

"Let me think about it." The girl replied very seriously, "Then why did you join such a role?"

The old man stood up. He didn't want the girl to look down and talk to him.

It was clear to him after the last chat with Sasha that her youth and insensitivity gave people a deceptive first impression, as if she had lived a life at the terrible station where they had found her. The year seems to have passed two years.

Her behavior is different from ordinary people. She does not answer the questions asked aloud, but she can answer the questions in the heart of others.

Answering the question on the point is enough to make people's hearts flutter.

Sasha asks Homer questions that Homer can't even answer to himself.

And he also thinks: if he can't be honest with her, how can she be the heroine of his book?

He wants to be honest with her, not to condone, nor to avoid talking to her, he wants to confide in her.

"I hope that people will remember me. Remember me, and remember the people who mean a lot to me. I also hope that they know what I know, that my life is not meaningless. I hope that I What can be left for this world after death."

"Can you write with your heart?" she asked, tilting her head.

"Not just in this book. It will be burned and it will be lost.

So I have to be able to input and write with my heart! "

(End of this chapter)