Russia is a magical country. People who don't know it well will think that these guys have vodka flowing in their veins and will strip off their clothes on winter nights and wrestle with brown bears.
But after getting to know them better, you will feel that these people are like a group of melancholy artists, with every ounce of their blood filled with artistic bacteria. This is largely due to Hongmao’s art education back then.
One of the fruits of these educations is the Moscow Metro, known as the eighth wonder of the world.
Of course, the above content is excerpted from relevant promotional brochures. As we all know, there are countless eighth wonders. Candidates range from the glass pyramid of the Louvre to the terracotta warriors and horses in the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang. It seems that every creation is a miracle on earth.
Lu Mingfei casually put the promotional brochure into his bag. This was given to him by an aunt. It was available in various languages. It seemed that there were events going on here recently, so there was some publicity.
Involuntarily, he began to compare the subway station in front of him with the subway stations he had seen before. The New York subway is famous for its freedom. You can see all kinds of strange and homeless people on the platform.
The homeless people will sleep in the toilet and scare you, while the drug addicts will huddle in the corner with the stench of narcotics.
At least this was his impression of New York when he was taken around by Old Tang.
The Moscow subway in front of him had a different feeling. There were Roman column-style columns on both sides of the platform, the lights were warm yellow, and some gorgeous reliefs on the ceiling made Lu Mingfei feel like he was in a palace.
This is the legacy left by Hongmao back then. They allowed workers and farmers to enjoy elegant arts. Ballet, oil painting and opera have entered thousands of households, leaving a rich cultural heritage for today's Maozi.
Anton walked at the front, stopped at the corner of the platform, and introduced to several people: "Due to the Cold War, a large number of air-raid shelters were built underground in Moscow. The subway is also part of the defense facilities. What we are going to is the one left behind.
facilities.”
As he said that, he handed a few people a coin. Lu Mingfei took it. It felt like a game coin from an arcade. It had the wrinkled head of a bulldog printed on it. It looked silly.
fierce look.
"Follow me later. The security check there is not strict, but you are newcomers, so you still need to be led." Anton said this, and then looked at Zero. She was wearing a sweater, dressed like a junior high school student, and carrying a schoolbag on her back.
, Anton asked her: "Have your weapons ready? There are many people there, so you have to be careful."
Ling nodded and replied calmly: "You have asked me many times."
"I know, I'm just worried." Anton spoke directly and wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by the subway arriving behind him. He stood up, glared at Lu Mingfei and said, "Follow me.
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There seemed to be no people on this line. It was eight o'clock in the evening. For most office workers, it was a good time to reunite with their families. The pace of life here in Maozi is very slow. It takes two hours to get takeout. It is not called starving to death.
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Because of this, Lu Mingfei easily found a seat. He looked out the window at the Moscow subway station, but felt a little nervous inside. If he wanted to meet the doomsday sect, he needed a sufficient reason, and the best one was
Spend enough resources to become a doomsday investor.
According to the information Anton collected here, the Doomsday Sect is very much like a federation of scientists. Although this group of technical nerds is devoted to science, they still need some resources to support their crazy research and even crazier plans.
So secretly, the doomsday faction is also looking for investors with more background through the Cerberus auction.
And the task of playing the role of investor now falls on Lu Mingfei... Fingel next to him.
According to Anton, due to the alliance between the Chinese half-breeds and the government, the half-breeds on Maozi's side are very sensitive to the Chinese. Even Lu Mingfei had to disguise himself as a Tatar to enter the auction.
Because of this, the important task of becoming an investor was given to Fingel. Now this slovenly young man from Yanbi was treated like a dog and dressed in a suit, which made Lu Mingfei look at him with admiration.
Zero was sitting a little further away from the others. Due to her appearance and identity, this time she was assigned an off-site support job and did not have to participate in the auction.
As the subway moved forward, Fingel looked so out of place in the subway. He smelled like cologne, causing the aunt next to him to turn around frequently, perhaps thinking that this young man was a real estate salesman.
Outside, various subway stations pass by one by one. Some are modern in style, with abstract painting-like decorations on the walls. Some are minimalist, with simple white walls and streamlined decorations that are refreshing. There are also a few
It is a futuristic site with columns made of light tubes twisted into wavy shapes, which is a bit psychedelic.
There are fewer and fewer people in the carriage, but the subway continues to move forward stubbornly. Zero is sitting in front, holding her schoolbag and leaning against the window. The light shines on her face, looking like a girl who has run away from home.
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When the terminal arrived, Zero picked up her schoolbag and got off the bus. This was the limit that ordinary people could reach. She who was responsible for the reception could not sit down anymore. Zero glanced at a few people, nodded slightly, and left the subway.
car.
Lu Mingfei heard Anton let out a sigh of relief. The subway door closed. Anton stood up and led the two of them forward. Lu Mingfei followed Fingel, holding a briefcase.
Serve as a bag-carrying boy.
Along the way, different people began to gather together, including punk youths in fancy clothes, sitting in the front row, middle-aged men in suits like Fingal, and potbellied clerks.
Different people gathered together and walked towards the front of the car. According to Anton, these people were not mixed races, but ordinary people who were related to mixed races. For them, the most exciting thing was
The gameplay is to let two hounds with dragon blood fight against each other until one party decides the winner.
Beast fighting, a sport with a long history and a notorious reputation, has taken on a different kind of vitality in the hands of these people.
At the front of the car, a conductor was waiting with a smile. Fingel took out the dog-headed coin from his pocket and handed it to the conductor. The conductor tore off two tickets and handed them back, and opened the door behind him with a smile.
There was nothing there. In the darkness, a row of small lights stretched along the railway track into the distance. The two of them held their tickets, hanging far behind Anton, and trudged on the subway track.
"This scene would definitely be suitable for a shooting game." Lu Mingfei thought.