Regardless of the eyes of the people around, Chen Ke and Shen Yun walked into the subway station under the leadership of a member of the management bureau.

Following the steps down, orange warning lights flashed, and both sides of the passage were busy. The management team wearing strange suits gave people a feeling of tension.

The subway station in Shinjuku is like an underground maze. Just now, the subway was completely shut down, and tens of thousands of people were placed in the subway station, and they were not allowed to go to the ground. In the passage, there were green and blue indicator lights, which stretched along the rails all the way to the darkness. Chen Ke saw that there was a small equipment like an air humidifier every few meters on the wall. That thing was probably used to create barriers.

The toll station was set in a free mode, unobstructed, and people kept walking in through the entrance of the passage. The people who were cursing and protesting on the street just now stopped making loud noises after they came down one after another.

They lined up along the wall to make way for others. Some people started calling for safety, and some were looking for a place for relatives. There were many people on the scene, but they were terrible and quiet, and everything seemed orderly.

Chen Ke and Shen Yun walked to the innermost platform. They were the first batch of them, so they could find a seat in the innermost area. He asked Shen Yun to sit down, and then checked Shen Yun's injuries on his thigh.

"The wound is not a big problem. It has already scabbed, but it will leave ugly scars. You can't wear stockings in the future." Chen Ke said.

"Oh, my fleshy legs." Shen Yun's whole face turned into a word of embarrassment.

"At least I'm not dead, think about Bob." Chen Ke said.

"Well, if it weren't for Mr. Chen, I would have been so handsome now." Shen Yun sighed.

"You girl... didn't learn so many strange words?" Chen Ke said.

"I thought it was a very simple task, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this." Shen Yun said

"It is impossible for people to always have good luck, and I have never had good luck." Chen Ke replied.

"Well, I'll call Tong Lang and see what's going on over there." Shen Yun took out his phone and the screen had broken, but fortunately there was a signal here, so it could still be used.

Chen Ke stood up and let Shen Yun be busy himself. He used his spiritual vision and left eye to scan the surroundings. The management bureau arranged it well. It was indeed very safe here. There were people inside and outside, and the isolation position was also well operated. The shadows of those monsters disappeared after entering the exit range.

"Please don't panic. The Administration has controlled the situation. The crisis will be lifted soon. Please walk quietly in the subway station shelter. The Self-Defense Force will provide you with necessary material assistance. If your relatives are not around, you can come here to register. The Administration will help you find and confirm the location..."

A female self-defense member spoke at the stairs with a horn to calm the public's emotions. A team of self-defense forces with live ammunition came in from the stairs. The weapon they used was a riot gun. It seemed that they were not targeting monsters, but to maintain underground public order.

At this time, the lights in the subway station flashed a few times, and the residents looked up.

"Don't panic, maybe it's because the power supply system is a bit overloaded." The female Self-Defense Force member held the speaker and comforted her.

"What's the west? What's the west?" Shen Yun sat in the corner, his voice a little loud.

"What's wrong? The signal is not good?" Chen Ke asked.

"Well. It's obviously full and it's opened, but the sound is intermittent." Shen Yun replied.

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When will the cherry blossoms smell?

When a young child is born...

When will the cherry blossoms fly?

When young children fall asleep

When will the cherry blossoms wither?

When a young child ascends to heaven…”

The singing was resentful, but there was a hint of sadness, which was repeated constantly, with a crying voice, as if a mother had bid farewell to her baby who had died again.
Chapter completed!