Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 127 The Cage
"They went ashore, killed people, robbed salt and women, and went back to their rat's nest, pretending that nothing happened-the government didn't bother to care about them, and the tax revenue contributed by the lower city was only a handful, who would What about people who don’t pay taxes?”

He didn't deliberately lower his voice, but none of the passengers around him looked at him, but only paid attention to Chen Yan, which reminded Chen Yan of one thing - discrimination.

It must be because of discrimination against Asians, so when it comes to sensitive topics such as "pirates", Asians will receive more attention.

Chen Yan was very angry because of this, and in a calm voice that was not deliberately lowered, he picked up the words of the passengers around him.

"Is it Leprosy Alley where the pirates landed?"

The surrounding passengers immediately looked over at him, and they even showed embarrassing expressions.

The things Chen Yan mentioned seemed to take off their fig leaf, exposing the unspeakable things in the naked downtown.

Someone started murmuring about his candor, but no one immediately spoke out.

The passengers around him seemed a little excited because of his conversation, and said:

"Yeah, Leprosy Lane, the damned squalor that should have disappeared long ago, a favorite spot for pirates, you know, they can't go ashore for long...

Since they entered the Smoky Lake, the curse of the Smoky Lake has been integrated into their lives, and they cannot stay on the shore for too long, or they will suffer bad luck. "

This is the second time Chen Yan has heard this word.

doom.

"What do you mean by [bad luck]?"

Chen Yan's words caused the surrounding passengers to leave him as if they were stressed, and even some people who were sitting stood up and walked away quickly.

For a moment, there was a vacuum around him—except for the passenger who was always sitting next to him.

"Bad luck..." The voice of the passenger beside him carried memories.

"It's death—their own death, the death of those around them, the death of the people in Leprosy Lane."

Chen Yan said: "Since they landed, they are already prepared to die."

The voices of the passengers around me seemed to contain suppressed excitement: "Yes! You are right! Prepare to die!"

Chen Yan suddenly felt a little lost: "Are they prepared to die just to plunder the living supplies?"

The passenger beside him sighed: "Yeah...but as criminals who prey on other people's lives, they are not worthy of pity."

Chen Yan defended himself: "I don't pity them, but I don't understand why they don't enter Yanan City in a more gentle way, find a decent job, and use the wages they earn to support themselves..."

Chen Yan couldn't continue speaking halfway through.

Those who can only earn a living as coolies, even if they enter the factory, they just survive in another painful way.

He thought of a possibility and couldn't help but say it.

"Those pirates may not be bloodthirsty by nature, but they just entered the smoky lake because they wanted to escape from this cage."

His words that he didn't deliberately suppress his voice finally attracted curses, and those well-dressed passengers uttered the "bad" tone peculiar to Imperial Lukes, and looked at Chen Yan with monster-like eyes.

Although their words were fierce, they still deliberately lowered their voices, using this as the difference between their own "civilization" and Chen Yan's "barbarism".

They controlled their lowered voices just right, not too loud and rude, but also enough for Chen Yan to hear.

"The city's looters are the underprivileged? How ridiculous."

"People in downtown died because of them, how could they be victims?"

"Some people speak for the rich, some speak for the workers, but no one speaks for the pirates. It's an incomprehensible outrage."

"Speaking of which, Asians are invaders of this land just like pirates... It's just that Asians use another way."

"It is the greatest absurdity to cover up [crime] with [injustice]!"

"If you think Yanan City is not good, build it;

If you feel that the officials are not good, you will go to the election and implement your own political views;

If you feel that the workers are not qualified, start from yourself to become a qualified worker;
Instead of blindly accusing, cursing, complaining, and..."

Chen Yan looked at the swaying figures in the first half of the steam bus, and felt throbbing pains from the pineal gland. The evening sun shone on them, and Chen Yan suddenly saw a group of deformed monsters with ugly faces.

Another daze, but they turned back into gentlemen in suits and leather shoes, and ladies in mink fur and high heels.

……

In a moment, the pain in the pineal gland stopped, and Chen Yan's consciousness gradually stabilized.

After recovering, the first thought in Chen Yan's head was not knowing why they were so excited.

He glanced at the passengers beside him.

The guy looked at the gradually darkening snow scene outside the window, and made a low, mocking voice.

Chen Yan realized that he finally lowered his voice.

"The situation is different this time. The pirates went ashore, but they didn't kill people or plunder supplies."

"They shuttled among the towering corner buildings in the lower city, frantically looking for someone."

"Some people say that they actually came to look for the [Holy Son] based on the revelation of the sacrifice on the smoky lake."

"They say that kid will change things for the pirates, that kid will give them the right to live ashore forever without bad luck."

Chen Yan asked in a low voice: "Where are they gathered?"

The man replied: "Of course it is Leprosy Alley. They dare not go deep into Yanan City, because there is an army defense line on the edge of Leprosy Alley. Once they get close to the defense line, they will be hit by thermal weapons."

"Pirates are also mortal bodies, and a single peanut can blow their heads off!"

Leprosy Lane...

Chen Yan glanced out the window and stood up hastily.

"I'm at my stop...Thank you for your answer."

The man sat there with a smile on his face in the shadows. After taking off his hat to greet him, he put on his hat and looked at the snow scene outside the window as if no one else was there.

The 306 steam bus stops at the bus stop on Walker Street.

Chen Yan got out of the car, and there were muffled voices of discussion behind him.

"That person is so strange..."

"Yeah, why keep talking to myself, it's scary!"

"It's a neuropathy!"

Talk to yourself?

When Chen Yan was blown by the cold wind, his whole body became alert and completely woke up.

He quickly turned around and looked at the steam bus, only to see that there was nothing beside the seat where he was sitting just now. How could there be any passengers wearing hats?
He regained his composure, only feeling his hands and feet were cold.

Did that voice just now... come from someone who doesn't exist? !
He realized that in the unstable situation just now, he had unconsciously activated his spiritual vision, saw the existence of inhumans, and heard voices that did not exist in the mortal world.

He froze in place, recalling the conversation just now, and it took him a long time to be woken up by another gust of cold wind, and he walked towards the apartment at No. 33 Walker Street with a slightly staggering footsteps.

(End of this chapter)