Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 134 Inviolable Rules

"Why is this?" Chen Yan seemed to be talking to himself: "Because you have been bullied by him for long enough, because you wanted to die a long time ago, but you didn't dare to commit suicide, so you can only live cowardly and live cowardly. It's not like a person."

The old man held his head in his remaining skinny hand, whimpering inhumanly.

Such a move did not arouse Chen Yan's pity.

"Although you are incompetent, you still have some kind of power - you guard this house, at least you can refuse relief from outside - in this way, Big Billy will lose medicine and food, and you will achieve your goal of revenge .”

The old guy showed resentment in his eyes, and cursed in a low voice in the language of an unknown race, which made Chen Yan realize that he was not a native Luke of the empire, but an immigrant from outside.

Chen Yan whispered to himself.

"Actually, bullying an old guy who is dying is not a skill...

But I have nothing to do...

I don't have a gun, and I can't stomp on someone's palms and wrists...

A petty citizen like me doesn't understand any major principles. He only knows that when a person commits an unforgivable crime, he has to pay the price... Whether the person is an ordinary old man or an old hooligan, a sin is a sin.

Am I right? "

After a few thoughts passed, the sound of footsteps came from my ears.

Footsteps came from the other side of the corridor, steady and heavy.

A blond figure in a police uniform appeared outside the door a moment later.

Clyne Justus has arrived.

Alone.

He walks through the door, and things are visibly not right.

"What about the two children?"

He even ignored Ogami and turned his attention to Chen Yan.

His voice was a little mechanical, and he couldn't hear the original stability.

Chen Yan looked at him, and then turned his gaze to the big bed in the room.

The muscles on Klein's face twitched, and his eyes were in a trance for a moment.

Chen Yan keenly caught his tranced eyes, and realized that he already understood the crime that happened in this room.

The huge and muscular figure looked a little stooped at this moment.

He took out a notebook and a pen from the pocket of the police uniform, and came to the old guy.

Chen Yan saw exploding veins on the back of his hand, he was obviously trying to restrain himself.

"Name."

The old guy was grinning like he was about to sneer, having seen plenty of cops in his long life and knew how they did things.

"Big Billy paid the protection fee."

He emphasized: "You shouldn't enter this building wearing this skin... No matter where you come from, you have to follow the rules!"

Klein looked down at him for two seconds, raised his foot, and stepped on it.

The wailing sound resounded in the corridor again.

Klein withdrew his foot from his other arm.

"Name."

The old guy propped his forehead on the ground, his nose and tears mixed together, covering his whole face.

Seeing that he was still silent, Klein turned to look at Chen Yan.

Chen Yan said: "It's an old hooligan."

Klein understood what Chen Yan meant: he didn't know the old guy's name either.

The expression on Klein's face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

"I've seen a lot of people like that."

Klein seemed to be talking to Chen Yan.

"Some of them don't have names, and even have no surnames since they were born. People around them call them by their nicknames—Little Johnny and Little George."

"When they're older, if they're promising, their names will be Big Johnny, Big George."

"If they didn't grow up to be good, people would put bad names in front of their names - Johnny the Dog, Johnny the Drunkard, Johnny the Eunuch."

"Downtown has always been like this, no one can save them, these nasty bedbugs..."

He seemed to be talking to himself:

"What on earth is your name..."

Chen Yan at the side suddenly said:

"His name is Johnny Jones."

Klein froze for a moment, then suddenly turned his head to stare at Chen Yan.

Chen Yan met his gaze without fear.

The atmosphere suddenly stiffened, and the two knew each other's thoughts well.

Ohgami put his hands on his chest down and stuffed them into his trouser pockets.

Klein withdrew his deadly gaze.

He wrote the name Johnny Jones in his notebook.

"Johnny Jones, aged 57, lives in Room 219, third floor, Building 307, Dirty Street, crime verified: homicide."

He took back his notebook, took off a pair of shackles from the black belt at the back of the wide police uniform, bent down, and handcuffed the old guy's already trampled wrists.

"Actually." Chen Yan interrupted Klein's movements in a calm tone, "He is not the only murderer."

He immediately told what he had learned about the house.

After hearing this, Klein frowned.

He seemed to frown so often that a deep "Chuan" line appeared between his eyes.

"I can't control so much."

Klein's voice was stiff, and his previous strength was gone.

"Every neighborhood has its own police station, and arresting people across the block is already a very serious law enforcement violation...I can't arrest many people here."

Chen Yan was a little surprised by his attitude, and he said extremely mocking words in a non-sarcastic tone: "I thought Officer Klein Justus was not afraid of anything!"

Klein's face was gloomy: "Is that some kind of Asian slang... I'm not afraid, it's just that there are specific rules everywhere. If you don't follow the rules, you will be punished."

"That's not a punishment you and I can bear, Mr. Yan."

"Everything must be done in accordance with the established rules, which are the basis for the operation of this society, and everyone must strictly abide by it and not overstep it."

"The Conservatives have proven over the past few decades that there is nothing better for all than the existing rules ... Even if it costs some people, there is no better alternative."

"I can punch a drunk man in the jaw because he's holding half a bottle and I reasonably think he might be doing someone else a disservice - in my turf, I'm perfectly fine with that."

"But this isn't Walker Street."

There was an imperceptible loneliness in his expression.

Chen Yan heard the meaning of his words, and felt a little unbelievable because of this:

"Are you going to let that Big Billy go? The real murderer!"

The seriousness escaping from Klein's body almost condensed the air.

"I will notify my colleague in Dirty Street, and wait for him to arrest the murderer."

Chen Yan asked: "And then? What about the children?"

Klein lowered his head: "I will bury them and put up a tombstone."

Chen Yan pointed to the door: "I'm talking about the other children in this building, don't pretend to be stupid, you know that each of them lives in such an environment!"

Klein didn't answer this time, but turned his head to look into Chen Yan's eyes.

Chen Yan looked at him without fear.

The frozen atmosphere was almost suffocating.

After a while, Klein Justus spoke.

"You are really a great good man, Mr. Yan, a pedantic, stupid good man—the more ignorant you are, the more fearless you are. You don't know what this empire is, and because you are young enough, you don't have fear in your heart.

Actually, you don't understand anything. "

His answer raised Chen Yan's blood pressure.

(End of this chapter)