Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 171 Life Form Transcendent

The steam engine didn't give him enough time.

A few seconds of cranky thinking passed, and the steam bus arrived.

The exhaust sound of the air pressure valve exploded in my ears, the door opened, and Chen Yan raised his head blankly, just in time to meet the eyes of the passengers in the carriage.

Today, there are so many people commuting on the steam bus that almost fills the entire compartment.

They looked at the way he was sitting on the bench, wriggling his feet, and then saw the leather shoes on his feet.

Someone who has something to do suddenly yelled: "Fuck! Pervert!"

Chen Yan blushed in embarrassment: "I'm not! I'm not! Don't talk nonsense!"

The confrontation attracted more curious gazes, and the passengers in the carriage looked more and more at Chen Yan, and the embarrassing voices of people who wanted to commit suicide appeared in Chen Yan's ears.

"It's a transvestite... There really are such people in the empire... I thought it only existed in novels."

"Maybe he's just a performance artist."

"Performance artist who wanders around Central Park on a winter evening in women's shoes?"

"This kind of character design has never existed in the empire... Why do I feel that this person is going to be popular... Do you want to go up and ask for an autograph? Maybe you can sell it for a good price in the future."

"..."

Chen Yan originally wanted to leave, but the foot wearing the leather shoe was out of control. He just stood up, as if he was about to fall.

Just when the embarrassment was about to reach the next peak, a vigorous voice suddenly came from the front of the car:

"Holy light! Let that poor man go! Is there no one who can help him? What happened to the Luke people who are always helpful?!"

Chen Yan looked at the rearview mirror next to the front of the car, just in time to see Donald wearing a red hat from the rearview mirror.

Donald was frowning tightly, with a serious expression, and his rosy skin combined with this expression made him look like he was constantly serious and angry.

Two young men walked out of the carriage with smiles and helped Chen Yan get into the carriage.

One of them whispered in his ear: "Don't feel embarrassed, the imperial people are free, transvestism is just a hobby, everyone has various hobbies."

Chen Yan opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say the words "I'm not".

Fortunately, after getting in the car, people stopped judging him.

Even better, the guy who was about to sign the autograph just now didn't show up either, it seemed that Chen Yan didn't have enough "commercial value".

Chen Yan hid in the chatter of people in the carriage and spent the longest 6 minutes of his life.

The No. 306 steam bus stopped at the bus stop on Walker Street, Chen Yan jumped out of the bus, and staggered towards apartment No. 33 as if fleeing.

Fortunately, the night had completely fallen, and the vision on the street was dim, and the migrant workers who were not working in the factory returned home early, and none of the few pedestrians on the street could notice the ladies' leather shoes on his feet.

Chen Yan limped home, opened the door, smelled the smell of bread coming from the kitchen, and almost wept with joy.

"Yan Jun is back!"

Ogami yawned and came out of the kitchen, seeing the women's shoes on Chen Yan's feet, his eyes were complicated.

"Yanjun, you..."

Chen Yanren had to explain clearly for himself: "I'm entangled by this strange thing! Help me find out!"

The glutinous rice fruit who heard the sound also came out of the kitchen, and the three of them came to the hall, lighting the not-so-bright kerosene lantern, and looked at the lady's leather shoes on Chen Yan's feet.

"Huh! They don't seem to be ordinary shoes!" Nuomi Guo focused his eyes on Chen Yan's feet, and his voice was surprised.

Listening to her tone, Chen Yan suddenly had hope in his heart: "Do you know what this thing is?"

Nuomi Guo's face became serious: "I have never seen such a thing before, I just feel that this thing is somewhat similar to some legendary items."

As soon as Chen Yan heard that there was something interesting, she immediately told her what happened today.

"That's it..." Nuomi Guo's eyes were complicated: "Yan Jun is really lucky."

Chen Yan bit the bullet and asked, "How?"

Nuomi Guo seemed to change the subject and asked a strange question: "Yan Jun, what do you think the world was created from?"

When Chen Yan heard this question, she subconsciously remembered what the girl said when she saw the world through the vision of desire.

[The world has recorded everything in the past endless time...all these constitute the world that existed in endless time. 】

He didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, so he could only tentatively answer Nuomi Guo's question: "Creator God?"

He immediately denied his answer: "No, no one has ever seen a god, and the so-called miracles are almost all deceptive tricks. The world should not be created by the gods."

Nuomi Guo nodded, and answered him in an affirmative tone: "Yes, the so-called gods are just a group of extraordinary people who have mastered extraordinary knowledge and completed the evolution of life forms."

She asked: "Yan Jun, do you think the world has memory?"

Chen Yan thought of those "real" memory fragments of the world, as well as the leather shoes on his feet made of Vidya Gandhi's memory fragments, and felt that he could answer this question with certainty:
"I think so."

The expression on Nuomi Guo's face was very pleased: "Yan Jun can answer this question with such certainty, he is already much better than most people."

Chen Yan's expression was bright, but fortunately it was already night and the kerosene lantern was not too bright, so Nuomi Guo didn't see the embarrassment on his face.

He can answer this question only because he has witnessed it “with his own eyes”—through the vision of desire.

Glutinous Rice Fruit turned his head to look at the weak wick of the kerosene lantern, and his eyes wandered to nowhere.

"It was recorded on the inscriptions of the Deep Sea Age that after the world fell into darkness, there were still existences similar to 'life', surviving in [Great Fear].

They used to be humans, and when the world lost its light, they became [wandering souls] in a sense.

Those souls wandering in the apocalypse are lonely and helpless, and they may die at any time, so they want to continue to exist—just like human beings regard eternal life as the ultimate goal.

The ubiquitous dangers of the deep sea age make them invisible, and most of them even die sooner or later.

But they can still continue their lives in another way - by recording everything they have experienced in various carriers:

Carvings on steles, songs under the deep sea, heritable biomass, mitochondria with self-awareness...

They leave their traces in the world as much as possible, and [survive] in this form-they think that if they can leave their traces in the world, it is tantamount to achieving [eternal life].

They worship a complex and groundless [Totem of Consciousness]. The original body of that totem is called [Spirit of the Universe], which is a [Life Form Transcendent] that does not exist in this world. "

(End of this chapter)