Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 174 Surprise After Purification
The moon clock tower in the city center rang the bell at 8:[-] p.m., and the deafening sound wave spread to Walker Street, which still had a certain strength, so that the people were deeply disturbed.

Chen Yan couldn't hear those bells today.

The world in front of his eyes began to ripple, and his vision became blurred. There were electrical sounds in his ears that were clearly different from raving sounds. A small blunt saw cuts through the wood.

Chen Yan didn't know that he had already started to have a fever. His body temperature easily exceeded 40 degrees. If this temperature continued to rise, his brain would be in danger of burning into a ball of paste.

Fortunately he persevered.

I am Chen Yan...he silently recited these words, recalling his past memories.

Those memories are the proof that he once existed in this world, and also the most favorable evidence for him to distinguish himself from others.

But until now, those memories have been so vague that it is impossible to recall complete fragments.

Chen Yan didn't know why.

He can only recall a few scenes:
Still on the huge mountain-like ferry, the sun is high and the sails are full;

He stood on the side of the ship, surrounded by playful passengers, most of whom were well-dressed, and there were not many poor people like him;

He saw an old man with a white beard standing beside him, as if chatting with him;

Strangely, there was a dying white cat in the arms of the old man with white beard. The white cat was hiding in the arms of the old man, with its head drooping downwards, as if it had just been born, was extremely weak, and would die at any time;

The old man with the white beard hugged the white cat, as if he was saying something to him...

Chen Yan didn't understand why he recalled these things.

This is obviously a memory he has almost forgotten.

Regarding everything on the ferry, he originally didn't want to recall it, because his subconscious mind kept telling him that what happened on the way to the empire was not good.

But he still remembered—in order to fight against the parasitism of Vidya Gandhi’s memory fragments on the leather shoes, he must remember his identity and clarify his [self]——

He must know who he is, where he came from, and where he is going.

During the entire process of recalling, he realized that his will was not as fragile as the glutinous rice fruit guessed.

He vaguely realized that his will seems to have been tempered, which is not an ordinary training method, but exactly how to train and when to train, these things have gradually faded away with the burning soul, so far he has no way of knowing up.

The leather shoes fused with the soles of his feet bit by bit, until the 9 o'clock bell at the Moon Clock Tower in the city center was heard into the apartment at No. 33 Walker Street, Chen Yan still maintained the last bit of sobriety.

At 9:1, the leather shoe fully fused to the sole of his foot.

Chen Yan still maintained his will—in this difficult tug-of-war, the leather shoes consumed the last of his strength, but he still failed to win.

It has no more power.

The parasitism of leather shoes failed.

At the next moment of the parasitic failure, on the leather shoes, the last bit of personal consciousness belonging to Vidya Gandhi disappeared without a trace——

This world memory fragment was finally purified and turned into a more pure thing——become the [surprise] in the mouth of the glutinous rice fruit.

It's far from over.

When Chen Yan became more and more lucid, there were some indistinct voices in his ears, which were mixed with the sound of electric current and could not be heard clearly.

The only thing Chen Yan can be sure of is that the voice seems to come from the other end of an empty [channel], and that channel is at the bottom of his feet—in the leather shoes—in the purified world of Vidya Gandhi In memory fragments.

Chen Yan vaguely felt that this might be the "surprise" that Nuomi Guo said.

He hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't help his curiosity, and "walked" towards the other end of the [passage].

His consciousness was "cruising" in the [channel], the sound of the electric current in his ears became weaker and weaker, and the noise became stronger and stronger, until a moment later, a dim light flashed in front of his eyes, and the next moment the noise disappeared suddenly, A new scene appeared before him:

It was a rather luxurious office. Although it was only about 20 square meters, it had a ceiling over three meters high and a chandelier with countless light bulbs at a glance.

The chandelier was not lit, but there was still some dim light in the office—the light came from a 20-centimeter thick white carved candle lit on the huge desk.

Suddenly, the vision involuntarily changed.

The field of vision slowly shifted to the right, so Chen Yan saw a floor-to-ceiling mirror and "self" in the mirror.

In the mirror is a woman with bushy black eyebrows and black hair.

She looks about 20 years old, has a good face, and even in a uniform that is not tight, she can still see a hot enough figure.

Her skin was dark, but not black.

The eyes are sunken, but not weak.

The nose bridge is high, even more exaggerated than some high-nosed Lukes in the empire.

Most of all her lips—

The moment he saw her lips, Chen Yan immediately thought that her lips were exactly the same as those pink lips on the leather shoes!
The extremely fresh pink color is so recognizable.

After seeing those lips, her name was ready to be pronounced.

Vidya Gandhi.

The dean of the damned Walker Street Church School!
In an instant, the vision in front of him changed again.

Vidya Gandhi came to the desk and opened the drawer, and Chen Yan clearly saw a stack of neatly arranged papers.

On the header of those papers was written a line of cursive characters in Imperial language:

【Walker Street Church School Entrance Approval Form】

Vidya Gandhi began to search for these approval forms. In the process, Chen Yan found that almost all Asian children were marked with an X in the column of [Approval or not] on the approval form, and those who had Children with Luke names are basically O, which stands for pass.

This means sticky rice crackers are dangerous...

After searching for a while, Vidya Gandhi pulled out a list of children named [Kiran Khan], took out a "pen" slightly thicker than a pen from her pocket, and used a pen about one centimeter long "The tip of a pen" crosses the X at [whether approved or not].

The paper at X became wet, so she opened her mouth and gently blew on the wet paper.

When the paper dries, the X that was drawn with the pen just disappeared.

Chen Yan heard her chuckle triumphantly.

Then, she took out another pen - this is a rather luxurious pen, which is very valuable in Chen Yan's impression.

With this pen, she carefully marked an O at the place where the X disappeared—this O was almost exactly the same as the O on other papers!

Isn't this self-stealing!
After finishing all this, she seemed exhausted. She stood up, patted her waist, put Kieran Khan's admission approval form back, and then pushed the drawer, ready to leave.

Before he could take a step, the chandelier in the office came on.

(End of this chapter)