Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 176 The Power of the World

The church school is on the westernmost side of Walker Street. The school site is next to an opera house called "Dolphin Covenant". Although it was already nine o'clock in the evening, because the opera house was open until the early morning, the school was still lit up. brightly lit.

Vidya Gandhi returned to the teacher's apartment, washed up hastily, and then fell asleep.

After about 15 minutes, when Vidya Gandhi fell into a deep sleep, her eyes suddenly opened.

The eyes that opened in sleep no longer had the light brown pupils before—Vidya Gandhi's pupils had turned into a dark brown close to black—that did not belong to her pupils.

She sat up from the bed, stretched out her hands with a face full of surprise, and looked at every line on the palm of "herself" with curious eyes by the moonlight shining into the room through the gap in the curtains.

"Is it still possible to do this..."

She came to the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the room and looked at every corner of "herself" - she could clearly feel every corner of this body, even more sensitive than the original owner himself.

"Now, am I temporarily taking over this body?"

When Vidya Gandhi's own spirit fell into a deep sleep, another soul hiding here took over the control of this body——

Chen Yan can control her body now!

The perspective in front of Chen Yan is very strange, it is not No.1 point of view, but the third person point of view - the back of Vidya Gandhi's head is in his field of vision.

He tried to move his vision, and immediately found that the limit distance for zooming in is "Vidya Gandhi's own first perspective", and the limit distance for zooming out is "no more than 2 meters around the body. .”

In addition to changing the distance, the field of view can also be rotated in all directions.

Vidya Gandhi's movements moved with his thoughts, so smooth that he could respond to any of his thoughts with a delay of no more than half a second.

It was a strange feeling.

Chen Yan thought for a while, the current situation should be because Vidya Gandhi's consciousness fell into sleep, and his spirit was completely defenseless, so he was able to sneak in and take over the control of her body.

But he moved so much, wouldn't she wake up?
Chen Yan feels that if there is a strong stimulus from the outside world, the stimulus is strong enough for Vidya Gandhi to wake up, and he may lose control of this body immediately——

There is no basis for these speculations, but Chen Yan's conclusions based on his past experience.

He zoomed out to a distance of 2 meters and began to look at Vidya Gandhi's room.

It is said to be a teacher's apartment, but in fact the size of a single room is quite large, even larger than the bedroom of the apartment at No. 33 Chen Yan Walker Street.

On the left is a separate washroom, on the right is a cloakroom, behind is the kitchen, and where Vidya Gandhi is standing now is the reception room that has been transformed into a study.

When Chen Yan was talking to the leather shoes at the bus stop, she thought that Vidya Gandhi should be a fat woman weighing more than two hundred catties. Although her voice was not unpleasant, it must be quite greasy.

After seeing it, I realized that although Vidya Gandhi herself looks strange, but from the perspective of normal people's aesthetics, she is actually quite beautiful——

Even compared to the blond-haired and blue-eyed Luke people in the empire, or the Suka Britons who came from the snowy plains in the northeast and were known for their youth and beauty, they basically did not lose.

She is a beautiful woman who has no bottom line and is full of viciousness...

It's much scarier than the vicious fat woman born from the heart.

He went to the desk in the room and turned the switch of the kerosene lamp.

With a flash of sparks, the wick of the kerosene lamp was lit.

The desk was in a mess. Chen Yan pushed away the small clothes scattered in front of him, and saw various documents stacked together.

Almost all of these documents are official documents of church schools, including school year plans, admission guidelines, school week arrangements, subject lesson plans...

He rummaged aimlessly for a while, and suddenly saw a different notebook.

One side of the notebook's pages was locked with a three-digit code lock, and the order of the code locks had obviously been disrupted, so Chen Yan couldn't open it directly.

What is the password?

After Chen Yan had this thought in his mind, a memory that did not belong to him suddenly appeared in his mind.

【696】

Huh?Where did this memory come from?
Chen Yan stretched out his hand, adjusted the dubious wave code lock to the position of 696, and then pressed the switch——

In the darkness, there was a slight "click" sound of metal machine extensions biting, and the combination lock opened in response.

This!
Can I mobilize her memory at will? !
Realizing the feasibility of this matter, Chen Yan was pleasantly surprised.

In this way, doesn't Vidya Gandhi become completely transparent to me without privacy?
Although it is useless for me to ask for this information, it feels so cool for no reason!

He immediately wanted to recall the past about Vidya Gandhi.

But this time, no more memories came to mind.

Huh?No effect?

How is this going?

Will the function of spying on other people's memories through world memory fragments fail indirectly...

Chen Yan opened the diary in doubt, and saw that the diary was filled with dense, ant-sized unknown words, which were not the language of Asians, let alone the imperial language—it was the unique language of Vidya Gandhi's hometown.

The idea of ​​"I want to understand" naturally appeared in Chen Yan's head.

The next moment, the small characters on the notebook in front of him formed a series of specific concepts in his mind.

"October 10 was sunny, the day of landing. "

Chen Yan didn't look down immediately because he realized one thing:

When he saw the combination lock, the memory of the combination lock appeared.

When he wanted to know Vidya Gandhi's past memory, the past memory did not come up.

When he saw the languages ​​of Vidya Gandhi's homeland, knowledge of these languages ​​came about.

Can I be sure of one thing: Only when I [see] something specific about Vidya Gandhi [through my immediate vision] can I get the memory of her.

He wanted to test this conjecture and thought to himself: 'I would like to know what year the 10th of October is in the diary. '

After he finished thinking, he waited quietly for three seconds.

No more memories appear.

He looked at the next diary.

"I will never forget this day. "

When seeing this sentence, a certain date and some memories about this date immediately appeared in Chen Yan's head:
On October 10th of the old deep sea year, the expedition team from the former site of the deep sea era in the extreme south returned, and the pier was in chaos because there was no one on the docked ships.

The empire was in a great panic, and the coastal police force was fully mobilized to the expedition ferry, and we were able to pass through customs without incident.

(End of this chapter)