Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 2 White High Heels

Wardfak, Yanan City.

September 11, rain.

There are few pedestrians on the streets in the deep winter.

In a dark alley out of streetlights, Geralt put a thin rusty wire into the keyhole of a certain door and twisted it lightly.

"clatter."

There was a slight knocking sound from the lock cylinder, and the door was easily opened.

Geralt grinned silently.

The smile cracked his dry, stained lips, revealing streaks of blood.

Most Asian houses do not employ housekeepers.

Those stingy yellow skins are even more stingy than Lin Jing.

Not to mention asking for a housekeeper, even the time to turn on the lights every night must be accurate to the minute, which is really...unbelievable.

Geralt gently locked the door behind his back, feeling a little excited inside.

This caused him to feel a little dry in his mouth.

He took out a dry cigarette butt from his pocket and chewed it slowly in his mouth.

When the last bit of astringency has dissipated, the cigarette butt is placed under the tongue.

Geralt walked lightly in the corridor covered with "black velvet" carpets, recalling the results of his "stepping on the spot" in his head these days:

This is the old town of Yanan City, No. 33 Walker Street.

A three-story apartment.

The apartment has three floors, five rooms on each floor, and a common washroom.

This three-story apartment building is unknown when it was built, and the building has been seriously aged.

The white paint on the exterior wall has fallen off, and a large dark green creeper has encroached on the entire south wall.

According to Geralt's conservative judgment, the wall had been completely destroyed by the creeper's root system.

As long as there is a heavy rain, the whole surface may collapse.

Even the worst coal miner would think carefully before renting this apartment.

Only the most stingy Asian would buy such a house.

Geralt has deep hostility towards Asians,
Because those guys took the places that belonged to him and made the money that should belong to him.

Since the empire opened up immigration, those yellow-skinned guys have poured in,

And quickly take root in the greatest land in the world.

They are different from all the people in this land.

As long as it is a profitable job, they will do anything.

And no matter what you do, you are extremely desperate.

Geralt turned his eyes to look at the arrangement in the hall, and licked the cigarette butt under his tongue by the way, even though it had no smell at all.

If it wasn't for an Asian boy who took his job selling cigarettes, he would still be able to live well without being a thief——

As long as he sells 10 cigarettes a day, his boss will use two brand-new "Bonin Evening News" to wrap odd coins worth 1 pound in the first two days of each month and put them in his small handbag where he sells cigarettes every day. in the box.

The £1 coins and notes, smelling of fresh ink, were enough for a month to eat brown bread with bacon, drink some savory mush, and live in a youth apartment with shuttered windows.

Everything was ruined by a yellow-skinned kid.

Geralt chewed the cigarette butts unconsciously, but he still couldn't imagine how the boy sold 200 cigarettes in one day.

He stopped himself from thinking about it any further.

Today is to make money.

He wants to take back everything Asians have taken from him.

Going lightly, he came to the living room, where Geralt noticed a picture frame in the most conspicuous place.

On the photo frame are two young Asians.

Geralt couldn't tell the age of the Asians, but felt that the two of them looked very young.

The one on the left is the owner of this apartment.

When Geralt stepped on the spot, he had already figured out his daily routine.

He would often be out at 6am, leaving Walker Street with the workers.

He did not go to the industrial area of ​​Yanan City with the workers, but left by steam bus No. 108.

All Geralt knew was that the bus was bound for the city center.

He did not follow,

Because, the fare of steam bus No. 108 is enough for him to buy a piece of buttered brown bread with two slices of bacon.

The man leaves at 6:[-] in the morning,
Take the last No. 108 steam bus back,
Get off at 10:10 p.m.,
Entered the house at 10:18 p.m.

For 35 consecutive days, the daily time fluctuation is within 5 minutes.

Geralt remembered an advanced word.

self-discipline.

Thinking of this, he turned his head to look at the hanging clock on the north side of the hall.

It's 9:[-] p.m. sharp.

There is still 1 hour and 18 minutes before the owner of the apartment returns.

Enough for him to search the entire apartment, and even sleep on the owner's soft bed for half an hour!

Geralt smiled even though a smile would break chapped lips.

He looked at the one on the right in the photo album.

The person was obviously a girl with long hair, holding the arm of the owner of the apartment, with her head tilted slightly, leaning on his shoulder.

The background of the two is white clouds and the sea - this photo was taken on a certain steamship.

Strangely, the girl has no face.

To be precise, her face was smeared with ink, making it impossible to see her face clearly.

Geralt sneered.

He is used to seeing wealthy businessmen with yellow skins who find new lovers after they get rich.

I brought those yellow-skinned girls with thin arms and thin legs from my hometown,

Nothing can compare to the young girl of the empire who is hot and hospitable.

People with yellow skin love the new and dislike the old,

The owner of this apartment is obviously no exception.

Judging from this photo, the owner of this apartment, the yellow-skinned man, must be struggling inwardly.

Geralt thought.

He must be convincing himself not to think about the girl he used to be, not to see the girl he used to be.

He scratched the face on the girl's photo just because he didn't want to see the girl again.

And keeping this photo is to remember the old love in my heart.

Hey, I have seen a lot of yellow skin like this.

He went to the desk in the corner and found a penny on the table.

1 pound = 50 shillings
1 shilling = 120 pence
You can't even buy a piece of brown bread for a penny.

The poor two coins obviously couldn't satisfy his appetite, so he opened the first drawer under the table.

There was no money in the drawer, only a note.

Geralt picked up the note and saw it read:

[From 10 am to 10 pm, you are not allowed to be at home. 】

His face changed.

What does this note mean.

Why can't you be at home during this time period?

It's 9:[-] pm sharp, right in that time slot!

Geralt turned sharply and looked around.

The original normal room seems to be a little different,

The darkness in the corner seems to be creeping strangely,

The flickering light on the carpet through the window screen also seemed dimmer than before.

Other than that, nothing else appeared.

Fuck, play tricks!Scare me!

Furious at his sudden terror, he tore the note to shreds and tossed it aside.

Raise your hand and pull out the second drawer.

[If you are at home from 10 am to 10 pm, please turn on the lights.

And on the back of this note, write your name, and put the note in your pocket. 】

Geralt swallowed hard, and threw the note away like an electric shock.

Nervously glanced around, but did not find the light switch,
Geralt subconsciously looked up, only to see that there was no chandelier on the ceiling of the room!

There is no light in this damn room!

Oh shit!Take the money and leave!

After squatting for a whole week, Geralt couldn't allow himself to get nothing.

He crouched down and pulled out the third drawer.

There was also only a note in the drawer.

There are only three simple words on the note.

[Please turn around. 】

Geralt's heart beat a beat slower when he saw these three words.

Beads of sweat the size of soybeans flowed down his cheeks and into the patched yellow woolen sweater.

It was his cold sweat of fear.

The only sound in the room was the pendulum.

tick tick tick tick tick
Swallowing hard, he suddenly lowered his head and looked for the previous note.

Intuition told him that he needed to write his name on it, otherwise there would be unexpected consequences.

But the strange thing is that he obviously threw the note aside, but now he can't find it.

He was lying on the ground looking for the note, trembling all over, almost insane.

Suddenly, he stopped.

Because a pair of feet appeared in front of him.

Wearing white high heels on the feet.

(End of this chapter)