Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 20 Absolute [Rules]

The figures of the three became clearer.

After a while, Chen Yan could even see the fear that had not dissipated on their faces.

At this time, the snow on the ground has returned to the sky,
The speed and quantity of snowflakes falling also returned to the state when Chen Yan just came to the platform before——

Everything returned to the way it was before, except people.

When they entered the confines of the station, the little hooligan finally couldn't help but ask:

"We've been walking for so long, even the snow has stopped, and the next stop has already arrived. I don't know how many stations there are in this damn zoo..."

The three of them approached the station panting, and the snowfall from the sky began to increase rapidly.

When they stepped into the station with one foot, there was already heavy snow in the air.

"By North……"

The third uncle scolded a word from his hometown, shivering from the cold, and shrank his head into the shoulder of the leather jacket,

At the same time, he asked the missionary: "Did the monster catch up?"

The missionary scanned the direction he came from and the end of the road with his almost haggard eye sockets.

"Things may not be as simple as we imagined, Mr. Liang."

The third uncle was called out by him, obviously a little unhappy, and his face became more and more gloomy:
"Are you well-informed?"

Listening to the conversation between the two, the little hooligan remembered some legends from the bar in his mind.

He had heard the name of an Asian leader surnamed "Liang", but he couldn't connect the legendary man in the bar with the thin and short third uncle in front of him anyway.

There was no emotion in the missionary's eyes, but the extremely bad complexion made his temperament naturally tinged with savagery.

"People like Mr. Liang have always been the target of the hymn troupe...Mr. Liang knows about it."

The implication: don't pretend to be confused with me.

Chen Yan saw everything that happened in the station, and vaguely understood some things from the conversation between the two:
The choral group was trying to win over some big shots from the bottom of the poor, but the third uncle himself seemed not interested in the choral group, and even had a certain resistance, so he didn't take a good look at the missionaries.

Another thing Chen Yan is thinking about is:
Can people outside the public telephone booth see the people inside the public telephone booth?

He thought to himself, when the little girl passed by the public phone booth before, she didn't notice his existence——

That is to say, public phone booths are absolutely safe when facing the holder of [Tainted Blood] - [Corruption] who is on the verge of collapse.

If a public telephone booth is a qualified safe house, ordinary people should not see the situation inside the telephone booth.

A thought came to him, and the little hooligan's aimless eyes happened to glance at the public telephone booth.

The little hooligan spoke subconsciously.

"Look!"

The third uncle and the missionary looked in the direction he pointed, and immediately saw a corner of the telephone booth blocked by the bus stop sign.

Chen Yan watched the expressions of the three of them change.

what did they guess,
But didn't quite guess it.

Third Uncle turned his head and stared at the little rascal with a gloomy expression.

"Go and see if there is anyone in the phone booth."

The little hooligan took two steps back, put his hand in his pocket, and grabbed the folding fruit knife in his trouser pocket.

This time, he didn't immediately follow the third uncle's opinion, but negotiated terms with the third uncle.

"Can you tell me the name of that young man just now?"

Chen Yan's face froze.

When the little rascal was at the gate of the zoo, his attitude towards him was wrong, as if he was avoiding him.

Now, he actually asked third uncle for his information.

What is he going to do?
When did I offend such a person?

But Chen Yan thought hard, but he couldn't remember where he had provoked such a small person since he entered the empire.

Facing the little hooligan's bargaining, the third uncle's eyes flashed with suspicion, and a thought emerged in his heart: this little hooligan is interested in Pujiezai.

The third uncle didn't know what to think of, and suddenly grinned.

"His name is Chen Yan. He just came to the Empire a month ago. He now lives at No. 33 Walker Street. He is the landlord of that apartment... and an employee of Byron Weiss Zoo."

The little hooligan nodded, and wanted to ask something, but was interrupted by the third uncle.

"If you can get out of here alive."

Uncle San looked like he was smiling.

"If you can walk out of the gates of the Byron Weiss Zoo alive, you can meet me in Dirty Street."

At this moment, the little hooligan and the third uncle reached a deal that did not require any communication.

He asked in a low voice: "Your name is...Mr. Liang?"

He had just heard the missionary call third uncle.

The third uncle's eyes skipped over the missionary, a trace of impatience and viciousness flashed almost imperceptibly,

Then he said to the little hooligan: "Go to the dirty street, find anyone, just say you want to find the third master."

The little hooligan nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Immediately afterwards, he came to the public telephone booth.

The glass of the public telephone booth is one-way, and the hooligans cannot see the situation in the telephone booth.

He was silent for a moment, took out a fruit knife from his pocket with his right hand, and held the doorknob of the public telephone booth with his left hand.

Staring at the glass door of the telephone booth, the expression on his face gradually became fierce.

Chen Yan held his breath and grabbed the doorknob with both hands.

The little rascal took a deep breath.

Then give it a hard twist.

The handle is easily twisted.

The door was opened a crack.

The little hooligan slammed open the glass door, and the blizzard poured into the public telephone booth.

Blizzard instantly blocked the little hooligan's sight, making it difficult for him to see the scene inside the phone booth.

With a low growl in desperation, he took a fruit knife and slammed it into the public telephone booth!
The feeling of the fruit knife piercing the air spread to his hand.

The little hooligan was taken aback for a moment, then he opened his eyes in the blizzard.

There is nothing in the public telephone booth - except for the public telephone fixed on the glass, and snowflakes everywhere.

The expected scene did not appear, the little hooligan took two steps back in astonishment, and fell into the snow.

Chen Yan looked at the little hooligan who fell on his back, feeling bewildered.

From his perspective, the door of the public phone booth was not opened by the hooligans.

He looked down at his hands clutching the doorknob.

The doorknob wasn't even the slightest bit loose.

"what."

A weary voice came from the phone.

"For every freshman, I have to explain to them that public phone booths are absolutely safe."

He repeated three times that "public phone booths" are absolutely safe.

Chen Yan frowned: "Why?"

The sound of electricity on the phone made the sneer even more comical.

"【rule】."

The man on the phone repeated.

"[Public telephone booths are absolutely safe], for you, this is an objective rule."

"In another simple explanation:
Public phone booths through your eyes, and public phone booths through the eyes of hooligans,

Actually not the same. "

Chen Yan pondered: "It's something like a parallel space."

There was surprise in the voice on the phone: "Mr. Chen is really a smart man."

The voice on the phone became eager: "Fantastic rules of space, isn't it?"

"[The rules] are absolute and cannot be changed since birth, just like the oracle when the gods created the world."

"God said let there be light, so there is light in this world."

"Mr. Chen, are there any rules?"

He asked himself.

"Light has rules, and the rules of light are made by the gods—

The speed of light propagation, the principle of light scattering and refraction, and even the imaging of pinholes that no one has fully understood—these are the [rules] of light. "

He changed his words.

"The field of our research is beyond science—the [rules] of supernatural phenomena."

Chen Yan asked subconsciously: "Us?"

There was a chuckle mingled with obvious smugness from the phone.

"Mr. Chen, welcome to Byron Weiss."

The other party obviously didn't want to explain anymore.

Chen Yan had thousands of doubts in his heart, but he didn't know where to ask them.

Just as Chen Yan sorted out his doubts, the little hooligan got up from the snow outside the public phone booth.

He gritted his teeth and rushed into the bus stop,

Then he looked at third uncle with blank eyes.

"Mr. Liang... there is nothing in there!"

The third uncle laughed strangely: "What do you think is inside?"

The smile on his face turned gloomy in an instant: "Do you think Chen Yan is still inside?"

The missionary knew the meaning of this sentence, and the eyes he looked at the little rascal became complicated.

The third uncle asked word by word: "How can you judge that Chen Yan is still inside."

The little rascal was at a loss, countless thoughts flashed through his head, but none of them could perfectly answer third uncle's question.

The third uncle pulled that stinky face like an old dog:

"Let me answer for you: such a scene, such a weird thing, you have encountered it before, right?"

After the third uncle said this, the little hooligan's tense nerves seemed to be broken.

The most important secret he had hidden in his life was easily revealed.

Uncle San smiled.

"what's your name?"

The little hooligan puppet usually answered the third uncle's question: "William...my name is William."

Uncle San didn't ask for his last name.

"tell me."

The third uncle took a look at the direction they came from, and made sure that the little girl hadn't caught up yet.

"Tell me, what is that weird thing you've seen before?"

(End of this chapter)