Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 266 The Messenger of the Pure Land in the Past

The tunnel illuminated by the pale searchlights was empty, and the collapsed concrete stone pillars leaned against the messy ruins. The edge of the half-repaired platform next to the ruins was covered with bloody handprints of various shapes and sizes.

The yellow safety isolation tape pulled next to the collapsed wall was printed with the words "Do not approach" in big words. Behind the isolation tape, there was a dim figure looming in the crack of the half-closed safety door.

Chen Yan subconsciously wanted to see the figure clearly, and the figure in the crack of the door seemed to raise its head.

At the moment before the eyes of the two were about to meet, Chen Yan's vision changed again——

The surrounding sky is bright, the conversations of the passengers on the steam bus can be heard, and the scorching smell of coal burning in the steam engine can be heard in the nostrils, everything is so real——

This seemed to be false to what he had seen before.

Chen Yan looked around blankly, only to see that the steam bus had already left the block where Miskatonic University was located, and the weird campus surrounded by black pine trees gradually faded away until it was surrounded by other people on the high street. Buildings cover up and disappear.

What did I just see?
Chen Yan came back to his senses, and it took only a second to make the decision "I will never come to Miskatonic University again in this life".

What a postgraduate quota, go to hell!Even if you post back, I will never come again!

Chen Yan cursed fiercely in his heart for a while, and finally dispelled the chill all over his body.

If you need to contact Miss Turin in the future, just use the phone.

Chen Yan immediately thought of Alice's face that appeared in the back of Miss Du Ling's head.

What the hell is going on with her...

He recalled the contents of the note that the note killer had left on his pillow, and exhaled lightly.

To achieve his goal, Miss Turin...or Miss Alice, as the holder of the key to the gate of the zoo, is a crucial link.

He had to face her directly.

Chen Yan never dreamed that he would have such an encounter today. The successive grotesque scenes of deformity and horror were so disturbing that they left a huge shadow in his heart.

'Hope you don't have nightmares tonight...'

He looked down at his watch, and it was already 1 o'clock at noon, so he got off at the next bus stop, changed to another steam bus, and came to the church school on the westernmost side of Walker Street.

Because there is a missionary school and a well-known "Dolphin Covenant" opera house here, the surrounding supporting infrastructure is very complete, restaurants and hotels are everywhere, and entertainment restaurants such as playing billiards and poker are also repeatedly prohibited. Girls also haunt here.

Students have always been one of the main consumer groups of these entertainment venues.

What is more interesting is that missionary schools were originally public welfare schools for children from poor families.

Even if those poor children work part-time and study, they can barely maintain their own lives. How can they have spare money to spend in these entertainment venues?
People who like to listen to opera will also not come to this kind of place for consumption.

But these entertainment venues are still built, and they are operating quite well.

So, who are the people who support these entertainment places?
Thinking of this, Chen Yan sneered, and followed the dense crowd into the church school.

The auditorium of the church school is also the prayer chapel for the "Song Prayer Day".

On Sunday, the students of church schools are on holiday, and at the same time, church schools are open to the whole society, and a free lunch is provided to people, so that the priests of the school can take this opportunity to lead the people to pray to the "Holy Light" and pass The free lunch made the public feel the grace of the "Holy Light".

This has led to quite a lot of people coming to church schools to eat free meals today. A large number of workers from the rural areas around Yanan City gather on the west side of Walker Street. Those people usually only eat two meals a day, and only Sunday can Relying on the meals of the missionary school to fill their stomachs, for them, they really felt the "blessing" of the Holy Light.

When Chen Yan knew about these things, she subconsciously wondered whether the current salary level of the workers in Yanan City was due to the hymn troupe colluding with the factory owners to "control" it to a certain extent, causing the workers to be able to eat You can afford two meals without starving to death.

In this case, the workers have a great incentive to eat extra meals every Sunday.

In this way, factory owners got cheap labor, choirs got devout followers, and workers got a chance to eat on Sunday.

Triple win.

Chen Yan looked at the crowds rushing into the church school, cursed "It's so fucking shabby", then followed the crowd into the church school, and received a free lunch in the auditorium——

A small chicken drumstick smothered in watery curry, a heap of brown rice, a small box of mint goo soup in a cheap plastic box that stinks of volatile compounds.

For the poor, such a lunch is really a hearty one.

Chen Yan really didn't dare to drink the soup in the plastic box. He only took two bites of chicken drumsticks and a few mouthfuls of brown rice, and took a chance to sneak out of the auditorium.

According to the memory of the time when I crossed into the head of Vidya Gandhi, I walked through the campus, came to the office building, went straight to the third floor, came to the door of the office where "Teaching Room" was hung, and knocked on the open door.

A serious face lifted up from the stacked books, with a stern look on his face: "If you want to eat, go to the auditorium, this is not a place to eat!"

It appears that this is not the first time workers have stumbled into an office building by mistake.

Chen Yan looked at Vidya Gandhi's stern face and sighed inwardly.

The last time I saw it in the mirror, this time I didn’t look in the mirror, and I almost didn’t recognize him after wearing this outfit.

Chen Yan intentionally wanted to tease her, so he put on a serious dead face, coupled with a nervous look in his eyes, imitating the tone in her diary that he had seen before, and said in a low voice:

"The pure land of the past is above."

Vidya Gandhi's face froze, and the stern look on his face faded away in the next moment, gradually turning into bewildered astonishment.

"Pure land of the past... My brother, do you need any help?"

By the time she finished speaking, the astonishment on her face had turned into sincere eagerness.

Chen Yan confirmed one thing from her reaction:

This so-called [pure land of the past] seems to exist like a certain sect, and its believers maintain a [special relationship], which allows believers to help each other...

Or maybe, "mutual help" is one of the dogmas of [Pure Land of the Past]?

What a surprise!
Chen Yan originally just wanted to tease her, but he didn't expect to find out more things.

He was totally unprepared for such a situation, and if he continued the conversation, he must reveal his secrets, and leaving as soon as possible was the best choice.

but……

Chen Yan couldn't hold back all of a sudden, and made up a sentence in a strange way: "Arhat knows the suffering you have endured, and heard the prayers from believers in the empire. He will come someday."

He said these words without thinking about the consequences at all, and they were all improvised.

If you reveal your secrets, you will be kicked out by Vidya Gandhi at worst.

But if successful, he may be able to have a lot of gains.

Empty glove white wolf!
(End of this chapter)