Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 268 Degraded to a Human
The boy's face was outlined with some kind of religious pattern by unknown dark blue paint. Those patterns have been lost in the history of human civilization for a long time. Even today, even the most knowledgeable scholars cannot understand the meaning of them. .

"I saw the link on him."

He gazed at Vidya Gandhi with one surly gray eye whose cloudy lens was like a flowing river of galaxies--flowing, broken, a galaxy of chaos and bleakness.

"One pointing to the moon, one pointing to the outside world, one thinking only of the imperial capital, and one pointing to the deep sea... The fate of countless stars intertwined in his frail body, and he is just an ordinary person in his 20s, which is not normal , must be vigilant..."

Vidya Gandhi saw him begin to babble again, and the fear in her heart increased again.

"you……"

As soon as she uttered a word, he suddenly said violently: "Call me by my real name!"

She murmured: "Kiran... I will finish the enrollment soon. After that, do you need to enter the class and stay with those mortals?"

He stared at her with his single eye for a while, then dispelled the hostility on his face, and retreated into the darkness.

After a while, a voice came from the darkness:

"Yes, I am a member of your family, I am a human being, a carbon-based life that is firmly remembered by the world, Kiran Khan."

Another few seconds passed, and the voice came again from the darkness.

"I need you to prepare a pair of double-rimmed single-lens glasses, a white eyepatch, a missionary school uniform, a workman's casual dress in the lower city... and a live chicken. The live chicken is needed tonight."

Vidya Gandhi promised: "As you bid."

The voice in the dark was indifferent and emotionless: "Finally, I need you to put me and the few people he recommended into the same class, and even in the work-study program, you must put them into the same group."

Vidya Gandhi felt the pressure was high, but it wasn't something she couldn't do, so she promised again: "Understood, I will do it."

The voice in the dark seemed to have lost interest and became extremely low:
"Let's go."

Vidya Gandhi exited the dark passage and returned to her apartment.

The moment she closed the secret door, she seemed to hear a deep voice echoing in the corridor.

"Master William... where are you..."

The resentment in that voice made her terrified, she didn't dare to continue listening, and immediately closed the wardrobe door.

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Sitting on the steam bus, Chen Yan touched a few registration forms in his pocket, thinking, where would he go to find some children of the same age as Nuomi Guo?

He didn't want Vidya Gandhi to know about his relationship with Nuomi Guo. In order to conceal Nuomi Guo's identity, he had to find a few more children to cover up.

Even if these children are hard to find, they must be found.

Go back and discuss this matter with Glutinous Rice Fruit.

He put away his thoughts, listened to the whistle representing "arrival" in his ears, got out of the car, and stepped on the bus stop in the bird district of Birmingham Street, which had been trampled clean and had almost no snow.

Birmingham Street is where a considerable part of the middle class gathers in Yanan City, and the tax revenue of the residents here accounts for a considerable part of the tax revenue in Yanan City.

Therefore, the Steam Bus Company, which is controlled by the municipality, built as many as 12 bus stops along the entire Birmingham Street for the convenience of middle-class commuters, and introduced a full 3 bus lines here.

Compared with the poor 3 bus stops on Walker Street, residents on Birmingham Street at least don't need to get stuck in commuting.

Chen Yan got off the bus at the bus station in Feiniao District, and two neat rows of three-storey villas came into view. There was a rather delicate fountain on the square outside the villas, and beside the fountain was a piece of painted wooden signpost.

One of them points to the "Andil Chapel".

'Hey, have you named the church after yourself?

Is he... distinguishing his own church from the traditional choral church?
Hey, his heart can be punished. '

Chen Yan walked on the street that was cleared of snow at 6 o'clock in the morning and was cleaned every half an hour. Following the fingerprints on the road signs, he walked through dense villas and a street where lion grass grew wildly all over the place. A small park by the side, passing a popular pedestrian street, and finally came to a quite tall banyan tree at the end of the pedestrian street.

He looked at the low and flat multi-storey chapel next to the banyan tree, and a thought popped into his head:
'Isn't the banyan tree a tropical tree?How come there are also cold regions like Yanan City? '

He looked at the huge and dense light blue crown of the banyan tree, and another thought popped up:
'In the past few nights, the temperature has been below zero. Hasn't the banyan tree been damaged by the frost?It's really strange. '

This abnormal phenomenon aroused his vigilance. He was really afraid of the weirdness that happened in Miskatonic University.

While hesitating, he raised his head and looked carefully at the outside of the chapel.

The chapel overall presents a strong early imperial architectural style. When Chen Yan looked up, he saw a large two-story roof with spires and chimneys at a glance, as well as double-sloping roofs with sloping ridges on both sides of the large roof. , and the crest and balustrade of the double pitched roof edge.

The entire roof was painted black and glistened in the sun.

Below the roof → Most of the area above the first floor of the building is hidden in the huge canopy of banyan trees, and even the windows cannot be seen clearly.

On the first floor of the entire chapel stands a semi-circular arched gate, and the stained glass on a row of cross windows depicts the legendary deeds of the chorus.

According to the height of the first floor of the chapel, Chen Yan roughly estimated that the entire church has at least 7 floors.

'This little church is really big... Hey, or should I say, is it because the choir is too rich? '

At this time, the first floor under the canopy of the banyan tree is the time when the crowds in front of the church are the densest——

The series of prayers on Sunday has ended, and the believers have left the church one after another. Finally, there will be those who need to confess. They will sit on the benches in the church and wait for all the other believers to leave before entering the priest’s confession room. Confess your "bad deeds".

Chen Yan waited for the crowd to gradually diminish, and walked into the church on the yellow and white marble floor, only to see that there were not many penitents still sitting on the pews.

He just came to sit down not far from the confessional room, and waited for a while. When it was his turn to be next, he suddenly heard high-pitched crying from the confessional room.

"It's my fault! I shouldn't have sold those rotten meat to street vendors! It was I who killed them! Woo...I'm guilty!"

Another serious voice also raised its pitch.

"Do you think the Holy Light can forgive your sins? If the Holy Light can forgive your sins, what about the people who died because of your sins?"

Of course the man couldn't answer.

"Since you don't know, then go and ask the people you killed, what should they do, so that they will forgive you, and then come back to me."

The voice fell, only to hear a deafening gunshot.

"Boom!"

Amidst Chen Yan's horror, the sound of flesh falling downwards sounded in the dark compartment of the confession room.

This!Is the death pit under this confessional? !
Before his horror was over, the serious voice in the confessional room sounded again.

"Next person."

(End of this chapter)