Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 294 [Chen Yan]

He watched them go out, and before closing the door, he heard a muffled call from the other side of the door.

"Yan Jun."

It is glutinous rice fruit.

Chen Yan suddenly saw her running over from the other side of the street, was startled, and then relieved.

The glutinous rice fruit has not been seen in the barrier, and I was still worried about her, but now it seems that she was not involved in the barrier in the first place.

"It seems that something bad happened in the apartment... I went to visit the reporter's house next door, and saw that the apartment was covered by an enchantment, so I didn't dare to go back..."

Chen Yan welcomed her in.

"Anyway, it's all right now."

He looked at the completed registration form in Nuomi Guo's hands, and asked in surprise, "This is?"

He closed the door casually, shutting out the cold night wind, and heard Nuomi Guo say excitedly:
"Here is the information about the children of the reporter's husband and wife next door!"

Actually got one!

Feeling the warmth of the floor rising from the soles of his feet, Nuomi Guo shuddered comfortably, and handed the registration form to Chen Yan.

"The reporter and his wife next door are very nice people. Their surname is Ruibot, and they are descendants of the old workers in Yanan City. Although their lives are simple, they entertain guests with sauce cakes coated with honey~"

The glutinous rice crackers look very happy.

This is a good thing.

Chen Yan looked at the form, and glanced at the information above:

Wolf Raibert, 12 years old, male, graduated from Walker Street Kerosene Factory Primary School...

Simple identity, and simpler experience.

With such a little boy from the neighbor’s family going to school together, maybe Nuomi Guo can choose not to go to school, and can go home to eat every day...if someone in the family cooks.

Maybe we can go to Rui Bote's next door for a meal?

Seems like a good idea...

While Chen Yan was thinking wildly, Nuomi Guo saw the wedge ball slipping out from his ribs.

She lowered her voice: "What just happened?"

Chen Yan roughly told Nuomi Guo what happened just now.

After hearing this, Nuomi Guo frowned and said, "Are there so many artificial creatures? Artificial creatures from different forces use different manufacturing methods...

Yan Jun, I always feel that there is something wrong here. The history of artificial creatures has been quite long, but there has never been a real [artificial life].

That child deserves our vigilance. "

The implication is that Nuomiguo probably guessed the origin of those robots?

Chen Yan immediately said: "If there is any latest news, I will let you know at any time."

Nuomi Guo nodded: "I will find all the remaining candidates as soon as possible... I can't wait to really enter this society."

The two said goodnight to each other and went back to their rooms to rest.

What they didn't know was that at this moment, in the secret room of the missionary school and staff apartment in the western block of Walker Street, a smear of bright red chicken blood was slowly disappearing from the boy's one-eyed eyes.

"It's... wonderful!"

He was shaking with what he had just seen.

"That person's name is Chen Yan... he's from Cathay, it's unbelievable that an ordinary Cathay can do this!"

"Even if he has [opened his eyes], being able to do this is a remarkable achievement."

After a few thoughts, the chicken blood completely disappeared from his pupils.

Within his pupils, the vision inside and outside of 33 Walker Street disappeared as the chicken blood faded away.

"Well... I just want to see that guy, I didn't expect to have such a harvest."

"Those things... those puppets of various kinds obviously smell of various foreign gods on their bodies."

"It smells bad, but it has no divine power, and there is no smell of dirty blood. This shows that they are not directly from the hands of the Outer Gods, but are manufactured by the agents of the Outer Gods."

"Damn it, the world is developing too fast. How many years have I been asleep? A puppet so close to [life] was born?"

"Technology...is nothing more than a manifestation of the power of the gods."

"That little girl...hehehe."

He recalled the glutinous rice fruit in his vision just now.

"One body, twin souls, the best in the world!"

He drooled.

"I really want to be a classmate with her soon..."

The candle beside him was still burning, and the flame had turned into a light blue color stained with some dark purple at some point.

Beyond the light blue flames, darkness concealed everything.

"Come on, come on, Master William, I'm going to find you..."

"You... must miss me very much..."

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At about 10 o'clock in the evening, the old city and the lower city have fallen into a deep sleep, while the lights of the upper city are still shining.

Those neon tubes of various colors that should not appear in this era are used by people to form various decorations. In the city center, you can even see girls and slogans composed of huge neon tubes——

【Join the William Adams Group and strive for a better future for mankind】

Everyone knows that Mr. William Adams, who built a huge business empire, is only 45 years old. His ambition has the same strength as his wrist. Sooner or later, he will make a greater cause——

In order for people to always remember this event, Mr. William Adams still keeps the neon billboards in the city center on day and night, even though they cost astronomical electricity and maintenance costs every day.

The old aristocrats scoffed at such extravagant behavior. In their eyes, the so-called "great philanthropist", "the greatest navigator in history", "a business wizard who is nearly 40 years old", and "a real wise man" Mr. William Adams , is nothing more than a nouveau riche who made his fortune by doing speculative business.

Most of the old aristocrats rose before the birth of the empire. Their bloodlines are ancient. Their ancestors made great achievements with their blood and created this huge empire.

They are therefore pretentious.

But it is obvious that today, they cannot rely on their own strength to make this society a better place.

Their methods of "managing the people" have been abandoned by the times, and the industries they hold are protected because of their privileges, so they are still running well—casinos, racetracks, tobacco shops, window streets, pubs... …

These industries once brought them a lot of income, and for quite a long time became their reliance on living a luxurious life.

But compared with the achievements of industrialization, the profits of those old aristocrats who are conservative enough from their old industries are nothing to mention.

And their biggest source of income—land and manors—was gradually abandoned as farmers were absorbed into urban factories.

Most of them can't keep up with the times, so they hate the times. They think that industrializing those fresh creations is a blasphemy against the beauty of the world, so they turn to be more devout to the decadent religion and the imperial dogma that should have been eliminated long ago, and try to Get spiritual comfort from it.

So they hate William Adams.

Because they can't be William Adams.

At this time, [Chen Yan] was walking through the territory of the old aristocrats, through a wisteria flower garden that was half a block smaller than Walker Street, and tiptoed into a building that had stood there for hundreds of years.

(End of this chapter)