Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 312 Counterfeit Wine
"But...tomorrow night, I may not be able to bring you the kind of plant that has the vitality of animals."

A troubled look appeared on Chen Yan's face.

"Yesterday's conflict was too intense. Those things didn't even leave a complete body. I need to... pick it out carefully."

As he spoke, he pretended to ponder the adjective, and chose the phrase "choosy."

In the short time of two sentences, Gottlinde has already imagined the scene when the dispute happened last night:

Under the dim moonlight, all kinds of supernatural beings entered that apartment. Bloody conflicts took place in the dark, narrow room. butterfly flying...

"But I can still assure you that within three days at the latest, I will definitely hand over the complete [plant with animal-like vitality] to you."

Chen Yan added: "But life and death cannot be guaranteed."

His assurance seemed to have stimulated Gottlinde. She was a little thirsty, and asked the bartender at the bar for a large glass of ale, and then drank it all in one gulp.

"Tomorrow night, it's still this time, and it's still this deck."

Gottlinde wobbled down from the high chair, put his hands into the pockets of the Byron Weiss overalls he was wearing backwards, and lowered his head, leaving only a back view for Chen Yan.

Chen Yan was in a good mood, and even bought two glasses of ale: "Ogami, come on! I heard that the wine here can be refilled for only 2 pennies. Although it is not very good, it is enough to celebrate. "

The two men sat side by side on high chairs, and it was unclear whether it was because the smog in the air and the strong smell of alcohol covered part of the body odor of the drinkers, or because the two were used to the complex smell here. I didn't even feel the air here was pungent anymore.

Ohgami took a sip of the ale, then frowned: "This wine is definitely watered...or maybe it's mixed with something else."

Chen Yan couldn't help but spit it out after drinking half of it, and cursed: "This is a fake wine blended with industrial alcohol! Is this what people drink? No wonder they can refill their glasses infinitely!"

Ogami asked curiously, "Industrial alcohol?"

Chen Yan took a few mouthfuls of 'pooh' on the ground, straightened his tongue that was so hot, and said:
"Yes, unlike ordinary alcohol, industrial alcohol has a high ethanol concentration and contains methanol. It tastes like chili water. After drinking, it will be slightly poisoned and cause dizziness and headache."

Ohgami said: "Isn't that the same as the reaction after drinking normally?"

Chen Yan's face was ugly: "Yes, so, if the drinkers don't know that there is such a thing as industrial alcohol, they will not think about it at all when drinking this kind of wine, they will only think it is very spicy. After drinking it, I feel more dizzy and refreshed.”

He looked at the cloudy liquid in the glass in front of him.

"In addition to industrial alcohol, there must be other things added, so it tastes like ale."

The conversation between the two was undisguised, and Chen Yan's voice was loud, which immediately attracted the attention of many drinkers, and they began to carefully look at the wine in the glass in front of them.

"If you drink too much of this kind of fake wine, it's as simple as dizziness and headache."

Chen Yan continued:

"Some people have poor resistance to methanol. After drinking this stuff, they are likely to experience coma or even epilepsy."

An exclamation came from a booth not far away, and the people around them had obviously experienced the symptoms Chen Yan described.

"Different people have different behaviors when drinking fake alcohol. I have also seen some people who are relatively weak. After drinking this kind of stuff for a long time, they become suspicious, prone to fear, manic, hallucinations, and depression."

As Chen Yan continued to narrate, the voices of the drinkers around became quieter, and a depressive atmosphere spread among a small group of drinkers. This time, the symptoms in the narration obviously hit the bullseye of some people.

The bartender not far away saw this situation and walked to the other side of the bar without a trace, which was in the direction of the tavern agent's office.

"In fact, the most obvious is eye symptoms, because no matter what the physical condition, eye symptoms are almost the first to appear:

Dark shadows appear in front of the eyes, there will be a strong flash of light when going from a dark place to a bright place, blurred vision, occasional pain in the eyeballs, photophobia...in severe cases, blindness in both eyes. "

More and more people are quiet, not only the Ayers, but also the poor Lukes, Goliaths, Rognis...

Most of them have experienced one or several of the symptoms described by Chen Yan, but they only blamed it on the dark work in the factory, and did not think of drinking——

Who can doubt the only thing in life that brings them joy?

But the symptoms described by Chen Yan are too accurate, they have more or less experienced one or several of them, and it is obvious that they are gradually getting worse——

After each drink, their symptoms will more or less intensify.

For a moment, in the fan-shaped area with Chen Yan as the dot—about [-] to [-] square meters, people fell silent, waiting quietly for his words.

With his non-stop words, the silence continued to spread beyond the fan.

"Actually, the scariest thing is not these."

Chen Yan seemed completely oblivious to the changes in the surrounding environment, and said:

"The bodies of other ethnic groups in the empire are somewhat different from those of our Asians."

"Most of us, when we drink, when we feel unwell due to alcohol, the body will react-vomiting, blushing, various color changes on the body, rashes on the body...etc. Various reactions .”

"Because we lack an enzyme in our body...you don't need to know what an enzyme is, you just need to know that it is precisely because of the lack of that enzyme in our body that we cannot break down alcohol. Once we drink more than we can bear , Immediately all kinds of discomfort."

"In our bodies, there is a [safety valve] for alcohol."

Chen Yan seems to be narrating a very common thing:

"But sadly, besides Asians, other ethnic groups have that enzyme in their bodies to some extent."

"They have that enzyme that can break down alcohol, so most of them drink a lot, and they can even drink it all the time-very few of us can do it, because very few Asians also secrete this kind of alcohol in their bodies. enzyme."

"But the consequence of such a large amount of alcohol consumption may even be acute renal failure, which may lead to death due to respiratory failure!"

When he finished speaking, the drinkers behind him were completely silent.

There are too many people who drink to death, especially in the alcoholic Rat Alley, people usually throw the people who died the night before into the sewer to feed the rats, and they will not have any sympathy for those people——

For a man who dies in alcoholic bliss, death is worth it.

But dying of alcohol and dying of fake alcohol are completely different things.

No one wants to be played for a fool.

When all the drinkers stood up, a voice came from the direction of the bar.

"You're farting!"

A blond Luke man wearing a black denim jacket, with a dark blue tattoo on his neck, earrings, and obviously over two meters tall, walked over with a few boys.

He looked at Chen Yan with a gloomy face, stretched out his index finger, and pointed at Chen Yan's head:
"If I prove that my wine is real, I will beat you to death here today!"

This is the Rat Lane, which even the Walker Street Police Department disdains to manage. All kinds of conflicts will break out at any time. The strong man is smart enough. When he learned about this from the bartender, he had already thought of a countermeasure——

For people like Chen Yan who question the wine itself, there is no need to talk too much nonsense, it is enough to "show your attitude first" and then "use actions to prove that the wine is okay".

He reached out to the inside of the bar, and the bartender immediately handed him a full glass of ale.

Seeing such a move, Chen Yan began to look at his face.

When seeing his abnormal expression, Chen Yan's eyes flickered, and he immediately understood what was going on with him.

Immediately, the hostility in the eyes disappeared, leaving only endless sorrow.

The strong man whose head was almost reaching the ceiling grabbed the wine glass without hesitation, raised his face and poured the wine into it.

Such a heroic move won the applause of some drinkers.

There will always be people who admire courage, no matter where it is used.

He finished his drink, raised his glass, and yelled at the surrounding drinkers:

"Sincerity is the key to doing business! Our tavern hasn't raised the price for more than ten years, and we haven't overtaken any drinker! Our wine is fine!"

He hands the empty glass to the bartender:

"Come again!"

The cheers sounded again and again, and he drank three cups in a row, his face was already flushed.

"Haha, there's nothing to say! Didn't you say that there is a problem with our drinking too much? I'll show you how much I drank today! Let me show you guys! There is absolutely nothing wrong with our wine!"

The applause became louder and louder, and his "rhetoric words" dispelled the doubts and worries of some drinkers, so those people started drinking again while watching the excitement.

He drank a glass of wine and pointed at Chen Yan viciously: "Pretending to be a ghost! See how I will beat you to death later!"

Chen Yan was expressionless and said nothing.

Ogami glanced at Chen Yan who had no reaction, and immediately noticed the emotion in Chen Yan's eyes.

So he kept silent and just watched.

The brawny man drank more than a dozen glasses of wine one after another, tore off his denim jacket, his face flushed, and he yelled:
"Our wine! It's delicious!"

He stared at Chen Yan with bloodshot eyeballs:

"What else do you have to say!"

The atmosphere in the tavern reached a climax, and almost all the guests were staring at the small vacuum in the crowd, wanting to see how the tavern's agent would kill that ignorant Asian boy in half a minute.

Chen Yan stretched out three fingers: "Three cups."

The drinkers watched his actions, and some of them even screamed excitedly, because no one had ever dared to provoke Big Tommy of the Mouse Lane Tavern like this.

"Don't say three cups, even thirty cups, I can drink it!"

The brawny man drank another glass of ale, and despised Chen Yan amidst the loud cheers and applause of the drinkers.

Just as he was about to speak, his whole body suddenly twitched violently, and his head fell on the bar counter, his head bleeding.

There was an instant silence in the tavern.

(End of this chapter)