Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 350 Miao Yingchu

"Miao Yingchu seemed to know that Chen Yan would follow, he snuffed out the cigarette butt, and threw the cigarette butt with sparks into the snow in the corner, the red light of the cigarette butt was quickly extinguished.

I don't like this kind of behavior, the apartment's skin can't stand it anymore.

"How was my speech?"

Miao Yingchu did not go to see Chen Yan. I feel that his mental state is very good, but his physical condition is not so good—from my perspective, I can observe him in all directions:
In such weather where blizzards fall from time to time, he was only wearing a thin cotton jacket with holes on his upper body, and a pair of dirty jeans on his lower body. Yellow, the hand subconsciously retracted into the cotton jacket has almost "withered"——

I feel like he has a few days to live.

"how did you do it?"

Chen Yan asked him.

He grinned:
"I can't tell you yet."

He asked again:
"How was my speech?!"

Chen Yan looked at him seriously:
"Wonderful!"

Damn, and a fucking hidden lunatic, I've had enough, can't there be some normal people in this apartment?
"It's not exciting enough."

Miao Yingchu smiled:

"This experiment is just the beginning, I still have a lot of conjectures to verify, my research will change the whole world...

I will prove to everyone that all history in the world is coherent. Even if there is a "duration" in time relationship, there must be an inevitable connection between the two histories, and that connection will be the key to human evolution. key. "

Chen Yan looked at him seriously:
"Stop it."

Fight!Fight!
Miao Yingchu finally raised his head, so Chen Yan saw the scales on his face.

"It has already started, and there is no way to stop."

Chen Yan was silent, and the strange scales on Miao Yingchu's face didn't seem to have shocked him too much.

After looking at each other for a while, Chen Yan finally spoke again in a flat tone:
"You madman, did you even experiment on yourself? What did you turn yourself into?"

Miao Yingchu replied:

"If the experiment goes well, you'll soon find out what I've done."

Chen Yan tentatively said:
"Is it the [Perfect Flesh Ascension Ceremony] you just mentioned?"

Miao Yingchu denied:

"No, that requires a lot of pre-experimentation, and I have to be rigorous enough."

Chen Yan looked at his yellow pupils that were obviously full of hope, but faded like dying.

"I want to see how far you can go."

Miao Yingchu smiled happily:

"Thank you. I know you will do this. This is why I will come back to meet you. The great evolutionary experiment needs a witness, and if that witness is you, I will be very happy."

Chen Yan's next sentence, I don't know if it is a temptation, or a simple concern between classmates:

"Next, where are you going? What are you going to do?"

Miao Yingchu seems to be very familiar with his way of speaking, knows what he really wants to know, and has already prepared the answers to these questions:

"I'm going to go to sea to see where the scientific research ship has been."

Chen Yan asked:

"Have you made an appointment?"

Miao Yingchu smiled and said:
"I can't hide anything from you."

He looked into Chen Yan's eyes and continued:

"Miao Yingchu died, from now on, my name is Xan'er."

Chen Yan asked:

"Why?"

Cocklebur said:
"In my hometown, cocklebur is everywhere in the fields. These weeds have extraordinary vitality, and even wildfires cannot eradicate them."

He showed a thoughtful look, and continued seriously:
"I wish I could have the same vitality as cocklebur."

"As a medicine, cocklebur tastes extremely bitter, pungent, and slightly cold in nature, but it can dispel wind, dissipate heat, dehumidify, and detoxify."

"I hope that I can become a cure for the stubborn diseases on the evolutionary path—I hope that I can correct the mistakes made by the former scholars and put the evolutionary path of mankind on the right track."

He looked into Chen Yan's eyes, and his expression became more serious:

"You must remember what I said, because once I leave, I may never come back. If you remember me, your memory can become the proof of my existence."

Chen Yan's expression suddenly turned cold:
"So that's why you came to see me."

Cocklebur smiled and hugged him.

Chen Yan did not dodge, but hugged him earnestly, just like embracing a lifelong best friend.

"Now, I'm leaving."

Chen Yan nodded:

"Bon Voyage."

What happened in the apartment today ends here. "

After Chen Yan finished reading the contents of this paper, his brain short-circuited for a moment.

Miao Yingchu is cocklebur.

Chen Yan had already guessed this matter from the previous records, but when he finally revealed the answer, he was still shocked.

And who is the "Chen Yan" in these records, the Asian youth named James Adams?
There are still many records to be obtained, and Chen Yan understood the meaning of "records" at this moment——

The traces left by the predecessors in the world can be known by future generations, thus confirming the truth of things.

After understanding the meaning of "record", a slight "click" sound came from Chen Yan's ear.

Like something broke.

It was also at this time that the surrounding dense fog more or less dissipated, and Ogami's figure finally appeared beside him.

"Ah, Lord Yan, what do you see me doing?"

Chen Yan looked at Ogami's puzzled eyes and replied:
"I was trapped in the thick fog just now!"

Ohgami frowned and said:

"I didn't see it... Is your spiritual vision seeing something that shouldn't be seen?"

Ohgami said in a firm tone:
"I just saw you walk to the desk, pick up a piece of paper, froze for a moment, and then looked at me."

Chen Yan came to a sudden:

"So... I just felt surrounded by thick fog, and then I have been looking at the manuscript on this desk. I know something from it, some... happened about ten years ago, or about 20 years ago thing."

He said to Ohgami:

"Do you still remember the sorceress who delivered Marina? I saw something about him from this paper. It was really horrifying."

Ohgami pointed to the paper:

"It seems that the records on the paper can only be seen through spiritual vision."

Chen Yan turned to look at the paper, only to see that the handwriting on it turned out to be a bunch of bad lines drawn randomly, just like a child's unconscious graffiti.

He thought about it:

"That is to say, when the spirit vision is turned on, those thick fogs will come out, separating me from [this world].

The real content on these manuscripts, the dense fog that pervades, and the stagnant time—all [unknown knowledge] that can only be seen through spiritual vision. "

He decided to keep reading.

As he concentrated on his notes, the mist flowed like a rising tide, and Ogami's breath faded away from him again.

"They're gone.

Anselm is still there.

Damn, this perverted kid just stays by my side, saying things like "I don't know why I exist", "I don't know who I am, where I came from, and where I'm going" nonsense.

You don't know, why are you asking me!I do not know either!I'm just a spirit that can only record facts!

I will now record his very abnormal state:
His eyes were frantic, and the two eyeballs moved up and down, revealing the metal lines under the eyeballs.

He scratched his face irritably, and quickly scratched his face, revealing the brass metal plate with countless gears embedded in it—and when he continued to scratch his face, his fingers were covered with electric sparks.

"Spirit, spirit, what are we created for? If we live for our Lord, what does our Lord want to do?"

One of Anselm's eyes exploded out, and what connected his eyes was a spring made of brass that had lost its elasticity.

"My Lord wanted the conversion of the world, so I became what I am now, to help Him develop believers.

Can……

I don't know the meaning of doing this!I don't know what it means to me to do this! "

I……

I don't want to do this! "

Anselm cried with his head in his arms:
"I betrayed my lord! My heart, which was created by imitating human beings, gave me selfish desires, and I betrayed my lord because of this selfish desire! But I love him so much!"

Anzem grabbed the clothes where the heart was located, and the pain on his face distorted his face.

"I love him dearly! More than my life!"

The pain made him unable to maintain his balance, and he fell to the ground, rolling all over the floor.

But I didn't feel the "pain" on his body - I can be sure that his body - the steel body under the human skin, will not feel the pain that can only be felt by human flesh and blood.

Then, his pain comes from the spirit.

It's terrifying.

Even metal can be crushed by mental pain.

"Spirit! The selfish desires in my heart have crushed me! Guilt makes me unable to think about anything else! I can no longer face my Lord!"

As he spoke, he peeled open the chest cavity with one hand and took out the beating heart.

Yes, that's a fucking normal, bright red, beating human heart with great arteries!

No... that heart is a little different...

Huh?what is that?Why does it look so much like a plant stem?
I don't have time to think too much.

Anzem took out his heart, chanted a prayer of repentance to the Holy Light, and then crushed it hard.

I don't quite understand this approach.

A few minutes later, Ansem fell to the ground, completely dead.

In the afternoon, a few people who didn't look like a choral group came to the attic to recover his body.

Although I don't understand what Anselm did, it's not like I haven't seen someone like him...

Creatures like humans, who usually live in a muddle-headed way, can also be happy.

But once a person starts to think about questions such as "who am I" and "what am I doing in life", he will fall into a mental state and cannot extricate himself.

Even if they can figure it out, it will be very painful-they will follow up and think: "What is the meaning of me being me?", "What is the meaning of everything I did while I was alive?"

When people start to think about these issues, they will either go crazy, or die, or live in pain, and they have to choose one as the ending. "

(End of this chapter)