Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 351 The record itself is the meaning

Chapter 351 The record itself is the meaning
"Can anyone understand what people live for?"

Perhaps the ancient sages could give the answer, but the history of the empire is chronological, and many historical books have long been lost in the endless wars, and future generations have no way of knowing what kind of answer the predecessors gave to this question.

In addition to Anselm, other people have committed suicide in the apartment building, probably because of similar problems.

I can't figure it out...or maybe I've lost the ability to think about these things.

For me, [record] itself is meaningful.

And [record] is the meaning of my existence. "

Looking at this record, Chen Yan thought, Anzem is called "Song" in the imperial language, and Anzem is also a man-made creature.

This shows that Anselm and the hymn 13 that is currently on the desk in his bedroom are actually the same thing—both are bionics created by the hymn troupe.

So, is Anselm the predecessor model of Anthem 13?

If yes, which generation of Anthem is it?
Chen Yan could not get the answer to this question at all.

So he continued to look down.

January 2st of the Ice Year.

It has been a while since the students from Miskatonic University came to the apartment to make trouble.

During this time, I found new tenants and disguised the attic somewhat - I sunk part of the entire apartment so that it wasn't obvious from the outside.

But in this way, the apartment has an extra basement.

Maybe the basement could also be rented out? "

"During this time, the students who made trouble came back and brought a group of people—they moved away the [crack leading to the world of brass pipes] that was opened by Anselm.

(After Anselm's death, the people who came to recover the body from the choral group did not take them away through cracks. Maybe the choral group was not interested in him?)
And the way they open the rift is... bizarre.

I never knew that a space channel like a crack could be transported by itself.

They must have moved [The Gap to the World of Brass Pipes] to Miskatonic University, because then they can explore the world of brass pipes more conveniently.

Good luck to them.

They moved that thing away, and I felt a lot more relaxed. I was always afraid of the existence of that thing, and it didn't know where it came from, it seemed to be there all the time——

[The gap to the world of brass pipes] has been in the attic of the apartment, but I don't know how that thing got there.

That's weird, wasn't I born with the apartment?Why is there something in the apartment that I don't know about?

I don't remember, and there is no relevant information even in my notes.

I can't record everything, and there will always be some truth lost.

Maybe I've recorded it, but while I'm sleeping, those related records were eaten by rats or something, maybe.

On Imperial lands, little things like rats have evolved the habit of "hibernating," waking up from hibernation after a long six-month winter in sewers and other safe nooks to forage for food. .

And I usually don't chase them away because they are one of the few playmates I have.

I overheard conversations among those researchers at the University of Medaille:

The space in the attic is relatively weak compared to other places - the gap between the space in the attic and the [Second World] is weaker than other spaces in the normal [present world] - this leads to One of the reasons why Anselm was able to blast open the space to form a rift.

What they said was different from what Chen Yan and the others speculated back then:
Chen Yan and those students guessed that [the world] is the first floor of the world, the narrow room where the [attic] is located is the 1th floor of the world, and [the world of brass pipes] is the second floor of the world.

In the dictation of these researchers, there is no such thing as a "layer 1.5 world".

They regard [attic] and [this world] as the same world level.

In their view, although the [Attic] is located in the deep part of the world, it is still a part of the [Real World], and no major changes to the underlying rules have taken place.

The underlying rules in the world of [Brass Pipes] are completely different from those in the world of [Real World].

Ok……

I actually kind of agree with their statement.

Although I don't know if they are right or not.

They removed [the gap leading to the world of brass pipes] and repaired the broken space.

The repair agent is the retina of a small reptile monster.

The process of obtaining the retina is relatively bloody, so let's skip it.

After obtaining the retina, they dropped a green liquid with a pungent smell on the retina, and the retina spread out on its own, from a small piece the size of a fingernail to quickly becoming the size of a single bed sheet.

They plug [the gap leading to the world of brass pipes] with a stretched retina, and mend it with an invisible needle and thread.

According to them, this space has been [repaired] and [reinforced], and ordinary extraordinary means can no longer open it again.

I breathed a sigh of relief again. "

Chen Yan quickly scanned the notes of the next few dates, and found that most of them were very ordinary records, how many tenants came in, and how much money they made... such innocuous things.

The few things he wants to know most: [Where does the chimney lead? 】,【What was the basement used for later? ], [Clues about the identity of Chen Yan back then]...

None of them.

And he could clearly see that these few things were deliberately concealed by the "spirit"-obviously, every time a key recording point was reached, the notes were broken.

"damn it……"

Chen Yan looked away from the notes, and as soon as he was distracted, the thick fog around him immediately receded like an ebb tide, and Ogami also appeared beside him again.

Ogami looked at Chen Yan's blank eyes and thought:
"Ah... Is it the situation just now?"

Chen Yan regained his strength, frowned and said:

"Yes, and...how do I feel that the strength of the thick fog coming and going this time is much smaller than last time?"

He said to Ohgami:
"I have a feeling, I feel that the spirit wants to communicate with me."

Ohgami said vigilantly:

"Communication with unknown beings is a dangerous thing."

Chen Yan replied:

"It has the information I want... very important information."

Ohgami nodded:
"Then there's no way."

He solemnly said:

"Yan Jun, please always remember that when your body is occupied, I will be your intermediary."

Chen Yan said with a wry smile:
"I thought your decision was quite scary, but after going through so many things, I also think that if my body is occupied by other things, it's better for you to cut me off."

Ohgami nodded approvingly.

Chen Yan collected himself and looked at the notes on the table again.

This time, he didn't focus on those dazzled strokes, but picked up the miscellaneous brand pen on the table, found the note paper marked with the latest date, and wrote in the blank space:

"How Can I Tell Me That Crucial Information? "

In the next moment, some of the dazzling strokes were fragmented and reconstructed under the sentence he wrote——

"I would like to ask you to help me with the next recording. "

This kind of communication really works!
Chen Yan was thoughtful:
Since the spirit now chooses to communicate in this way, it is likely to be very weak—at least it can no longer speak like it did when it communicated with Anselm.

Chen Yan thought about it, but didn't dare to promise it directly, because he felt that when he wrote on paper, it was especially like writing a letter of commitment...or a contract or something like that.

Many things in the extraordinary world view are "symbols". If the words he wrote really become a "contract" between him and the spirit, then it will be really troublesome.

So, after careful consideration, Chen Yan wrote:

"Record what?for how long? "

The line segments on the paper are constantly reorganizing:

"Record everything that happened in the apartment, the time is forever. "

Chen Yan immediately wrote:

"impossible. "

On the paper, the dazzled strokes seemed to have turned into some kind of monster, and they barked their teeth and claws at Chen Yan:

"I'll show you what you want to see, you want to know who that Chen Yan is, right?
You wonder why he has the same name as you, right? "

Chen Yan really didn't care much about these two issues.

Because he had guessed the identity of "Chen Yan" in the note.

Although he knew that his guess was not accurate, he could go out and inquire about it next time!
After knowing the name "James Adams", he can even spend money to go to Taisheng and find a well-informed wind medium, and after getting enough information, he can corroborate with the contents of the notes...

In short, he was not in a hurry to know the identity of "Chen Yan" in the notes.

Chen Yan thought, how could Ling not understand such a simple truth?

That spirit might really be very weak, so weak that even such a method can't be thought of.

That spirit...wouldn't be dying soon, would it?
The moment Chen Yan thought of it, writing on the paper became lighter and lighter:
"My sincere request... Please... help me..."

The corner of Chen Yan's mouth curled up, and wrote:
"That's right!We live under the same roof, so we must be regarded as neighbors. As the saying goes, "A distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor." If I have the ability to help you, it is human nature to help you! "

After writing this sentence, Chen Yan faintly heard a faint sound of vomiting blood.

Then, words appeared on the note again:
"If I knew it was so simple, I wouldn't have to spend so much effort to let you see..."

These handwriting quickly disintegrated, and then reconstructed another line of words:

"The last of my strength has been used to let you read the notes... I am dying... but someone must continue to record. "

Chen Yan thought about it, and decided to write:

"Why Does Someone Have to Record It?What is the purpose of doing this? "

Ling answered almost instantly:
"For nothing, the record itself is the meaning. "

Immediately afterwards, line after line of petty characters appeared on the note, and Chen Yan took a look at it, and saw that it was actually densely packed with "Record itself is the meaning".

He groaned in his heart.

When he saw those tiny words, his eyes seemed to be glued to the notes, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

And where he couldn't see——on his conjunctiva, there appeared line after line of "record itself is meaning" with pen ink marks!
At the same time, countless overlapping voices appeared beside his ears. Those countless voices had completely different tones and timbres, and they exploded in Chen Yan's mind at the same time.

Before his consciousness was completely overwhelmed by the endless "record itself is meaning", Chen Yan had one last thought in his head:
That spirit is out of control!
(End of this chapter)

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