Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 44 Gold and White High Heels
Byron Weiss Zoo pays wages on the 1st of every month.

今天是12月1号，陈宴要想等到明年1月1号，还有整整30天！
1 shilling and more than 20 pence, can he live in Yanan for 30 days...

Thinking of this, Chen Yan felt a cramp in his stomach.

"Cuckoo..."

It was the sound of howling stomachs.

It was only then that Chen Yan remembered that he hadn't eaten anything today!

The strange thing is that I don't eat and don't feel hungry in the zoo.

It wasn't until after leaving the zoo that the feeling of hunger slowly returned and doubled.

Chen Yan remembered that there was still half a bag of waffles on the counter in the hall...

But waffles are not very hungry, and eating half a bag may not be enough to fill your stomach.

Am I going to starve to death...

Chen Yan felt extremely outrageous.

I was not hacked to death in the chaos of my hometown, I was not fed to sharks by pirates when I was robbed at sea, and I was safe and sound in a zoo full of monsters...

Could it be... that my final ending was actually to be starved to death...

He wandered over to the lobby counter, turned on the kerosene lamp, and took out the waffle bag.

"Boom, boom."

Two small things fell from the counter and hit the carpeted wooden floor with a muffled sound.

Chen Yan was taken aback.

He doesn't remember putting anything other than waffles on the counter...

Holding a kerosene lantern in his left hand, he squatted down and took a closer look.

it's two...

It's gold nuggets the size of two thumbs!

"Fuck!"

Chen Yan was almost blinded by the light reflected from the surface of the gold nugget!

He subconsciously gritted his teeth.

Soft.

The inside is also golden!
Explain... this gold...

it is true!
Chen Yan felt dizzy for a while.

How much is such a large two pieces of gold worth? !
Chen Yan didn't understand the price of gold at all, but only knew that gold was one of the hard currencies of the empire.

Moreover, in the "pound", the common currency of the empire, every pound coin contains 1 grams of pure gold.

This thumb-sized nugget...

Let alone 50 grams, right?
Two sticks are 100 grams, which is worth 13 pounds!

13 pounds... Chen Yan only spent 10 pounds for this dilapidated old apartment!

Moreover, the price of pure gold must be more expensive than the imperial pound.

In other words, the actual value of these two small gold bars must be more than 13 pounds!
Chen Yan thought about it, and the smile froze on his face.

This gold...how did it appear here?
Could it be that the previous landlord forgot when he left?

No, No. 33 Walker Street has long been sold by the third uncle as an investment.

That is to say...

this gold...

Maybe Uncle San hid it here...

Chen Yan shuddered solidly.

He never cared about money from dead people before, but the third uncle's death was too weird, he turned into a snake-like thing before he died, and he was an extraordinary person...

Spending these two gold bars won't trigger any weird rules.

The gold bars in his hands became hot, and some urban legends after coming to the empire emerged in Chen Yan's head.

What ghosts in the blood-stained gold in the mine, what cursed gold will curse people to death after being refined again, what ill-gotten gold will appear in the soup bowl and choke people to death...

Chen Yan himself is an atheist and never believes in those gods and ghosts.

It wasn't until he came into contact with those extraordinary beings that he realized that there might really be "gods" in this world.

He felt his scalp numb, so he put the two gold coins back on the counter.

In the dim light of the kerosene lantern, the surface of the gold gleamed golden.

Although the golden light was not so bright, it still made Chen Yan unable to open his eyes.

If you take gold, you may violate the rules and encounter disasters at some point in the future.

If you don't take gold, you will starve to death immediately!
Both left and right are dead, why not...

Chen Yan let out a foul breath, grabbed Jin Jin firmly, and stuffed it into the inner pocket of the windbreaker.

Buttoning up the windbreaker, feeling the blunt touch of the hard gold, Chen Yan felt extremely fulfilled.

Ok……

He reconfirmed that it was indeed a fulfilling feeling.

Not even that hungry anymore.

He grabbed the waffles out of the bag and ate them as he walked upstairs,
Coming to the bedroom on the third floor, Chen Yan opened the door, picked up the quilt and pillow, and walked to the next door.

Because the window in the bedroom is still broken, although it is covered with a cabinet, it still leaks air.

Chen Yan didn't want to live in such a drafty bedroom on a winter night.

He came to room 302 next door, simply spread the bedding on the bed, locked the door behind him, but didn't go to bed right away.

The medicine for the little tiger must be prepared first.

Greene has said that the drug is so potent that it should not be used as a regular aspirin.

Green's original words are "three times as effective as genuine aspirin, and one tablet is worth three tablets".

Then, the approximate amount of aspirin to be used on the little white tiger tomorrow can basically be calculated.

Chen Yan used a pen to grind aspirin into powder, tore the notebook paper into palm-sized squares, separated the aspirin powder from the preset measurement of each meal in a certain proportion, and wrapped them in one by one.

Then pack these medicines in waffle bags, and write "for tigers" on the surface of the bag to prevent forgetting.

After doing all this, he couldn't bear it anymore, fell headfirst on the bed, and fell asleep instantly.

By this time the night was getting dark, and there were very few workers changing shifts on Walker Street-most factories had already passed their shifts.

The street lights in front of the apartment at No. 33 Walker Street were still on and off. During the day, electricians had come to overhaul, but no problems were found. The helpless electrician could only replace part of the wires.

But replacing the wires obviously can't solve the problem of street lights.

Pedestrians were scarce enough, but the snow was much heavier than before. The heavy snow that fell from the sky quickly made the world a vast expanse.

No one can see, between the lights on and off, a figure follows the lights on and off.

When the street lights were on, the figure disappeared.

When the street lights went out, the blurry figure appeared under the street lights, wrapped in the dark and dense night, and the occasional pedestrians who passed by were busy on their way, and no one could realize its existence.

It took a step, and the air condensed into steps under its feet.

"Boom bang..."

Its shoes made a dull sound when they touched the air. They were high heels.

It's a pair of white high heels.

It is not tall, but it wears high heels, like a rebellious little girl who stole her mother's high heels and ran away from home.

The girl walked up the stairs formed by the air, and arrived at the third floor of No. 33 Walker Street in a short while.

Then go through the wall out of thin air and enter Room 302 on the third floor.

Chen Yan's soft voice echoed in the dark room, and he had already fallen into a deep sleep.

The girl came to Chen Yan's side and stared at him for a few seconds, as if she had made a big decision, she stretched out her hand and slowly grabbed his neck.

Just then, the girl's eyes caught a glimpse of the waffle bag on the bedside table.

The big words "for tigers" were written on the bag.

The girl was silent for a moment, then withdrew her hand that was grabbing Chen Yan's neck.

(End of this chapter)