Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 553 [Chapter of the Game of Death] Three: Deeper loss of control, and hidden assassination in the middle of the night
After the female prisoner who attacked Chen Yan was taken away, she never came back.

Chen Yan didn't know what happened, but realized his dangerous situation.

He didn't worry or fear because of it, but was very excited, this kind of excitement even he didn't quite understand.

The work in the cafeteria is only busy three times a day. After breakfast, lunch and dinner, I have been busy for a while, and the rest of the time can be used for rest.

During this time, Chen Yan learned that Klein was originally sentenced to 20 years in prison, but because of his good behavior after being imprisoned, now he only has 13 years left.

Chen Yan thought, according to this situation, Klein might be released from prison soon.

Chen Yan didn't think this was a normal phenomenon. Klein Justus was obviously helped by someone outside. From this, Chen Yan recalled the memory of Raz, and remembered the man named Robert Just A small town police officer.

The Justus family has lived and operated in Yanan City for hundreds of years. With so many generations, they should have a complex network of relationships.

From this point of view, Klein himself became the Sheriff of Walker Street, which was obviously not a coincidence.

Chen Yan felt emotionally in his heart. From this point of view, Klein Justus was actually no different from Leonard Adams who had just died.

During the whole day of communication, Chen Yan also found that Klein was more restrained than before. Although he had understood the "true meaning of violence", Klein did not become more violent because of this, but seemed more gentle. Much calmer, and less sharp-tongued than he was on Walker Street—he could even add food to a prisoner without saying a word when he slammed his dinner plate in front of his face, asking for more food.

In the past, Klein had punched anyone who dared to be so arrogant in front of him to the ground.

Chen Yan wasn't sure whether it was due to the successful transformation of the prison, or because of Klein's own spiritual sublimation.

Uncle Cook's name is Sam, and Chen Yan calls him Uncle Sam. What's interesting is that Chen Yan has some "killing" feelings towards him.

Taking advantage of a chance to serve dishes, Chen Yan touched Uncle Sam's arm, and the resulting synaesthesia startled him—in the synaesthesia, Uncle Sam was a trained special soldier, or He is a militarized killer, and the images produced by synaesthesia are filled with all kinds of unimaginable blood and violence. The tragic scenes Chen Yan has seen before are like pediatrics in comparison with such images.

Does Klein know the identity of Uncle Sam?
Chen Yan tried to have a synesthesia with Klein, but failed this time.

He realized that he could no longer control the generation of synaesthesia well.

The situation became different from when it was underground——

Underground, because the strength of his inspiration reached the threshold, he lost part of his control over his synaesthesia. Although he could still control his synaesthesia to a certain extent, his synaesthesia would still get out of control frequently and not occur regularly.

When synaesthesia is out of control, the target is not fixed.

At that time, he was still able to control the synaesthesia to a certain extent.

It was also at that time that he had the ability to "feel".

Unlike synaesthesia, this ability to "feel" does not require direct contact with the object, it is just a perception in the heart.

After killing Leonard Adams, his abilities took on new changes.

What he was sure of was that his "feeling" became clearer than before.

But it seems that due to the delay in promotion, the ability of synaesthesia has become more difficult to control than before-this time the situation is worse than before, because Chen Yan felt "fatigue" when waking up the synaesthesia, which was not the case before. After that, he knew in his heart that this meant that the synaesthesia was further out of control.

"If I stay in the state where the intensity of inspiration reaches the maximum threshold, what will I end up like..."

Chen Yan's question was answered before going to bed at night.

After the lights were turned off again that night, three grunting sounds and two grinding teeth sounded in Cell 010.

Chen Yan was lying on the bed, looking at the upper bunk board, without blinking his eyes.

Ever since he came back from the underground, the world in front of him has always been torn apart. This strange scene did not arouse his curiosity. It seems that because he has not been promoted for a long time, the black gap between the fragments of the split world in front of him is bigger than before. .

Chen Yan carefully observed those gaps, and faintly heard a call from the black gaps.

The voice was so nice, although I couldn't understand it at all, but just listening to the syllables already made Chen Yan yearn for it.

He stretched out his hand, and was about to touch those black gaps in a trance.

"Hey."

A clear, deep male voice pulled him back.

He looked around, Klein didn't know when he sat up cross-legged, leaning his back against the wall, staring at him without saying a word.

Chen Yan blinked, and when his eyelids closed and opened again, Klein lay on the bed again, covered with a quilt, and shouted loudly.

Chen Yan blinked again.

After opening his eyelids this time, the person sitting on Klein's bed turned into a gargoyle on Klein's upper bunk.

"Boy, why don't you go to bed so late?"

The gargoyle was originally bald, but his hair grew out after he was imprisoned, and was trimmed by the prison barber into the same ultra-short hair as everyone else.

The face of the gargoyle does not have the characteristics of the native Lukes of the empire. He has a hooked nose like an ordinary Goliath, but he does not have the snow-white skin of a Goliath. It seems that he is from a tribe from other states of the empire. descent.

"Boy, what happened to your eyes?"

The gargoyle said to himself:

"Actually, I don't care about your eyes. Who doesn't have a little secret? Like Frank in your upper bunk, doing the dirtiest and tiring job in the prison-cleaning all the bathrooms in the prison, oh, damn it , Just talking about it makes me feel sick.”

"He's just trying to get a way out to escape, and it's not fucking easy, don't you think?"

Chen Yan asked:

"Is he going to escape?"

The gargoyle smiled:
"Yes, poor Frank, he went to jail for killing his wife and her lover, and the lover's family was very rich in the uptown area, and made a lot of connections, so he just increased Frank's sentence from 30 years to life. ,what!"

Chen Yan was extremely curious.

The gargoyle seemed to see his curiosity, and explained in a rambling manner:

"Frank has lived in this ghostly place for ten years. He works hard day after day, and humiliates everyone he sees, just to get out early."

"But just last year—this must be because someone outside was going to torture him—in the ninth year after his sentence was commuted to 15 years for good behavior, and he would be able to go out in six years—I don't know which day it is, A prisoner died inexplicably in front of him.

And when the prison guards arrived, he was holding a bloody knife in his hand! "

"No one knew what was going on, not even Frank himself!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, using human life to plant a blame is really a very ruthless method, even ordinary gangsters are unable to do it."

"The key point is that the prisoner who died was only imprisoned for theft. The amount of theft was not large, and the sentence was not long, only two years in prison."

"Everyone is thinking, if you kill this kind of person, Frank will never want to go out in his life."

"As expected, Frank's sentence was extended to indefinite, and he will stay in this damned place for the rest of his life."

"That's when Frank started digging.

He found a road leading to the sewage pipe in a bathroom at the bottom of the prison, but according to what he learned, the bathroom was more than 10 meters away from the road with an earthen wall, and the last part was still separated by bricks and stones. Plastic plates.

This means that if he wants to enter the sewage pipe, he must not only dig out 10 meters of soil, but also find a way to get through the concreted masonry and cut the plastic board. "

"It's so fucking hard...that's almost impossible!"

"But Frank still decided to do it, hey, he's such a ruthless guy!"

Chen Yan didn't ask why the gargoyle knew about this, his thinking became very detached:
"What did he do after he left?"

Gargoyle said:
"Before he came in, he used to be a product manager of wealth management products in a company in the Shangcheng District of Yanan City, but if he escaped from prison, he would definitely not be able to return to his old job. Besides, it has been so many years. Financial technology has long been different from what it is now, he is behind the times."

"I reckon that he might go to the downtown area and live with those new immigrant black households, and find a black workshop to work in, at least he can earn back his living expenses."

"Otherwise, he will enter the Smoky Lake and become a pirate. Hey, poor Frank, look at his big belly and his physique. If he enters the Smoky Lake, he will be fed to fish by the pirates!"

Chen Yan continued to ask:

"Where is that bathroom?"

Gargoyle said:
"I don't know about that. This place is hidden deep in Frank's heart. You have to pry open his heart to find out."

Chen Yan asked:

"who are you?"

Gargoyle said:
"I am you, and you are me."

Chen Yan was silent for a moment, then asked again:
"Since you are me, how do I know these things?"

The gargoyle responded:

"I can see what's hidden in people's hearts, and I can know what's going on in people's minds—shallow ones are okay, deeper ones are not. Frank hid the location of the bathroom very deep, so I can't see where the bathroom is. .”

Chen Yan suddenly said:
"I see."

Suddenly, a ferocious voice appeared on Klein's upper bunk cursing:
"Why don't you go to sleep at night! If you are so fucking crazy, I will cut off your tongue!"

Chen Yan's eyes flickered, and he saw the gargoyle standing upright on Klein's bunk and looking at him. The bloodshot eyes represented his exhaustion and the despair of being awakened from sleep.

And on Klein's bunk, there are no gargoyles, it's just Klein sleeping soundly under the quilt.

"Try talking to yourself again!"

The gargoyle put down his harsh words, covered his head under the quilt, and after a while, there was another grunt.

Lying on the bed, Chen Yan finally understood that everything that happened just now was just talking to himself.

'I... can actually know other people's secrets in this way. '

"You don't need to make contact, you don't need to have the idea of ​​synaesthesia, and you don't need to condense your will to know the secrets of others. How powerful is this ability..."

Chen Yan didn't think he should be so powerful.

This reminds him of his loss of control.

Losing control is a kind of power, which will lead to the enhancement of one's own ability, and the corruption at the end of losing control can make people's overall ability soar.

'I'm about to lose control completely, ushering in corruption...'

'I... still want to live. '

During the confusion, he controlled the quantum clone and sent a text message to Ogami:
"I urgently need [Mermaid's Mouthpiece]. The pharmacy at Green's on High Street may have clues to this item. Please help me find it..."

After sending this text message, he couldn't hold on any longer and passed out.

……

……

On the morning of the second day of serving his sentence, Chen Yan was not woken up by the instructor's whistle, but by a thick male voice from his sound sleep.

"Prisoners in Cell No. 010 get up and stand by the bed and are not allowed to move around, undergoing inspection."

The voice was not loud, it could even be said to be low, and the owner of the voice didn't seem to want to disturb the prisoners in other cells.

He got up from the bed and stood by the bed, Klein Justus was standing next to him, Gargoyle and Frank were standing in front, Chen Yan couldn't see the expressions of the two people in front of him, only saw himself Beside him, Klein's expression was serious.

The professor didn't come in - the two professors in the cell area, as well as the two guards Chen Yan had seen, were standing outside cell 010.

In the cell, the thick male voice that woke the prisoners up belonged to a tall and muscular middle-aged man who was almost as tall and strong as Klein. Prison guards are completely different.

Chen Yan wanted to "feel" something from his aura, but his ability didn't work at this moment - the ability to "feel" came from being out of control, so it was naturally uncontrollable.

The middle-aged man stared at the prisoners with sharp eyes, and said in a low voice:

"The two deceased in Cell 010 were 32-year-old Karazhan and 19-year-old Biederman."

Chen Yan opened his heavy sleepy eyes, and saw two dead people lying on one of the other four vacant beds under the dim light.

The two had obviously experienced a struggle before their death, because the bed was very messy, and judging from the appearance of the two of them, the sheets and the bed itself were used as murder tools.

There must have been a fierce fight last night, but Chen Yan didn't realize it at all—the two people who fought, Karazhan and Bidgerman, must be two masters of physical arts.

(End of this chapter)