Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 6
The other party is very smart.

But this is not the time to be smart.

"I'm not emphasizing my entry...I want you guys to catch him early, understand?
He killed someone in my apartment and disturbed the security of the community,
Soon, everyone will know that a new Asian American has been involved in a murder case.

People will be terrified and disgusted with Asians, even if it is not my fault, but the neighbors on Walker Street will also think:

'Look, it's Asians again, they're wild and unruly, and they get into all kinds of things. '

They think: 'If there were no Asians, the crime rate in the neighborhood would not be as high. '

'It's Asians that destabilize the community. '

If the truth cannot be revealed, they will reject Asians even more,

More repelling the more and more new immigrants,

The community will even have signs of racial antagonism,

Klein, you knew something like this would happen—

There used to be even more extreme discrimination in the southernmost community of Yanan City, didn't it? "

After a moment of silence, a calm voice came from the phone.

"I see, Mr. Yan, I will follow up the case."

"By the way, if there is a problem with your entry process, your visa will definitely be affected."

"You'd better take care of these things, because I will not allow black people to appear on the streets under my jurisdiction."

"I'll keep an eye on you."

"Good night."

The phone was hung up.

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At this moment, Walker Street Police Department.

Klein Justes saw off the last operator of the evening, returned to a faded alder desk, and sat down.

That table looks very old already,
One of the table legs seemed to be out of order, and it was barely stable when it was padded with two folded waste newspapers.

On the upper right corner of the table was an old-fashioned electric light with low power. Under the dim light, three notes were neatly arranged in front of Klein.

These three notes are:
[From 10 am to 10 pm, you are not allowed to be at home. 】

[If you are at home from 10 am to 10 pm, please turn on the lights.

And on the back of this note, write your name, and put the note in your pocket. 】

[Please turn around. 】

He said, "This is no ordinary note, is it?"

In the shadow behind Klein, a certain man was leaning on another desk, only a pair of legs in jeans were exposed.

Under the jeans is a pair of oversized brown leather shoes, which are three laps larger than normal adult men's leather shoes.

Many places on the leather shoes have been scuffed, but fortunately they are not broken, and they can barely withstand the severe cold.

He habitually tapped the ground with his toes, and the outline of a huge finger emerged from the top of the shoe.

He was a full 3 meters away from Klein's desk, but he could clearly see the handwriting on the note.

"Hmm... it's a piece of paper contaminated with the power of [Tainted Blood]."

"It's disgusting. It smells like cultists in the sewers north of Yharnam."

He blinked, his left eyelid and right eyelid closed in the middle, and the viscous eye fluid moistened his pale yellow vertical pupils with zigzag lines.

"I'm thinking now, maybe these three notes were not specially prepared for Geralt Sif."

His voice was hoarse, like the neighing of some kind of animal.

"It was only because Geralt Sif broke into Chen Yan's house and found these three notes by accident that he became Chen Yan's scapegoat."

Klein tapped the table with his index finger.

"You mean, the murderer probably came after Chen Yan."

"It was only by chance that Geralt Sif was killed."

Klein seemed a little disappointed.

"That is to say, Chen Yan is not suspected, and the murderer is indeed someone else."

The man in the dark licked his lips.

"Chen Yan may not be the murderer, but the murderer must be related to Chen Yan."

He said this half-ambiguous sentence, and then fell silent.

At this time, it was approaching the morning, and the wind and snow outside the window were gradually increasing.

The fine snowflakes are more like thick fog, covering every corner of Yanan City.

The Walker Street police station was well-heated, and the warm air hit the cold windows, forming a beautiful layer of ice on the inside of the glass.

The man in the darkness was still staring at the three notes on the table.

"Three notes,
three requirements,

If it is not completed, it will be killed by the power of [Foul Blood]. "

"This [death] is [absolute death]——

Once a certain condition is triggered, it will definitely die according to a [specific method].

Even the gods can't save them. "

Klein's eyes froze:
"Geralt Sif's 'heart failure' is what is called [a certain way].

The power of [Tainted Blood] on these three notes will cause people to be greatly frightened, leading to death from heart failure. "

The man in the dark snapped his fingers: "Yes, dear detective, that's basically it."

He went on to say: "What's interesting is that the conditions for such a murder are actually very harsh."

The expression on Klein's face froze.

The man didn't seem to notice Klein's stiff face, and continued:
"Have you ever thought,
If the person who activates these three notes,

Only one of the requirements has been fulfilled,
or fulfilled only two of the requirements,
Under such circumstances, will it be killed? "

He asked himself.

"The answer is no."

He explained.

"This level of [Foul Blood] cannot reach that [Strength]."

"Three requirements, you must not complete even one before you will be killed."

"With all due respect, Sheriff, this is more of a joke, or a punishment."

"It's not like a premeditated murder."

The man's tone was firm.

Klein realized one thing:

"According to what you just said, the murderer was originally targeting Chen Yan."

"And these three notes are just [fun] or [punishment], not [murder]."

"In other words, the murderer didn't intend to kill Chen Yan."

The man let out a chuckle.

"Yes, Mr. Sheriff, take a look, take a look, what are these requirements?"

"Ask when to be at home and when not to be at home,

Ask to turn on the lights, ask to write your name,

what!
It's like a child playing house!
It's one of those [do as I say, or get spanked] games!

Sergeant, didn't you play it when you were a kid? ? "

Klein's expression twisted.

The man went on to say:
"That Chen Yan, he can do these things very easily."

"Don't say Asians are smarter than us."

"Even a normal-minded imperial person can easily meet these requirements if he thinks about it!"

Klein realized a sad thing.

"According to you, that Geralt Sif, his death..."

The man didn't feel that this was a tragedy.

He laughed.

"Yes! Mr. Sheriff!

Geralt Sif was completely fooled to death by himself! "

(End of this chapter)