Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 675 [Chapter of the Game of Death] 120 Four: All Beings (1)

[Extraordinary power is unpredictable and unreliable. 】

The voice that made the conclusion before appeared again.

[Any unpredictable force is difficult to consider, and it is even more difficult to deduce it as a "variable" - the simulator has told us tens of millions of times that a variable must float within a certain range in order to have an effect with a sufficiently stable probability. 】

The voice that asked the question seemed a bit stubborn:

[Society is a society composed of people, and people's will should not be ignored——

Just as those wills that brought Yanan City down to what it is today should not be ignored, those wills that want to save Yanan City should not be ignored either.

People are individuals with subjective will, and idealists exist in any era. From this point of view, there is no difference between extraordinary people and ordinary people-everyone wants to live in this society and wants this society to become better . 】

Although the other voices felt that this voice was a bit naive, they still patiently waited for him to finish speaking, because what he said made sense to a certain extent.

[Different from other variables, human will cannot be used as a variable, and cannot be calculated by adding some kind of logic.

And human will is the decisive factor affecting the society—behaviors influenced by human will change and shape the society.

If a transcendent with free will wants to help people and use his own strength to make up for the lack of conditions for "success in the parade", the parade may succeed. 】

After a brief moment, others expressed pessimism at such claims.

[This is a typical concept of personal heroism. I don't think it works. In the face of such a violent social event, even the personal will and means of a superhuman can hardly affect the overall situation. 】

[Yes, it’s all because there are too many people...the more people there are, the more complicated things will become. Individual will can’t interfere with the behavior of the group, even if the transcendent you mentioned can help the marchers walk to the gate of the House ——We assume that this almost impossible situation has arisen—in the end, the House of Representatives is under pressure to negotiate with the marchers, and those workers who have not read books have no way to extract benefits from scholars who have read poetry and books. 】

[Combined with the existence of the so-called "law of the extraordinary" - [the covenant of no war], the intervention of the extraordinary in the world is originally "illegal" and must be supervised and sanctioned.

Transcendental interventions in the mundane world are therefore often less successful, as has already been done in Yharnam before.

Even if there is such an extraordinary person who wants to intervene in this level of parade through extraordinary means, he will soon be stopped by the extraordinary law enforcement officer—look at that extraordinary person who may have blown up the army's defense line , isn't there a direct loss of people now? 】

【This is really too difficult...】

Suddenly, warning words appeared in the chat room.

[Everyone wait a moment, this person does not have an IP address. 】

Everyone panicked all of a sudden, how could people accessing the Internet not have IP addresses?
The people who come to this chat room are all overseas agents, and the IP address can be traced back to the lighthouse of the overseas server of the empire at most, but it is impossible to have no IP address, unless...

Unless, the person who just spoke is a legendary "electronic ghost"!
[The thing without an IP address... suddenly disappeared! 】

Everyone rummaged through the server to run the code, and found that the "person" who just spoke had left the chat room without leaving any traces in the server.

……

……

[At this time, there are still 28 hours before Chen Yan's execution]
At 7 o'clock in the evening, there was a blizzard.

On the first floor of a corner building in the lower city, it was originally a worker's apartment contracted by a factory, but now it has lost control due to the bankruptcy of the factory.

One of the rooms was occupied by three Ayres with a little sense, and after a simple arrangement, it became a bar - making wine with chaff and brown rice, never paying taxes, not responsible for the quality of the wine, and once sold, it will not be refunded The money kind.

When the strike started last night, the three owner-bartender Ayres were still hungover and the bar was easily ransacked by the marching crowd.

In such bad weather, alcohol is even used by some barbaric peoples to save their lives. Most of these peoples come from the north, where there is snow all the year round. Alcohol is their lifeblood.

After coming to Yanan City, countless people of these ethnic groups died every year due to drinking fake wine blended with industrial alcohol.

After the tavern was ransacked, the three Ayre bosses, swearing and swearing, strengthened the doors and wall panels, and took out a crate of stinking stock from the "cellar" they dug with their shovels-the corner building has no burden. One floor, so they accidentally dug out the sewer pipe when they were digging, and they were lucky to be able to repair it. This kind of winter makes the drinkers no longer care whether the alcohol container is dirty or not.

The door was violently opened by a tall Luke in a tattered black trench coat. The bosses of the Ayres are not surprised by such rude behavior. They have long been used to the rudeness of people in the lower city. ——

When the figure entered the door, they both subconsciously glanced at the man's hand.

No gun in hand.

There is no guarantee that there is nothing in the pocket or waist, but at least it is not in the hand, which means that this person is not looking for trouble.

"Twopenny rum."

Rum is a rare commodity in this area, because it is fermented and distilled from the soup pressed from sugarcane. Sugarcane is a rare thing in Yanan City. The rum in the tavern is still the same as William Adams before Made when the group suppressed prices.

However, the production method of the Ayre is different from that of the Castiles, who have the traditional method of making rum, so the rum in the tavern tastes very astringent, and with that hint of smell, it leads to a thick-skinned drink. The bosses of the Ayres were a little embarrassed when they were bargaining.

"Pennies don't work, man, there's a mess out there, and money doesn't work, no food or drink."

The Al boss subconsciously glanced at the guest's face.

"Have to pay with bullets."

The guest gave a deep smile, not knowing whether he was mocking or what.

"Ah……"

He didn't ask the price, just took out five bullets and put them on the table, picked up the rum handed over by the boss, and drank it in one gulp.

Then he pushed the wine glass back, and tapped the two pennies he just took out with the tip of his right index finger:

"Continued Cup."

Another Ayre boss said:

"Pay with bullets."

He took out four bullets and put them on the table, picked up the rum handed by the boss again, and drank it in one gulp.

In this way, when the three bullets were placed on the table again, the boss handed over a mobile phone instead of rum.

He picked up his cell phone and dialed.

"I've got an encrypted IP."

"Among those who organized the parade this time, three of them can be identified as eyeliners. They are..."

He announced three names to the voice on the other side of the phone, and the teams each of these three names led.

"In addition, there are also three people who have been instigated, namely..."

"The remaining 16 organizers are considered clean, but as the team's progress is unsustainable, perhaps the moment when they surrender to the enemy is not far away."

"The industrial zone has already begun to organize the resumption of production. They have come up with a sincere contract. The workers who stayed in the lower city and the industrial zone are very excited. Some people can't resist the temptation and have entered the factory again.

Those who represented the workers going uptown were about to be completely abandoned by everyone else.

The workers do not know that a contract without legal and violent endorsement is just a dead letter.

The things written in those articles can't be unfolded - orderly strikes, organized street blockades, finding and killing every scab, building armed forces belonging to the workers, negotiations under the supervision of the majority... all Can't do it anymore - these things are supposed to be the preparations for the strike, but we got those articles too late, too late... there is no way to do these things.

We became a real mob. "

"Well, well... I know, at least pick out the traitors, and try to save some of the insignificant fruits of victory that were exchanged for bloodshed and sacrifice..."

"But what about the team ahead? They are still working hard for everyone.

Can they come back? "

long silence.

The three Ayre bosses didn't seem to hear the conversation between him and the voice on the phone, nor did he have the strange aura when he just entered the tavern, and just stood there motionless.

"The next time... When is the next time? We are getting stronger, and the enemy is also getting stronger. Those articles in the forum can be seen by everyone, and they are enough to know how to deal with it next time from those articles. parade."

"We may not have a future..."

"This is the physical address of the last encrypted IP that I know. The mysterious person gave them all. We may not be able to continue to communicate in the future."

"In short... ask for blessings, save yourself as much as possible, and wait until the next time, next time..."

Before he finished speaking, the Ayer boss in front of him suddenly said:

"They are here."

The man froze, a pair of big hands suddenly pinched the phone in the palm until it deformed, and then rushed towards the side door of the bar opened by another Ayre boss.

He rushed out of the side door, and the door was closed, the bolt was locked, and the sound of gunshots was heard one after another behind him.

He gritted his teeth and rushed into the blizzard, disappearing in a moment.

(End of this chapter)