Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 72 The Third Form of Existence

"When is it?"

"You will know... One day in the future, you will definitely know... At that time, please remember the kindness you once felt from the Powder Keg Gang, Mr. Chen."

After a while, they left the basement.

The black cloth was taken down, and Ryan Gamma sent Chen Yan out.

"With that guy's protection, you must be safe."

Ryan Gamma pointed to the shadow of Chen Yan.

Tonight's moonlight was extraordinarily bright, and Chen Yan's shadow was elongated on the ground, and the darkness in that shadow was deeper than any other night.

He was referring to Claude Moon in the shadows.

Chen Yan looked up at the moon above the sky, but he didn't see a woman holding a knife on the moon, nor did she see a large bush of bright trees and flowers around her—the moon was white and bright, only some faintly visible Just blemishes.

"Good night, Mr. Chen."

Ryan Gamma looked at Chen Yan who was enthralled, and reminded in a very low voice:

"You need to go home early tonight, because there is some trouble in the downtown area today. We are close to the downtown area, and the night is not peaceful."

Chen Yan came back to his senses and nodded.

"Good night, Mr. Gamma."

Chen Yan was not used to such politeness.

Such obviously purposeful kindness made him feel even more weird.

Ryan Gamma grinned, showing a mouthful of big yellow teeth.

He stepped back into the door, and with the crisp sound of dense lock cylinders closing, the door of the Powder Keg Gang closed.

Standing at the door, Chen Yan first looked at his watch.

The time stayed at 8:32.

He looked down at his own shadow again.

"Claude Moon, why did they do this?"

The voice of the fat blond came into his head.

'This is not a place to talk, just communicate with me with your thoughts. '

Chen Yan raised his foot, wanting to step on his own shadow, but he quickly gave up on this boring move.

"I won't communicate with you with my mind, Claude Moon, don't think I don't know, you once entered my dreamland—peeping into my dreamland without my permission—what a treat It's a silly thing."

"If I use my mind to communicate with you, will it constitute some kind of two-way channel?"

"You can follow this passage and enter my mind?"

There were echoes of Claude Moon in his head.

'Ha, you can really imagine, Mr. Chen. '

Chen Yan refuted his words.

"Even if my guess is wrong, it's not much different—you keep asking me to communicate with you, and you once peeped into my dreams... You must have another purpose."

He made his way to the other side of Walker Street, preparing to walk all the way back to his block.

Perhaps because the moonlight is too bright tonight, the part of Walker Street close to the downtown area is quite bright.

Even without street lights, you can almost see the dark alleys beyond the street.

Chen Yan walked fast, he wanted to go home quickly.

Even though his stomach was unbearably hungry, he didn't want to stay outside.

As he walked back, he questioned his own shadow.

"Claude Moon, what on earth do you want to do?"

'Listening to your tone, we are going to open the skylight and say harsh words. '

"It's to open the skylight and speak bluntly. Who did you hear these Asian slang words from?"

'Ah, is this a test for me, Mr. Chen, I have just done a notarization for you, are you going to test me without limit? '

"You are really shameless. This is the first time I have seen someone make shamelessness so natural."

'Your grammar is wrong. '

"Don't avoid my questions."

'Speaking of which, I really want to ask you for help. '

"You can finish it in one sentence."

'I'd like to ask you to help me with a question for Vivienne Mergowyn. '

Chen Yan stopped abruptly.

"What did you say?!"

The moonlight seemed to turn cold suddenly, and Chen Yan couldn't help shivering violently.

'Shh, don't talk. '

Chen Yan watched helplessly as the moonlight in the block in front of him became more and more intense, and within a moment, the moonlight actually formed a mist-like existence, covering him inside.

He bowed his head.

On the shadow head on the ground, Claude Moon's eyes have been opened.

'We need to be more cautious, Mr. Chen, the Moonlight Barrier can help us isolate everything, including electromagnetic waves. '

Chen Yan was still stuck in the question he just asked.

"What are you talking about! Isn't Vivienne dead?"

'Vivienne Mergowyn is dead, but you can still find her. '

"Where can I find her?"

'Zoo, Mr Chen, Byron Weiss Zoo. '

When Claude Moon said this, although the voice appeared directly in his head, Chen Yan felt that his voice became lower—he was avoiding something, and was also afraid of something.

'This world is very different from what you imagined, Mr. Chen. '

'Humans, superhumans, demihumans, family members, souls...these are just different forms of life. '

"You mean, although Vivian's body has died, she still exists in the zoo in the form of a soul?!"

'That's not true, Mr. Chen. '

'She died. '

'Her body died, her blood dried up, and her soul was shattered. '

' But she's still there - she's in our memory. '

"You...what the hell are you talking about?"

'She exists in this world in another form of life—

This form is not flesh and blood, nor is it soul.

It is the third form of existence with memory as its origin and the body of a beast as its carrier. '

"I...I don't understand."

'We don't understand either, Mr. Chen, but we have observed for a long time that this is one of the [high-end technologies] researched by the Byron Weiss Group. '

"How...how can I contact Vivienne?"

'I do not know either. '

"I refrained from scolding you."

'Thank you so much, Mr. Chen, because I really don't know how to contact Vivian.

All I know is that Vivienne still [exists].

Although her memory is fragmented, she still holds some key information. '

"The so-called [key information] is what you want to ask."

'Yes, Mr. Chen, we must know who the murderer who killed Vivian's family is. '

"Can you tell me why?"

'There is nothing to hide, Mr. Chen.

Vivienne's father, Johnny Mogowan, was a member of the Labor Party in Yharnam.

He has a list.

There are some names on the list, some names of Labor candidates.

Most of them are ordinary workers.

As you can see, the names of ordinary workers who sweat 15 hours a day in factories with hammers and picks.

They will participate in the general election, and Mr. Chen, some of them, will become the leader of the Labor Party, and even the councilor of Yanan City, who will have the power to make laws.

Since the death of Johnny Mergowyn, that list has disappeared. '

(End of this chapter)