Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 73 The Ordinary Extraordinary

We are almost certain that the list was in the hands of the murderer who killed their family-the murderer who drove into the Mergwynn toy store.

We can also imagine that the murderer must be a killer hired by the Conservative Party.

The Labor Party has had a hard time surviving, Mr Chan.

They are ordinary workers who spend a lot of time and earn a small amount of money to live on.

He must also find ways to ensure the safety of himself and his family under the persecution of the Conservative Party and scabs.

And now, that list is lost, they are exposed to the eyes of the Conservative Party, exposed to the ubiquitous scabs.

The Conservative Party and their minions, in order to get more votes, will definitely try to interfere with the Labor Party's union with the workers, and they will use their blood to scare the workers.

Mr Chen, the Labor candidate on the list, is in great danger. '

Hearing these words, Chen Yan felt a buzzing in his head.

"Wait a minute."

He interrupted Claude Moon.

"first question."

He looked directly at the ground, Claude Moon's eyes.

"Why are you doing this?"

Claude Moon had already prepared his speech and immediately answered his words.

'To a certain extent, transcendental beings are no different from ordinary people. '

'We also eat hard toasted black bread every morning, and can't afford lemon tea or black tea with milk. '

’ We were also exhausted after get off work each night, returning to our crowded shared apartment and listening to seven or eight different snores all night. '

'We use super long working hours in exchange for such a small meal, as you Asians often say: people in the world are in a panic, just for a few taels of money. '

"It's flustered... Who on earth did you learn these slang words from?"

'that's not important!Mr. Chen!The interests of the workers are important! '

Chen Yan was silent for a moment.

He thought of the last driver of the No. 306 bus, that white-skinned red-necked uncle named Donald.

He had thought carefully about the general election, but due to limited vision and information, he couldn't figure out a result.

"Claude Moon."

'Um? '

"Do extraordinary people also need to work?"

'Heh, don't work, where does the money to buy flour come from?Made it out of thin air? '

There was resentment in Claude Moon's voice.

'On the contrary, some extraordinary people really don't need to work. They usually own some industries of their own through the accumulation of several generations, and can get a steady stream of income through the industries. '

"You...can't just grab it directly? Or for example, can't you enter the shadow of a certain bank manager and get a lot of money through that person?"

'Mr. Chen, do you think [the promise of no war] is just a joke. '

Chen Yan immediately remembered the conversation in Green's clinic.

[If you expose the fact that you are an extraordinary person, you will be removed from the forces you belong to and will be cleaned up. 】

Chen Yan was thoughtful.

"Claude, what do you do for work?"

'This is a secret, Mr. Chen, the mortal identity of every transcendent is their biggest secret. '

Chen Yan frowned and said, "You're not right, what happened to Green? He took the initiative to expose his identity in front of me."

There was a hint of complexity in Claude Moon's voice.

'That's because you are no ordinary mortal, Mr. Chen. '

Chen Yan was silent.

He realized that he had a big misunderstanding of superhumans.

They have extraordinary power, but because of the [no-war agreement], they cannot override the mortal world.

They have their own identities as mortals, living in vulgar society like normal mortals.

And because of the shackles of the [Non-war Covenant], in many cases, they are no different from normal mortals.

"Then, the second question."

Chen Yan made up his mind to ask thoroughly.

"Aren't you afraid that I will leak such an important matter?"

The answer came immediately.

'You won't, Mr. Chen. '

Chen Yan had never felt such firm confidence in Claude Moon's voice.

'People like you don't betray your identity. '

Chen Yan asked curiously, "Aren't you afraid that I'm a scab?"

'Don't be afraid, a person who is so generous that he gives his apartment to others for free, how can he be a lowly scab. '

Chen Yan was furious: "You fucking checked me again!"

'Calm down, Mr. Chen, I didn't investigate deeply, I just know that you opened an apartment and lived in two paupers who couldn't pay the rent. '

Chen Yan warned with a vicious voice: "I assure you, if you do this again, I will not be able to contact Vivienne for you!"

'I see, Mr. Chen. '

Chen Yan stared at the eyes emerging from the shadow's head for ten seconds.

"Now, I'm going home." He said in a very serious tone, "Before I enter the door, get out of my shadow."

'As you wish, Mr. Chen. '

The dense, misty moonlight dissipated, and Walker Street reappeared in Chen Yan's field of vision.

He wrapped his black windbreaker tightly, quickened his pace, and walked in the direction of 33 Walker Street.

It took about half an hour before he returned to the door of the house.

He took out his mobile phone, turned on the spirit vision camera, and scanned the shadow and surroundings, but found no shadow of Claude Moon.

Chen Yan still used a vicious tone, and lowered his voice to say something to the surroundings.

"If I know that you are still following me, the things we agreed on will be over!"

After he finished speaking, he nervously scanned his surroundings with his mobile phone again, but he still didn't find the blond fat man.

He gave the air a hard look, then opened the door and entered the apartment.

Due to the bright moonlight tonight, the apartment was not too dark.

Chen Yan closed the door behind his back, skillfully took out the kerosene lantern from the cabinet under the entrance, and walked to the kitchen on the first floor.

He is really hungry, especially now, as soon as he relaxes, the accumulated hunger hits like a tide, and his eyes turn black from time to time, as if he will faint from hunger at any time.

He walked to the kitchen on the other side of the corridor on the first floor.

He remembered that a few days ago, because the picture was cheap, he bought a whole piece of uncut black bread for 5 pence.

After he came back that day, he realized that there was something wrong with this piece of bread—on the surface it looked no different from normal black bread, but in fact, this piece of black bread was not only unpalatable, but also terribly hard. It was barely enough to eat.

It's really cheap.

Chen Yan put the piece of black bread in the kitchen and never touched it again.

But today... Today is really too hungry, so hungry that I can see stars in my eyes.

He approached the kitchen and suddenly saw a light in the kitchen.

There are thieves? !
He subconsciously became vigilant, and the hand holding the projector began to exert force, preparing to throw the projector as a weapon.

The next moment, a soft voice came from the kitchen.

"Is the landlord coming back?"

(End of this chapter)