Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 930
It was a Sunday night, and the crowd was going to the Church of the Holy Light on Birmingham Street for evening prayers—the assets owned by the middle class made their belief in God more pious, and church activities were a real baptism for women, For men, it is just a tool to strengthen the exchange of interests between them. They whisper and discuss business in sacred places like churches.

While Klein's eyes were in a trance, a familiar figure appeared among the men. That figure looked tall enough, with broad shoulders, and a fit body that looked out of place with other thin people in the crowd.

That's me, Klein thought to himself.

——At the moment when the eyes were in a trance, time has passed many years later, the same snowy night, the same snowy street, and the same crowd that lost their hustle and bustle, he inevitably became one of them.

The movement of the back means that he is greeting other people familiarly. The naturalness of the movement itself means that this is not the first time he has done such a thing. It's as simple as drinking water.

I don't like it, Klein thought to himself.

He looked at his back, which occasionally showed his side face, and he could already see the growing disgust in his heart from that standard half-smiling face.

I hate that kind of smile, Klein thought.

He enters the society, lives in accordance with the established social rules, enjoys the convenience brought by the social rules, and also bears the price of the convenience brought by the enjoyment-the self-destructiveness caused by doing too many things against his will inner condemnation.

The condemnation in my heart is like a nightmare, it has been tormenting day and night since the moment it appeared, and it will not stop.

As long as he lives in this society, most things are doomed to be unavoidable - this is what his grandfather and father told him, and it is also the life creed he has firmly believed in for most of his life.

He lived according to this creed of life for many years. At that time, he didn't think it was wrong—he didn't think about whether such a creed of life was right or wrong. He was just pushed forward by the inertia of life. Because of the convenience given to him by the rules of society, he has never investigated the right or wrong of the creed.

After he became an adult, he had his own business and became the sheriff of Walker Street. Due to the particularity of his profession, he inevitably faced the choices he had to make against his will time and time again.

It is difficult to make a choice against one's will at first, but it is only made once, and every time after that, it is taken for granted by the subconscious's pursuit of advantages and avoiding disadvantages.

Until he met Chen Yan, until he was imprisoned in Yanan City Public Prison for admitting the crime of murder, that night, he began to torture himself——

Is what I do, what I live by, the right thing to do?
not correct.

He has come to a conclusion.

it's wrong.

He was absolutely sure.

'Now, even if I am about to die, I have the chance to transcend everything.

I would no longer be bound by the rules of society, not even by higher rules.

I am free. '

Countless pure white snowflakes bloomed in the world in front of him, those tiny creations that were humble enough to be ignored by anyone bloomed in mid-air, until they filled the entire field of vision, until the petals extended into his pupils, until a pure white The prickly pistils of ice pierced into his lens, taking root and sprouting in his eyes.

Extreme danger befell him, and Klein's severely overloaded brain had no time to react, and his entire body was pierced by ice flowers—his consciousness was completely pierced by countless ice thorn stamens in an instant, and he fell into a piece of ice made of ice flowers. Stab Purgatory!

At the same time, the out-of-control skyrocketed, and Klein's mind was in turmoil. The out-of-control broke through a certain threshold again while his thinking was in chaos. The tyranny in his heart almost completely swallowed his reason. At this moment, he was only one step away from completely losing himself.

The remaining rationality began to look for a way out of survival, and the rationality led his consciousness to advance along the gap in the ice-thorn purgatory, and the blood flowers produced by the tearing in the conscious body instantly dyed the entire purgatory red!

The nearly out-of-control consciousness wrapped only by a layer of rationality rushed upwards aimlessly—he remembered that it was the direction of the sun, and he knew that the sun could melt ice!
The vision distorted by the pain lasted for an unknown amount of time, and he finally saw his end point—a ray of sunlight seeped through the cracks in the ice thorns!
But it is clearly night now, where does the sunlight come from?
The next moment, the consciousness of desperately trying to survive rushed out of the Ice Spike Purgatory.

Klein looked up at the sky, just like he would do every prayer day when he was a child.

He did not see the so-called holy light.

He just saw a black sun!
While his eyes trembled, the black sun had already descended in front of him, so he finally saw that the bright light around the black sun was not sunlight, but a white snake surrounding the black sun, biting its tail, and devouring itself!

The moment Klein looked at the white snake, the white snake also opened its eyes.

It has no eyeballs in its eyes.

It was the eye of a dead man.

At the moment he looked at the White Snake, the out-of-control surge completely swallowed all of Klein's sanity.

Klein's consciousness began to sink—an endless downward fall happened, but he didn't feel afraid, and instead became calm.

'it is finally over. '

A vague idea was born in the consciousness.

'I can finally... rest...'

During the sinking of consciousness, a vague voice appeared intermittently——

"Fuck! How did Klein melt!"

"Me! I don't know! I've never seen such a thing! This chip... a chip grew out of his brain!"

"Damn it! Why is this chip on fire! So much blood! Why is the brain on fire!"

"This biomass chip is too overloaded! I have to downclock the chip...but I don't have a data cable that can be connected to this chip!"

"Grass (four tones) (violent)! Can you do it! Can't you use wireless?!"

"I... I will try my best!"

"Girl, you only have 3 minutes - before he completely rots, there are only 3 minutes left at most. After 3 minutes, I will make a knife."

"It's done!"

The screen quickly reversed.

Klein felt that he suddenly started to rise.

At the same time, the black sun in the black-and-white world receded rapidly, leaving his field of vision almost instantly. The Ice Spike Purgatory retracted into the pure white snowflakes in the sky, and the familiar Birmingham Street appeared in front of him again.

The moment a sliver of reason that is almost impossible to control his consciousness, Klein seized the right to use the biochip.

'I am back. '

'Start re-confirming yourself to stabilize the loading state of the biochip. '

The moment Klein made an effort to fight against the loss of control, a voice clearly appeared in his ears:

"Sooner or later they will be punished by God."

This is what his father once said to Klein.

The father was speaking to those who went to Birmingham Street Chapel for prayers on Sundays.

The memory began to reaffirm Klein's self.

At the same time as the voice appeared, a familiar figure appeared in the painting not far from Birmingham Street in front of Klein.

The figure was still young, not as stooped as he was familiar with. The figure appeared among the crowd who were about to go to Birmingham Street Church to pray. The right hand was not placed on the waist close to the holster as usual. Instead, he held a small delicate dark brown briar wood pipe, and took a puff from time to time.

Klein still remembered that this was a birthday present from his mother to his father, and it had been used for many years, so that the pipe cavity containing the tobacco leaves had been blackened by inferior tobacco leaves.

The father appeared in the memory, so the whole picture in front of him became clearer——

The muddy color on the muddy street climbed up from the corner of the moldy brick-red wall in a blink of an eye, until it dyed the air into twilight. The sun had already passed the time of setting, and the night in Yanan City always came in winter. Earlier, Birmingham Street, which didn't need to begrudge the gas bill at all, had already lit up street lights before twilight fell, so the twilight Klein saw came from the part above the chimney.

This was his favorite view of the sky as a child.

There is absolutely no reason for such a preference.

Father is a just man, Klein thought to himself.

The remembrance of his father allowed Klein to regain part of himself, so more reason returned, and those noisy, indistinguishable voices, like turbulent radio waves, also passed Klein's consciousness like a fright:
"Hey (four beeps)! Brains are off!"

"Well, the frequency reduction has been completed, the overclocking state of the chip has been lifted, and a bunch of error codes have been deleted... But the overclocking time was too long before, you can see that his place is burnt, and it is estimated that even if he is rescued, he will not survive. long."

"Is it really not possible to change the brain?"

"The prerequisite for brain-computer implantation surgery is that he is physically healthy, has complete consciousness and is free from mental illness. He looks like this... Even if the brain-computer is replaced, the best result is a cyberpsychopath, and it is impossible to be normal."

"Ugh……"

These voices were like whispers from another world, and Klein couldn't hear them clearly from the first word.

Klein only knew that since he had regained the initiative of part of his consciousness, he must seize this opportunity to fully wake up.

When Klein forced his attention again, the colors quickly spread out in the picture in front of him——

The iron-red rust on the surface of the street lamp climbed up the lamp pole, and reached the lamp cap in a blink of an eye. Those not beautiful but realistic colors jumped out towards the direction beyond the lamp cap, and exploded into a ball of scattered flowers in mid-air .

Rust scattered flowers exploded in mid-air like fireworks, and the dust of the fireworks fell on the shoulders of passers-by, dyeing the men's gentleman's clothes into a solemn black, and making the women's winter skirts that are not brightly colored look lively enough .

The dust from the fireworks touched the children, so the whole picture began to have sounds—the sound of snow falling on the ground, the sound of pedestrians stepping on the snow, the sound of children playing, the whispering of adults, The sound of hot water flowing quickly in the heating pipe next to the street, the slight "bang" sound of the cat on the outer wall of the heating pipe that was awakened by pedestrians jumping onto the roof...

Today is a day of prayer.

As his vision turned with his thoughts, Klein saw his own dining table. The food on the table was as delicious as ever, not only baked wheat bread until golden brown, apple-flavored cheese and veal steak, but also grilled sparrows, Burnt antelope legs and deer carpels.

Every time before eating, my mother would pray and tell Klein that this was a gift from the Holy Light.

Klein seemed to be sitting at the table again, listening to the daily bickering between his father and grandpa, his eyes would always fall on his mother at this time, and he prayed that his mother would sit at the table quickly, because father and grandpa lost their voices during the bickering. Showing their veiled hostility towards each other terrified him.

The light gave a warm color to the food on the table. After praying, the mother divided the meals for everyone, so the pleasant dinner began...

Everything comes alive.

Everything seems to have happened yesterday.

Klein wiped away the tears from his eyes, and resentment was born in his consciousness.

The executor's operation cut off his emotions, so when he faced all the warm things in the past again, he clearly knew that the scene was warm, but he didn't feel the slightest "warm" feeling at all—only the body honestly acted on his emotions. The reaction, but there is no change in the heart, this feeling is far more than "terrible".

He quickly eliminated this resentment, and the power of "eliminating any emotions" is also the ability of the executor. He can make all negative emotions disappear in an instant without any side effects.

And now—when there was a problem with the biochip in his brain, after he used the power of the biochip to forcibly eliminate his resentment, the feeling of losing control came to him again.

'I... this loss of control is completely irresistible...'

'I... can't be rescued. '

Klein didn't expect this moment to come so soon.

'I can not be reconciled……'

He didn't know where the strength came from, and he forcibly invoked the power of the biochip again. The powerful and strange brain waves quickly peaked, and the power of idealism reached its peak at this moment.

At the last moment of this moment, Klein calmed down.

More memory pictures about his identity appeared, and these pictures strengthened his cognition of "self", and used it to eliminate the redundant and harmful data of the biochip.

Until a different picture appeared in front of him——

His father did not know who brought back a set of artistic calligraphy from Tianshenzhou, and hung it in a picture frame at home. Klein still clearly remembered that he asked his father at that time, and his father told him in Tianshenzhou language that the artistic calligraphy was :

"Sitting on the ground and traveling [-] miles a day..."

What about the back?
I forgot later...

Who sent this artistic word?

His father seemed to have said it, but the name was too awkward for him when he was young, so that his memory was almost completely blurred here.

Klein thought hard, and finally recalled a few notes:

It seems to be called Andy... Yes, it seems to be called Andy.

who is andy

Klein couldn't remember clearly, but it wasn't because of a problem with his consciousness, because when he saw this artistic word, he felt that his consciousness was strengthened - just "seeing" this artistic word In itself, his consciousness was brought back online on the biochip!
Until now, he was even able to open his eyes!

Klein opened his eyes a little excitedly, and saw three completely unfamiliar uninvited guests standing in front of him.

(End of this chapter)