Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 26 Before Dawn
"Uh, uh..."

Chen Yan nodded, then quickly shook his head, his face darkened.

"Ah, did something happen? Have you broken up? Or divorced? Young man, don't be discouraged, the days to come are still long, how can a man worry about not being able to find a woman?"

The man's tone became more gentle.

Chen Yan took a breath of the cold air in the public phone booth to clear his head.

Chen Yan looked into the man's eyes,
The pupils in those eyes have begun to slacken.

Men can't last long.

Next, Chen Yan asked many questions,
About the man's career, the background of the whole family, and the course of action of their family in recent days.

Many memories of the man have been forgotten, except for some vague memories related to his wife, and memories related to his daughter——

Only when referring to the memory related to his daughter, the man's expression will not be confusing.

After trying to test other memories to no avail, Chen Yan said:
"Sir, I think we should go back to the previous topic."

"The previous topic... oh, by the way, my little Vivian, woo..."

Having said this, the gentle expression on the man's face disappeared.

The sadness visible to the naked eye turned into tears overflowing.

Time is running out, Chen Yan can't let him immerse himself in such emotions.

"When was the last time you were with Vivienne?"

The man sobbed and replied: "I've been with her... since her illness, Ellie and I rarely leave her side.

Even if you leave, just leave for a moment. "

He paused, a little despair appeared in his eyes.

"I remember... In my impression, the last time I was with Vivienne was on the morning of November 11th."

"It's very strange, I've been by her side all the time..."

He tried to explain.

"She can't leave me because she is in poor health and has very little strength. She needs me to take care of her..."

"So, why do I remember the last time I was with her?

Did I leave her after this time?

God!Without my care, what would little Vivienne do? ! "

The sudden grief short-circuited his brain.

Chen Yan corrected it in time:

"Sir, what happened in your last memory on November 11th?"

The man's memory is already very confused, but he still remembers these.

"On the morning of November 11th... Vivienne's birthday is a whole day away, and I prepared a birthday present for her...Birthday presents are one of the things that make her happy...I, I ordered a bouquet of flowers ...No, it's a whole cartload of flowers!"

The morning of November 11th...that is, yesterday morning.

Chen Yan clearly remembered that today is December 12st.

November 11th is the day when a man has his last memory.

In other words, the man lost about 24 hours of memory.

He forgot that his family of three was in a car accident!
He looked at the man, and he still couldn't understand how the man survived the car accident and how he was invited to come to Byron Weiss Zoo.

This is so unbelievable - a family of three was involved in a car accident, and the news clearly broadcast "died in misfortune", but the man in front of him seemed unscathed.

Even if he didn't die.

How can you not go to the hospital after a car accident and go to the zoo?

Also lost 24 hours of memory after going to the zoo.

It's all so abnormal.

Moreover, the first agent, Lawrence Argent, said that this group of tourists was not people, but something else.

Is it an evil spirit?

Or some kind of zombie or something?

Chen Yan didn't know.

Chen Yan only knew that as an invitee, the man lost about 24 hours of memory, and this phenomenon was not accidental.

Chen Yan was convinced that this was a rule.

[Invitees of Byron Weiss Zoo will lose about 24 hours of memory] - this is a rule.

When the voice fell, a stream of blood flowed down the public phone.

It was pus and blood flowing from the man's neck.

He was almost unable to hold on anymore, and the frozen blood between his neck was about to melt.

But he still went on.

His tone was relaxed, as if those words—the memories in those words could bring him countless joys.

"In the carload of flowers I bought her, there were heather, ash, lily-of-the-valley, holly, pansy, carnation, rose, rose, cornflower..."

He counted them one by one, as if the flowers were right in front of his eyes.

"I hid a whole cart of flowers in the studio next door, haha, Vivian hates painting, so she will never find that cart of flowers!"

The expression on his face was extremely smug, as if he had done something very clever.

Just because the skin and flesh and blood continued to crumble, that smug expression seemed a little strange.

He went on talking about the things that made him proud.

"I ordered a big cake at the same height in the cake workshop on the south side of the high street. I will wait until tomorrow - until December 12st. The cake will be finished. I will put some flowers on the cake, um... every day Insert one flower for every plant! Insert enough flowers for her age!"

Chen Yan asked in a low voice: "Sir, how old is Vivian?"

The man's eyes were shining brightly: "I'm only one day away from turning 13!"

Chen Yan reminded: "But are there 13 kinds of those flowers?"

Thinking of this, the expression on the man's face suddenly became depressed.

"Ah, ah, there are more than 13 kinds of flowers, there is no way to put every kind of flower on the cake..."

Despair appeared in his expression.

It was also at the next moment that the expression of despair emerged, the second and third streams of blood flowed from between his necks.

Blood flowed down the public phone, and it took only a few seconds to almost cover the public phone.

God knows where so much blood came from his head.

The man obviously also felt the flow of blood. He tried his best to look down with his eyeballs, but he still couldn't see the blood.

After several attempts, he gave up such a move, saying in a frustrated voice:

"I'm dying."

His tone was much calmer than Chen Yan imagined.

Chen Yan looked at his gradually dazed eyes: "Maybe just go to sleep, sir, maybe you're just sleepy."

A forced smile appeared on the man's face, distorted by his puffy face.

"Yes...is it..."

Chen Yan nodded: "Maybe this is just a dream. Where have you seen a person who can talk without a body? This is only a scene in a dream."

The man was stunned for a moment, and then he was pleasantly surprised: "It seems to be!"

Chen Yan said: "Go to sleep, sir, close your eyes and sleep, it will be dawn when you wake up."

The man smiled and closed his eyes.

Chen Yan fell silent.

Blood covered the entire public telephone.

A few seconds later, when Chen Yan was about to open the door and clean up the public phone booth before the third uncle came, a voice suddenly came from behind.

"You are a good person."

The man is not dead.

"Please tell Vivian, don't go to the priest again, the prayers of the choir are worse than the tricks of the clown in the circus."

"Also...Although it's rude, I still want to ask you, please save Vivienne, save my child..."

"My bearer safe is at 189 Walker Street, in a small helm of the Powder Keg Gang, number 5371, code 710309."

"Now, I'm really going to sleep."

"Good morning~"

(End of this chapter)