Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 3 Three Wishes
Two and a half hours later.

The time came to 11:[-] in the evening.

It was snowing lightly.

Due to the dark night and few pedestrians,

It took only a few minutes for the snow to fall, and the streets of Walker Street were already covered with a thin layer of snow.

In front of the apartment gate at 33 Walker Street,

Police lights flash.

The neighbors, attracted by the police lights, stood in the darkness of their rooms,

Watching everything that happened in front of the apartment door.

"The dead man's name is Geralt Sif, 22 years old, unemployed, has been in prison three times for theft, and is a habitual offender."

The tall police officer watched the yellow-skinned young man standing in front of the apartment,

Trying to see what's coming from his face.

But he quickly failed.

The young man's expression was calm, and he didn't show even the slightest bit of panic because of the thief who died at home.

Some information about the young Asian came to the officer's mind.

Chen Yan, male, 23 years old, a new immigrant from the far east, majoring in animal medicine.

Referred to as veterinarians.

The police officers are a little wary because there are not many professionals among Asian immigrants.

The demographic divide of Asian immigrants is extreme,

Either a coolie,
Either it is a rich man who has spent a lot of money to buy properties in Yanan City.

A professional like Chen Yan can almost be described as "rare".

Due to the extreme differentiation of Asians and the uneven quality,

Their reputation in Yanan City, and even the entire empire, is not good.

Even if the police officer represents a "just" profession, they will be prejudiced against them.

What's more, he and his colleagues did not find any clues of the murderer in this old apartment.

This is obviously not normal.

Either the murderer's method of killing was too weird, or it was an extraordinary supernatural event.

It couldn't have been Geralt Sif's own heart attack.

Supernatural events are not under his control, but murder cases are under his jurisdiction.

He once saw with his own eyes that an Asian fugitive who knew "martial arts" punched a law enforcement officer's heart at a distance of 1 centimeter through a heavy cotton coat.

That scene was always a haze in his heart.

So he opened his mouth to question, his tone blunt.

"Mr. Yan, do you have anything to say about Geralt Sif's death?"

Chen Yan shivered in the growing snow,
"First, it's not Mr. Yan, but Mr. Chen."

Then a yawn.

"Second, Officer, if nothing else, I'm going back to sleep."

He didn't answer the officer's question directly because he was really sleepy.

After a busy day in the city center, he can't even keep his eyelids open now.

The police officer looked at him blankly for a few seconds, then raised his flashlight and shone it on his face.

Chen Yan dodged subconsciously,
But he quickly opened his eyes, calmly staring at the gloomy face of the policeman behind the light.

The mouth on that gloomy face opened and closed:
"Geralt died of heart failure, which is almost impossible for a young man like him."

"He was scared to death."

"Mr. Yan, what's so scary in your apartment?"

Chen Yan did not correct him, but put on a straight face:

"Is there a search warrant?"

He still didn't answer the police officer's question directly.

Having lived here for a month, Chen Yan understands how to deal with this group of arrogant white skins.

The attitude must be tough, and the tone must be even tougher.

In the case of not breaking the law, never give in.

This is the law of survival explored by the Asian predecessors with blood and tears.

The police officer looked into his eyes, his voice a little hoarse.

The police officer hadn't had any water for a whole day, but he still forcibly pulled himself together,
With a dry voice, he said more words to Chen Yan:

"Klein."

He shone a flashlight into Chen Yan's eyes,
"I'm Walker Street Patrolman, Cline Justus."

"Please remember this name."

"I'll be watching you."

Chen Yan yawned, turned and walked into the apartment.

Carefully ascend the three frozen steps in front of the apartment,

Enter the gate that was forced open by the police.

Chen Yan looked at the broken door lock, and said loudly to Klein's back who was about to leave:
"Klein, you broke my door lock, please send the compensation to my house."

Klein, who had already stepped into the police car, turned his head and glanced at him, then stepped another foot into the car.

The engine sounded.

Klein left with several police officers and Geralt Sif's body.

Chen Yan closed the door expressionlessly, not paying attention to the broken lock.

There are guests coming tonight,

That will be the first tenant since his apartment opened.

The time for guests to come is not fixed, maybe after 12 o'clock, maybe before sunrise.

That means he needs to stay up all night.

He walked into the hallway, put the key on the key rack on the counter at hand, and took out a kerosene lantern from the cabinet door under the key rack.

Twist the lighter under the kerosene lantern, and with a "puff", a light yellow flame burst out from the smoked yellow lampshade of the lantern.

There are no chandeliers in this house.

One was because the previous chandelier was broken, and after Chen Yan bought this apartment, he no longer had any spare money to buy a new chandelier.

The second reason is that the kerosene in Yanan City is ridiculously cheap. A 1-liter capacity kerosene lantern like the one in his hand can be filled with only 5 pence.

To sum up the reason is poverty.

Because I was poor, I didn't turn on the lights.

Because I was poor, I had to wait for guests all night.

The late night visitor tonight will be the first guest after his apartment opened.

This guest is a "distant relative" introduced to him by a head of the Asian gang "Tai Sheng He".

Guests visiting late at night must not have entered the empire through formal channels.

Is a stowaway.

The empire does not welcome everyone to immigrate, and some dangerous elements are isolated outside the customs.

Only the empire itself knows whether people who are defined as "dangerous elements" by the empire are dangerous or not.

When Chen Yan first entered the customs, he saw two elderly people who were not rich, who were defined as "dangerous elements" and isolated from the customs.

After all, the empire only needs people who can contribute.

Elderly people without money are obviously not included in this list.

Chen Yan walked into the hall, looked at his messed up counter, and frowned.

There is a note under the counter.

Chen Yan did not have the habit of throwing papers around.

Where did this note come from?
Accidentally left by the police?
Or that Geralt Sif thing?

No, probably not Geralt Sif's.

If it belonged to the thief, it should be taken away by the police as evidence of the murder, and it will not be left in this house.

The moment I saw this note, the surrounding voices seemed to become quieter.

The sound of wind and snow outside the window seemed to be isolated from the apartment by some non-existent barrier.

He picked up the note and looked up.

[From 10:10 p.m. to [-]:[-] a.m., you cannot fall asleep during this period. 】

Chen Yan frowned.

"What the hell is this."

"If you don't let me sleep, I won't sleep?"

"But I really don't sleep tonight..."

An imperceptible turmoil occurred in the surrounding space, and some kind of bondage was untied.

Chen Yan didn't notice.

He frowned, holding the kerosene lamp, and something suddenly came to his mind.

"Fuck! This is what the killer left behind!"

(End of this chapter)