Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 7 Immigrants and Gods

"He saw the demands on those notes, but he couldn't make even one of them!

It's just a simple [Turn around], is it that difficult? "

The man's snickering gradually became low, and gradually turned into a low "hissing" sound.

It sounded very much like the sound made by some kind of reptile crawling forward on the snow.

The blizzard outside the window is still not declining, and the fine snowflakes block all the sight outside the window.

Klein stared at the writing on the note.

"Maybe he can't do it."

He said.

"Geralt Sif, maybe he was scared and stupid, so he didn't follow the instructions on the note."

"Perhaps, he never imagined that he must fulfill the requirements on the note in order to survive."

The man in the dark muttered softly: "It's not because of stupidity."

Klein pinched his ears vigorously to wake himself up a little.

Looking at the wall clock on the wall of the police station, the time has already pointed to 1:13 in the morning.

It will be dawn in a few hours, but Klein clearly has no intention of leaving get off work.

He circled three requirements with a pen in his hand.

The two sides of the pen that are often in contact with fingers have been worn off.

Exposing the polished brass pen body under the paint surface,

Under the dim light, a light yellow halo is reflected.

"And what about the murderer himself?"

Speaking of this, the man put away the frivolity on his face.

"The strength of the [Blood] on the note is very low, there are two possibilities.

First possibility:
The person who used [Tainted Blood] - the murderer, was very weak in himself, not enough to exert the power of [Tainted Blood].

Second possibility:
This point of [Polluted Blood] probably did not come from a real superior, so it does not have the powerful power of a real superior. "

Klein didn't speak, because he didn't know much about abnormal events, so he could only listen to the man's reasoning.

"The murderer may be a low-level family member of a high-ranking person,

Just a simple prayer,

without giving your life,

Nor did he stick to the blood of the superior. "

He licked his slender tongue, which was completely different from normal people.

"In our circles, these people are collectively referred to as [virgins]."

Really bad fun.

Klein already hated that legendary circle, and the man's words aggravated his disgust.

"Is there any other possibility?"

The man in the dark thought for a moment before continuing:
"It may also be a coincidence, a lucky person who got a little [Tainted Blood] happened to know how to use [Tainted Blood].

Such a person can pass a certain secret ceremony—we call it [Secret Ritual] for short,
Apply the power of [Tainted Blood] to the object to make such a note. "

The man fumbled with his stubble-covered chin.

"Or maybe some undead who practiced the deep spells used the deep spells on mortals.

I have seen people who were [cursed to death] by the deep spell before,
Hmm... just this kind of outrageous death,
There were no signs, no violence,
As long as certain conditions are met,

'Snapped',
People die. "

"In short, he must not be a dangerous person."

"If it wasn't for these... I really wouldn't be able to figure it out."

Klein was very dissatisfied with his final conclusion.

"That's not right."

He pointed to the note on the desk.

"No matter who the murderer is, extraordinary powers appeared on Walker Street and killed people. This is different from what we agreed on at the beginning."

The man in the dark still wants to quibble:

"Klein, you know, it's out of control.

There are more and more new immigrants, and there will be more and more extraordinary people,
This is an objective fact.

Transcendents are uncontrollable, and big companies cannot 100% predict the emergence of Transcendents...

Whether it's the Byron Weiss Group, or the Astartes Secret Order, or even the hymn troupe that claims to be a true god.

No one person or organization can know when and where those inhuman monsters will appear!
We can only stop them in time when they make trouble. "

He emphasized his tone and repeated the word.

"Stop it in time."

"do you understand?"

Klein's complexion was harder than the black bread served at night in the miners' cafeteria in the lower city.

He tapped the table again.

"Bang bang."

The sound is much louder than last time.

"I'll help you get the key to the Yanan City Civic Information Base.

You help me keep the Transcendent off Walker Street, or get rid of the perpetrator.

This is what we agreed upon. "

He imitated the man's previous appearance and emphasized the word "agreed".

Some of the words in this sentence seem to hit the man's weakness,

The face in the darkness suddenly felt a little helpless.

"Klein, you don't need to repeat this every time, I'll remember it."

He didn't know whether he was explaining or trying to quibble.

"My job is different from yours. It was already very troublesome.

From hundreds of thousands of normal people, looking for an extraordinary person who looks almost indistinguishable from normal people,
You're a police officer and you know how hard it is. "

He complained.

"Besides, today's society is different from before.

Since the empire opened up immigration, a large number of foreigners have poured into Yanan City, which is the closest to the customs.
You know better than me how much the population has skyrocketed. "

He emphasized the word "immigration".

"Let me tell you a secret, Klein, my dear Inspector."

"A secret that few people know and is only passed on in very small circles."

The blizzard outside the window was getting worse, and the man's lowered voice was isolated in the police station by the sound of the wind and snow, and not a single syllable could be heard.

"I also just heard this by accident...

You know, my group is all over the sewers of Yanan City, and we can always hear and see such strange events. "

"Some strange immigrants have appeared, they have inexplicable abilities, and secret rituals that never existed in this land."

"They are powerful and aimless."

"The local Transcendents have already had conflicts with them. My people have witnessed those conflicts and confirmed some things."

He whispered the name quietly.

"External God."

"Some foreign gods also came in with those immigrants."

Klein opened his eyes wide, and finally turned around.

Across the darkness, staring at the man's vertical pupils.

"Does the choir know about this?"

The man snickered again.

"The group of executioners can't even deal with the virgins who believe in this religion, how can they have time to deal with the outer gods?"

Klein didn't know what to say.

Stained blood, family members, outer gods, extraordinary people... This is not a field that he, an ordinary policeman, can reach.

It was only because of an accident a year ago that he entered the other side of Yanan City and came into contact with these weird things.

He doesn't know much about these things.

Except for the corpse of a transcendent who was accidentally forgotten by the choral group, the "unnatural phenomena" he can come into contact with are really limited.

Most of the taboo knowledge he understands now comes from the mouth of the man in front of him.

The man is covering his head, having a headache.

"In the past few days, the dark side of Yanan City has become a mess.

Brother, you don't know how I got here these days..."

(End of this chapter)