San Francisco, in an inconspicuous house.

In the eyes of the neighbors around, this is a small company that can be seen everywhere, but they don’t know exactly what the company does. They only know that it is an old-fashioned trading company. Every day, middle-aged men who look bored go to and from get off work on time, and the front desk receptionist she hires is not very beautiful. In addition, the old decoration inside the company is no different from the 1990s, which makes people uninterested.

In short, in San Francisco, adjacent to Silicon Valley, in this era when the wave of informationization swept everything, it is a miracle that such a company is still surviving.

The homeless people nearby seemed to have discovered that there were more taxis or private cars parked at the door of this company today than usual. A few innocent faces who had never appeared nearby got off the car and walked into the company with a serious face.

But in fact, in San Francisco, where population mobility is extremely large, no one will meddle in other people's business, and even more so for homeless people. They only care about where to solve the problem of today's supper and whether there are any charity groups that distribute food for free.

Another taxi was parked at the company's door.

Father Yang got out of the car in a suit and looked left and right a few times. He saw an elderly homeless man next to the company basking in the sun with disheveled face, and from time to time he put his hands into his clothes to rub mud.

He took out a $10 bill from his pocket and placed it at the foot of the homeless man.

"Thank you, kind-hearted man! May God bless you!" The homeless man smiled and quickly put the banknotes in his pocket. He felt that his luck in this place had run out, so he got up and planned to change the place. Of course, it would be better to use this banknote to buy some breakfast first, or go to a shop run by Chinese or Vietnamese to get a haircut?

Father Yang was about to enter the company when he suddenly remembered something, and took out another $10 bill, lowered his head and asked, "Can you ask you a few questions?"

The homeless man stared at the banknotes with his eyes shining, revealing his mouth with few missing teeth, and laughed, "I know everything, sir."

"Recently, have you vagabonds like you joined some suspicious organizations?" asked Father Yang.

The homeless man was stunned for a moment, "Suspicious organization? Ah, are you talking about an organization like the Universe Information Society?"

He observed Father Yang's expression and knew that he had guessed it right.

"There are many new homeless men who have gone to the industry. I know a young man who squatted here with me the day before yesterday and disappeared yesterday. I heard that he was mingling with those people because they distributed free food stamps, and also gave away blankets and new shoes for free... God testified that it was so cold these days! But I told you, sir, I have been in this city for many years and have seen everything. I told him not to go. Nothing is really free. No matter what you want to get, you have to pay the corresponding price - for example, your $10 can be exchanged for my knowledge." The homeless man said gurglingly, speaking with a leaking air due to lack of teeth.

Father Yang saw the pair of leather shoes with big thumbs on the homeless man's left foot, "I didn't ask you for anything from the previous $10."

"I have given my gratitude and satisfy your conscience." The homeless man smiled proudly, "Not all the things I give can be seen and touched."

Father Yang asked without comment, "Do you know where they went?"

"North and East, I heard that those people built houses in the woods and could live in as long as they want, but I don't believe that no one in this world has paid so much to satisfy their conscience. I told the boy that those people might have to gather homeless people to perform some kind of experiment. I mean drug experiments, you know? Some pharmaceutical companies often post advertisements in colleges to recruit college students who volunteer to participate in drug experiments. The rewards are very high. After all, they have to swallow some suspicious pills into their stomachs. However, if you use homeless people to do experiments, just give a few worthless food stamps, send a cheapest thin blanket and a pair of old leather shoes that may have been worn by others, and a lot of homeless people are rushing to be guinea pigs..."

In order to prove his worth, the homeless man talked endlessly about a lot of things that were there or not.

"Even if a homeless man like us is missing, no one cares, and no one calls the police. He is the best candidate for being a guinea pig, right? I might as well say that the mayor will be happy to see us disappear. Maybe the mayor will also collude with those people!"

Father Yang frowned. The more he said this homeless man, he was making a random guess, but one thing was right - in the secular world, nothing is truly free.

"It's yours." He handed the tramp $10.

The tramp took it, "I won't thank you this time, I've paid the price for it."

Father Yang smiled slightly, tidied up his clothes, and walked into the company.

The homeless man was thinking about how to use this huge sum of money, whether to get a haircut and fill his stomach, or to endure it until he went to the remote red light district to find the cheapest illegal immigrant of a female to solve his physiological needs for a while? Although $20 can only find an old and ugly oral job that is rotten, he hasn't come into contact with women for a long time and there is nothing to be picky about.

Thinking of his complacentness, he couldn't help but hum a song that was popular more than ten years ago, walking like a Wall Street billionaire.

Father Yang walked to the front desk of the company and handed out his passport to the female receptionist who was not very beautiful but had a dignified temperament. The latter compared the photos on the passport and his face, and after verifying his identity, he handed him a magnetic card.

He picked up the magnetic card and walked into the elevator. There was no one else in the elevator. He waved the magnetic card in the sensing area. The b2 layer that would not normally light up was lit.

The elevator did not rise into the company's office area, but sinks.

bite!

The elevator stops on the b2 floor and the elevator door opens.

The one that appeared in front of Father Yang was not an underground parking lot or warehouse, but a spacious office that looked quite old.

Around the oval long table, there were several men in gray robes.

Father Yang's appearance did not surprise them. They just glanced at him and silently did not speak.

He nodded slightly to them and sat on the only empty chair.

The oldest man in gray robe slowly stood up, with a shining cross hanging on his chest, and his eyes were as bright as the cross, and he glanced at the crowd and said, "Everyone, evil has come to this city, and the people and animals we protect are suffering. Let us activate the ancient seal and wipe out the heresy."
Chapter completed!