"Elysium?" Zhang Meizhen stared at the flyer in front of her, her face always gloomy with a mysterious smile, her eyes were pinned to the corner of the flyer, where there was a black symbol that looked like the sun, "They have now changed their name to' Elysium? Is that old ghost Xu Zhao still alive?"
"Xu Zhao ignores these things," Uncle Yang put his hands on the dog-beating stick with the same solemn expression, "Maybe it's just a branch of his disciples who specially used him to cheat money."
"Why, this cult still has a history?" Yu Lanchuan asked, "Who is Xu Zhao?"
Lao Yang and Zhang Meizhen were silent together, and they looked at each other as if they didn't know where to start.
"I heard something from the elders," Han Dongsheng interjected next to him. He had two huge black eye circles on his face. It was gentle and polite, "Xu Zhao is a wanted criminal. He has committed many major crimes, but he cannot be caught because this person has a lot of evil powers in his hands. This black sun is his symbol."
"Xu Zhao is a lunatic," Uncle Yang said slowly, "he feels that the inheritance of martial arts is getting more and more difficult. Many unique skills in the past are on the verge of being lost. In order to prevent the martial arts from being cut off, someone has to collect many exercises , so he searched around for various sects of exercises."
Yu Lanchuan was at a loss: "Wait, is this person a wanted criminal or an intangible cultural heritage protector?"
Entering the era of information explosion and knowledge sharing, the "sect distinction" in ancient times is long gone. After all, it is good that someone is willing to practice.
Uncle Yang talks about no successor every day - looking for inheritance, isn't this a good thing
"Do you think he is looking for decent Kung Fu from your famous family?" Zhang Meizhen blew her nails, "You can pull it down, Xiao Yu, you swept down the swordsmanship of Hanjiang Qijue and put it on the Internet, there is no 'August 18' The Affair of the Wulin Alliance Leader' has flow."
Yu Lanchuan: "…"
"Most of the things Xu Zhao collected were the kung fu of the wicked and crooked. In order to obtain these things, he murdered and covered up criminals, and acted recklessly. Thirty years ago, he was a public enemy of the martial arts." Yu Lanchuan glanced at him, "Yes, you can also understand him as the kind of demon sect leader in the novel who is addicted to evil arts."
Yu Lanchuan had an ominous premonition: "... So?"
"If this thing really has something to do with Xu Zhao," Zhang Meizhen said, "Mr. Yu, you are ready to sign a decree of the leader of the alliance."
Uncle Yang stood up while rubbing his dog stick: "A few of us old people go to meet this 'Elysium'."
But how do you sign the decree? Mass file? Add red head? How to write head up? Is there a fixed template format? Is it legally binding
The unskilled leader of the alliance was at a loss, and sent the old uncle Yang to the door. He was about to ask, when suddenly, Yu Lanchuan remembered something: "Wait, Grandpa Yang, Wan Muchun's 'paodingjie ox' is what you said 'evil sect and crooked way'. ' Is it also in that Xu Zhao's collection range?"
Uncle Yang was stunned for a while, with a tangled look on his face. He is the same five masters, and has several generations of friendship. He is not willing to secretly say that Wan Muchun is not good, but the descendants of those killers have practiced it, and it really doesn't count. What serious kung fu, avoiding and not answering: "Why?"
Yu Lanchuan said in a deep voice, "Do you remember those people who pushed Xiaoman to kill Nie Ke some time ago?"
The group of people who are hiding their heads and their tails and talking about things seems to have the same meaning as this Paradise of Elysium, and the Wanmuchun faction has always been a single lineage, and generations seem to have a tendency to avoid the world. world pirated.
Across the door, Gan Qing was scolding Liu Zhongqi in the living room: "Don't think too much about your reading comprehension. It took a long time to understand two paragraphs. It's a pity to be wrong. How can you read at the high school level with so many 'implications'..."
Liu Zhongqi was not convinced: "What happened to our high school level? What level are you, do you have a master's and doctorate degree?"
After he finished speaking, he didn't see Gan Qing's reply, and when he looked up, he found that she was staring in the direction of the door, frowning slowly.
On the police side, Yu Yan and the others spent a whole day contacting the family members of the elderly who were suspected to have disappeared and returned, but most of these people had no idea about the situation of the elderly—
"No, my dad is fine."
"My mother exercises every day, participates in walking for the elderly, and lives a very healthy life. What kind of cult, are you mistaken?"
"I think you're a liar? My grandma just went for the flu shot last month. How could she join a cult?"
A policeman sprayed his face as a telecommunication fraud: "What does vaccination have to do with joining a cult? I really..."
Yu Yan gave him a "shh" and pressed the speakerphone, only to hear a man's hesitant and dazed voice from his phone: "Hey? It seems... Yes? What's wrong?"
Yu Yan quickly glanced at the corresponding name in the address book: "Mr. Li, I'll confirm it again, you mean, after your father returned home, he often meditated, prayed and other religious behaviors, didn't he? Man preaching doctrine and attending events takes up all his time, doesn't it?"
"It seems that I believe in some kind of religion, uh... There are a lot of activities, so I bring a few old men and old ladies to have a reading meeting, get together to chat or something," the man said, and suddenly became vigilant, "They didn't Other illegal activities, police comrades, the scale of the reading club is not as big as the square dance, and there is no clamor for ***."
Yu Yan: "Don't you think there is anything wrong with this?"
"Hey, old children and little children, I can't control them," the man said with a heart, "whose old man doesn't engage in some feudal superstition activities? Just think of it as finding something to do for them, rather than sitting at home and watching TV every day. Advertising is better than calling. To tell the truth, let alone the elderly, we usually want to find some spiritual sustenance when we have nothing to do.”
Yu Yan: "But the organization your father joined is not an ordinary spiritual sustenance. We now suspect that it is a cult."
The man stuck for a moment: "Comrade police, what's wrong with their teaching? Have they been banned? If that's the case, then... Then I'll go back and tell my dad and let him believe something else. Really, we don't Know… "
Make him believe something else!
Yu Yan couldn't help interrupting him: "Mr. Li, the reason why these cults are cults is that in addition to cheating money and making money, they are also likely to lead people to self-harm and commit suicide, you know?"
"How old are you, it's too late to cherish your life, it won't happen." The man didn't take it to heart, but still said with a smile, "Okay, I'll go back and tell him not to believe it, and I will educate him seriously, don't worry."
Yu Yan: "..."
At this time, the little policewoman next to her who had just passed her internship suddenly said, "Brother Yu, this man went back and told his dad that Elysium was a cult. Are we considered to be stunned?"
Yu Yan was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up: "Yes, find someone to stare at this old man and wait to see who he contacts!"
Mr. Zhou has experienced such an afternoon, and his bladder has memories of fear, and he can't stay any longer. He first found a staff member of Elysium and tried a few words: "I told Dr. Xu nonsense, I had trouble with my family before I went out, and I didn't say hello to them at all. The more I thought about it in the past two days, the more I regretted it... They must be I'm in a hurry, there is no mobile phone signal here, how can I find a public phone? I want to call them to report safety."
The staff smiled and told him: "We are closed camp, no telephone."
"Can you send me back a few days in advance? My grandson is going to take the final exam, and the child is a student on loan. What if I fail the exam?" Mr. Zhou said, gritted his teeth cruelly, "Look , I've lived here for so long, and I won't refund the money, please send me to the nearest bus station, I... "
"Old Zhou, what are you talking about?" A gentle and gentle voice came from behind, and Mr. Zhou was excited, it was the old lady again!
The old lady is said to be an old student of Elysium. She voluntarily stays here to take care of them and lead them. Every newcomer will be assigned such a "guide". Mr. Zhou always feels that he is very lucky, and the guide is gentle and patient. It looks good. But when he heard this voice at this time, he suddenly felt a little creepy.
She is watching herself!
"It's not worth money," the old lady came over, pretending to be angry, she and another staff member took Mr. Zhou's stiff arms from both sides and held him in the middle, "The instructor worked hard to keep everyone Is it because of money? He is for public welfare. The money you paid for yourself is only enough to barely maintain the operation of the base, and the rest is not enough for food."
Mr. Zhou: "I..."
"Do you want to withdraw again?" The old lady interrupted him and sighed, "You have made a little progress with great difficulty, do you want to give up all your efforts? I know it is difficult to get rid of these pathological spiritual connections, and it is also occasionally repeated. It's normal, so be it, starting tomorrow, I will tell the instructor that I will give you an additional separate meditation training in the morning."
Mr. Zhou was frightened by this "preferential treatment", he decided to run away, and ran at night!
In the evening of the same day, in the urban area of Yanning, an old man walked into a residential building.
"Brother Yu, Brother Yu, I saw him go upstairs." A colleague's voice came from Yu Yan's earphones, "Up to the fifth floor, it seems to be 501, someone opened the door for him, they pulled the curtains and couldn't see what was in the room. Happening."
Yu Yan and the others followed up with the old man Li who was suspected to have participated in the "Elysium" cult. After Lao Li's son received a call from the police, he really went back to have a big quarrel with his father, and the pile of propaganda materials that his father hid with him. The books have been confiscated, and the bank card of Lao Li's pension has also been confiscated.
Mr. Li had his own family to take care of, so he simply and rudely "handled" his father's accident of believing in a cult. He left in a hurry without eating. So he didn't know that after he left, Mr. Li packed his bags and left home.
Yu Yan said softly, "Find someone, pretend to be a takeaway, and take a look."
A small policeman responded and refitted. After a while, he took the takeaway and went upstairs. Across the door, he heard music and voices with strong religious colors. People were singing, and there were many people listening.
The police knocked on the door, and the singing stopped abruptly. After a while, someone asked cautiously, "Who?"
The policeman disguised as a food delivery man said, "Delivery food."
"We didn't order takeout."
"Ah?" The little policeman winked at the colleague who was catching up, and read the address number again, "This is it, a gentleman surnamed Li ordered it. His phone number is..."
Before he finished speaking, a colleague who was staring at this side with a telescope in the distance suddenly said: "Break in, someone is going to jump out of the window and run!"
"Too vigilant," Yu Yan pushed open the car door, "grab him, this person is definitely not an ordinary religious member!"
A few policemen at the door broke in. The room was filled with a strange smell of spices. There were several large printers in the corner. The dead corner of the room was full of printed matter. .
As soon as the door opened, the six or seven elderly people rushed towards the policemen fiercely as if they were about to die.
The average age of this group of "thugs" is 70. They belong to the age where no one dares to help anyone who falls on the street. They smashed them tremblingly with crutches, enamel jars and enamel basins. Then, an old lady directly Lying on the ground, he hugged a small policeman's thigh, as if he was desperate, and gnawed on it!
Fearing that the other party's dentures would collapse, the policeman dared not move, and his voice changed his tone: "Brother Yu, we need support!"
At the same time, a white shadow flashed from the opened window, and someone jumped directly from the fifth floor!