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"Jason." The middle-aged man spoke for a long time, but received no response. He shook his head helplessly, "This friend of yours really doesn't talk much."
"He's not my friend." Jason's voice was very weak, but don't worry, although Wes's blow was severe, it wouldn't really cripple Jason. They were just traumas and exhaustion of strength. "It was just when I was a kid." Just acquaintance."
Weiss snorted and ignored it. He was considering whether to continue to gather information or wait quietly. At the same time, he was also a little curious about why it was so dark in Paising with no lights at all.
"Jason said you joined the army when you came of age. What did you do?" The middle-aged man seemed to be looking for a topic to talk about.
"If I tell you, I will kill you." Wes decided to wait. Being too eager is not good and can easily arouse suspicion.
"Haha." The middle-aged man smiled and didn't pay attention to Weiss's joking threat. "The army must be very difficult. I mean, for people like us who don't talk about principles, how did you get here?"
Wes stared at the serious and curious eyes in the rearview mirror, and suddenly had a strange feeling. He didn't know whether he was playing a role or being himself.
There were three more pairs of curious eyes, and even the talkative guy Jason in the back seat was looking at him, which made Wes's weird feeling even stronger. He tensed up unconsciously, the knuckles of his clenched fists turned white, and the corners of his eyes kept twitching.
"Hey!" The middle-aged man raised the hand with the ring again, "We are in the same situation! Don't exclude me, I just really want to know and am curious."
"Don't always show off your ring!" The middle-aged man's hand was pulled down by the person in the passenger seat. The man who had not spoken much glanced at Weiss in the rearview mirror. There was this fear in his eyes, and it seemed that unlike the man in the back seat, he was afraid of the image Wes presented.
"Since you want to join the club, we will all be friends from now on." Even as he said this, there was still some fear in his tone, with a hint of trembling. He pointed at the middle-aged man, "Bob, he was only married for a year, and then got divorced, but he wears a ring every day, pretending to be devoted and never getting over his love."
The middle-aged man named Bob pouted, feeling embarrassed that he had been exposed.
"I'm Joe, nothing good." He turned his head and turned away as soon as his eyes touched Wes. Pointing at the talkative guy, "Michelle, there's nothing to say, and you know Jason."
"Why introduce him!" Mitchell frowned and shouted loudly, "He has not been reviewed by Eli, who knows if he is qualified to join us!"
Joe seemed to relax a little, and said to Mitchell, who had the same personality as him but was obviously much bolder, "You can get in. Why can't he!"
"Who is Eli?" Weiss frowned, and there was actually a review. Review what
"Well, Eli is a guy who looks like a psychiatrist." Joe turned his head, replied, and then became quiet again.
"What are you going to review?" Weiss asked after being silent for a while.
Bob seemed to understand Wes's mentality and smiled comfortingly, "Don't worry. It's not that kind of 'you lack father's love', 'you have childhood shadow'... that kind of shit." He thought for a while, "Also You don't need to tell any stories about the past. Basically, when we were in the assembly, he was listening on the side, and then he would directly tell those who didn't accept it. It's just that when he spoke, he liked to use the words "What are you actually thinking about?" '. So we all thought he was a psychiatrist."
Bob has misunderstood. It is normal for people like them to be sensitive and biased against psychiatrists, because it is that group of people who caused their current situation. The same was true for Wes, but he was not prepared to explain and let the misunderstanding exist. "Did he reject anyone?"
"Some." Bob thought for a while, "Some people just want to kill time and join because they are bored, so they are naturally rejected."
"Isn't this club just for killing time?" Wes asked a very dangerous question, "Are you going to do something?"
He used a questioning tone for the first time, but everyone in the car fell silent. Weiss glanced from the rearview mirror to the two people in the back seat. Everyone frowned, not knowing whether they were thinking about this question or just couldn't answer it.
"We have a secret." Jason seemed to have regained some strength and spoke more calmly, "Maybe he just wants to keep it secret."
Weiss frowned. He couldn't tell how much truth there was in this sentence. If the crime was a secret, it would make sense. But looking at Jason's expression, it seemed that wasn't what he was referring to.
Wes didn't press the dangerous subject any further, "Where are we going."
There was no need to ask, but the answer was much faster. Bob returned to his smile, "Rally." His chin tapped the motel illuminated by the headlights, Pine's rest stop.
The car lights went out, plunging the old motel into darkness.
When Bob opened the car door, there was an electromagnetic chirping sound, and with a soft bang, the light bulb on the front porch of the hotel turned on, and the dim light dimmed the surrounding things. Bob and several people who got out of the car turned to look in the direction of Pai Siying.
Someone pushed open the door of a certain room in the hotel and said, "Bob, you are here too."
Several people turned around and smiled, "Aili! You're here! There's no need for us to call you. We brought someone here, and we think he's a good fit for our club."
The man named Eli looked at Weiss, who was covered in a hood, and smiled, "Chester also brought one, and he said it was very suitable. You guys really don't have any sense of discipline."
No one seemed to care about the accusatory words, "Is there another one? We have to see which one is more suitable."
Aili shook his head and smiled, waving them in, "He hasn't arrived yet, I'm still waiting." He found Jason being supported and frowned, "Jason, what's wrong with you?"
Jason glanced at Wes, said nothing, and was helped into the room.
Wes had some expectations in his heart. He certainly hoped that the suitable newcomer in the other party's mouth was James. He followed Jason and was about to enter, but was stopped by Eli. The other party stared at him, "Name?"
"Wes."
Eli paused, nodded, smiled, let him in, looked around, and closed the door.
There is no one else in the room. Jason was directly helped onto the bed, with Joe and Mitchell sitting on both sides. Bob was more practical. He walked to the bathroom, found a towel, and started washing, seemingly to clean up Jason.
"You guys go ahead and start, since Chester hasn't come yet." Eli clapped his hands, "Let's talk about anything. Don't worry about me."
"I don't want to talk to this kind of person." Mitchell rolled his eyes at Wes, who was sitting at the round table opposite the bed.
Eli's psychiatrist flavor has begun to show. With a smile on his face, he glanced at Wes, and then turned to Mitchell, "What kind of person is he? Or, in your heart, who is he?" What kind of person? Don't worry, just say it. This is a safe place. We can say anything."
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The Pais UK-China circuit was restored and police were quick to resolve the incident that started the dispute. Chester looked up at the chandelier that flickered for a moment and then stabilized, smiled at James, "Let's go."
James frowned, "Where to go? What does Eli want to review?"
"Gathering." Chester waved his hand nonchalantly, "He was just listening while we chatted, so don't take it seriously."
"What to talk about?"
"Whatever." Chester was already out the door. Walking to the west, he seemed to realize something, and added with a smile, "If you don't want to talk about living in Barton, we can talk about your past. Anyway, anything is fine."
James twitched his lips. "Are we talking? Not me and him?"
"Well, that's why it's called a gathering." Chester smiled, "Basically, it's just a chat between the introducer and the person being introduced. Sometimes it's a bunch of people who don't know each other, sometimes it's just two people, plus one person. If you are not interested in listening, don't worry about him at all. At most, he can warm up the scene and let everyone introduce themselves."
James felt like he was joining a mutual aid association, "I don't like to talk about things now or in the past."
Chester shook his head, but his expression was smiling, "Everyone is the same, who wants to confide in a stranger and be watched by someone. We can talk about hobbies, music, movies, etc., anything." There was something special in his eyes, and his smile disappeared. "This is just a process. After the review, it goes without saying that we will show it with actions."
James looked at Chester with a serious face. After knowing the other party's true nature, he could already understand what the other party's words meant.
Use actions, just like Chester would provoke a conflict between Paisin and Hermann Factory. This is the dark side of his heart. He does not need to say it, nor does it need to be interpreted by a bystander from a few words. He just did it so straightforwardly.
James squinted his eyes, "What are the benefits of joining this club?" Although he had doubts, James still followed Chester.
"Yes." Chester smiled, "You will know, but you have to come in first."
"What if I can't get in? That Aili, I don't know what you mean by review. Do I need to prepare anything?"
James was a little impatient. Maybe he was a little impatient when he entered the mission because it was related to alien races. But there's also something about what just happened.
After Chester returned home, he immediately made a call to the man named Eli. The first sentence is about the paper he got from the accomplice who caused the conflict. But he didn't mention anything about the content on the paper. He just said that he got the thing, but the excitement in his tone could not be suppressed.
Then he said that he had found a very suitable new person, helped him, and asked Aili to wait for him at the meeting place.
Although James's mission is to sneak into the club, a case related to Herman seems to be happening in front of him. Whatever was in that piece of paper couldn't be good enough to please someone who had a grudge against the Hermann factory. And this time, the piece of paper will definitely be handed over, and the incident will enter the next stage.
James urgently needed to find an opening and contact the police station.
"No need." Chester patted James familiarly, "Although his reasons for rejecting others during review sometimes are very strange, you helped us." He winked and emphasized, "You helped us." We', "I will tell him and ask him to let you in directly. We will just go through the process!"
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