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I watched the big man in the cat's eyes. At this time, the big man took off his coat and looked like an ordinary person. The gun in his hand was also collected and stood guard at the door.

This is a civilian area, and the neighbors are also people of three religions.

Seeing this strange foreigner, I don't know if I will find clues to help.

I pulled out of the cat's eyes and whispered to the girl: "That big man is at the door, hurry up and call the police."

The girl picked up the phone in her arms and glanced at it, and suddenly stopped.

"They took out your calling card? It's okay. I have a cell phone." I took an Android machine out of my pocket.

"It's not that you don't have a calling card, you wait. Are you afraid that they will rush in and kill us when the siren sounds?" The girl said lightly.

I froze in place, thinking about the causes and consequences.

I walked towards the only window. Although my house was on the fifth floor, there was always a way to turn it out.

When I came to the window and looked down, I found a man standing in the alley.

It's a little tall. I can't see the look of the man. It's very casual but white.

Obviously it was the old man who stayed to prevent us from escaping, and neither of these two roads could work.

At this moment, I looked at the girl and said, "The windows are also blocked here. Is there anything you can do?"

The girl looked at the mobile phone in her hand and became enchanted.

I walked over and patted the **** the shoulder. She was startled when she recovered.

"Afraid, do you have any ideas?" I said lightly.

"Otherwise? Try to obey them first. Follow their method and wait for a chance to find a way out." The girl said lightly.

I nodded my head and saw a book from the old man.

The book is plainly written with two words: Yao Yin.

Chinese characters, and the contents of the book are all Chinese.

Slowly turned the first page.

The content is very simple, all written doctrine.

I continued to flip through the catalog, and the content in it probably described myself as a harmless teaching.

The worshipped self, and itself is God.

But I gradually discovered all the weird things, such as the seventh chapter of the catalogue's aggression policy against China.

This chapter was circled with a red pen, which seems to be the focus of my reading.

I quickly turned to that page.

After reading the above, I was shocked.

There is a whole set of brainwashing methods that have worked well abroad, but they have completely failed in China.

They even invented a game that started with the name of a large marine animal, but China obviously does not eat this set.

The program started with a chat group, and I looked at the chat group on the computer monitor not far away.

I realized why they came to me because we were chatting in the discussion group.

The thirteen two thousand people are close to the base of 30,000 people, which is better and more effective than the strange ways they attract.

I found the corners of the next few pages, and I immediately turned to the folded page.

The above is marked with a red pen: Acquiring or assimilating a local sect, spreading from the inside out.

I looked at the above and thought about my situation now.

I immediately opened the luggage on the side and flipped through each RMB.

The girl said, "Is this all real money?"

Each piece of money was squeezed into small rolls and stuffed in a suitcase.

There are about one hundred rolls in one roll, and more than one hundred rolls neatly arranged.

I nodded my head and said: "It should be true, let's talk about one million less."

"The money is already yours, but I'm afraid you're desperate to spend it," the girl said.

"Their purpose is to let me help them preach." I said.

"Then do you plan to do as they say?" The girl said.

"Maybe?" I said.

"Try to preach?" The girl said lightly.

"Try it, but also depends on whether I have this ability." I helplessly made it to the computer desk.

The girl leaned over slowly and asked, "What are you going to do now?"

"Did they say that all expenses would be reimbursed?" I said with a smile.

"It seems so." The girl said.

"I thought of a good idea for spreading. You help me translate and ask for 100,000 bank cards." I said.

The girl froze for a moment and walked outside to open the door, and said something to the man who was guarding the door.

A moment later, the big man made a phone call, and another big man sent a black card.

The two said a few words, and the girl took the door and closed it.

Slowly came to me and said: "They said they can overdraw one million."

I bound the card to my phone and wrote down the valuable information in the online materials and books.

What Luciferism believes in is nonsense like the true self.

I try to draw the doctrine closer to the second dimension. Anything we hate must be reported.

But we do not kill innocents indiscriminately, we are our own ferries.

Then my first translation was to open a chat group of 13 or 2,000 people in one go.

Fifty-one red envelopes were forwarded wildly in thirteen groups.

The first reaction you received was, of course, that your account number was stolen? What kind of money are you making?

And I said that I was happy to make money, but it did not stop the speed of my money.

It lasted for half an hour, and the money I sent out was tens of thousands less.

Everyone began to curiously buckle me, private chat thousands of news.

I was so scared that I immediately blocked the chat and only left 13 discussion groups.

Everyone's response is getting higher and higher, and they are asking and discussing the group owner one by one.

When everyone was confused, I knew it was time.

I sent a message to thirteen chat groups: I got inspiration and won the jackpot. Every day I come back to send, everyone wait and see.

lottery ticket?

heritage?

Rich woman?

A lot of suspicions began to make the whole group full of voices.

And when I was confused by the crowd, what was the so-called revelation?

I posted a file I edited in the file in the group.

In less than twenty minutes, the 13 groups were almost intermittently asking me what Luciferism is.

I did not answer, and silently sent a red envelope for a few minutes to go offline.

Last night I leaned on my chair motionless, and the girl said beside me, "Does this really work?"

I shook my head and said: "I don't know, but these days I believe that the word Lucifer will spread throughout every corner of China."

The girl asked, "You didn't spend a hundred thousand dollars, do you think you're done?"

"Let those big guys buy food, can you see tomorrow." I said helplessly.

After eating, I went to bed early.

I took out the sheet and placed it on the ground, leaving the bed to the girl.

She seemed disgusted, but there was no way to lie down on the bed.

Although I was lying down, I almost never slept all night.

It was late in the morning before falling asleep.

I thought about it a lot, and I have not daydreamed less in my life.

But I never thought of myself as a person who was everywhere on the Internet.

Can become a leader of an organization, and then will meet such a church leader.

The head of the church also asked me to help do such a thing.

. . .

I woke up dizzy at noon the next day, only to find that my phone was exploded.

All kinds of telephones are the 13 administrators.

I called casually, and he told me that almost every administrator opened one or two groups.

The word Lucifer really spread throughout the network overnight.

I reluctantly opened 13 discussion groups and launched the red envelope again.

The incident was very lively, and many people changed their names.

Some even sent the teachings I edited one by one.

I smiled bitterly and sent another ten minutes of red envelopes, one hundred until my hands were sour.

I only remembered this matter, the girl was gone.

I subconsciously glanced at the money in the suitcase on the ground intact.

Ran? Can't you run out at all?

At this time the girl came out of the toilet, wearing a T-shirt.

"Are you going to take a shower?" I said.

"I washed it early and just went to the toilet. By the way, I had no clothes before taking a bath. Don't you mind borrowing it?" Said the girl.

I smiled and said: "Successful, now the word Lucifer has a small number of supporters."

After that, I opened Weibo and typed Lucifer.

Although there is no hot search, there are more than 100,000 news.

There are several types of comments.

Some claim that Lucifer can bring good luck.

Some believers who claim to be directly devout.

Others are scolding where these people come from.

Some people scolded some people for spraying. Most of these people were keyboard men in the group.

The words of the counterattack are extraordinary, and the name of the mother is repeated repeatedly.

I don't know how to look at these comments, but it is obviously a success.

The girl took my cell phone and looked at it.

I said, "Why don't you watch it on your phone?"

The girl froze for a second, pointed to her mobile phone on the table, and said, "Yesterday I ran out of power and no charger."

I returned to my seat and said, "If you do this for a few more days, it will probably work."

The girl handed me my cell phone and picked up her cell phone.

I said to the girl, "Do you want them to buy a charging cable?"

The girl nodded her head and said, "Let me go."

At this time, the screen of the mobile phone in the girl's hand lit up, and the text message came in.

The English interface, an English text message reflected in front of me.

For the next two seconds, both of them were stunned.

I said, "Aren't you dead?"

The girl stepped back a few steps and said, "It's almost dead."

"But I clearly remember you said you turned off?" I unconsciously stood up from the chair and said.

What the girl pulled out of her waist quickly stab me, and then pulled back.

I grabbed my arm and pulled out the tube above, at this time the liquid inside was already squeezed into my body.

I subconsciously shouted: "What did you inject me?"

The girl shook her head and said, "They let me do it, this phone is not me."

. . .

I softened, but my body is still conscious.

I watched the girl open the door and it didn't take a few minutes.

Several strong men pushed the old man to appear in front of me again.

The girl spoke a few words in English to the old man. (I did what you said, you will let me go.)

The old man paused and said in jerky Chinese: "Of course, I will let you go."

The girl was stunned and said, "Do you know Chinese?"

The old man once again said in jerky Chinese: "I have stayed here for more than forty years, of course I will."

The girl said nervously: "There are thirteen chat groups on his computer, so long as he continues to teach and red envelopes, he can preach."

"So did you ask for the password?" The old man coughed a few times.

"Account? You didn't ask me to ask for the account? The computer is there." The girl said nervously.

"Get rid of her, Yaoyin's plan begins to execute." The old man finished the sentence.

The girl tried desperately to shout, but her mouth was covered by a big man.

Then I saw the big man turned his arm suddenly, and the girl was soft on the ground.

And I was all powerlessly spread out on the chair, let alone speak without the strength to blink.

The old man shook my hand and coughed several times. He said jerkily in Chinese: "Mr. Luqiao, I can only superficially understand the missionary method you did. But he really works, and thank you for letting us enter China. "

The elderly have been in China for more than forty years? Does he speak Chinese?

I looked at the old man in surprise, these people were originally in China.

The previous books seem to be all in Chinese.

The old man stood up with difficulty.

I was retreated from the old man's wheelchair by the big men.

The old man sat on my chair and operated the computer.

. . . . . .

I was taken care of in an independent nursing home for half a year.

I can't move, I can't talk.

Can only make a humming sound.

The nurses and caregivers simply cannot understand what I want to say.

One day, the old man came.

Brought a brand new wheelchair, filled with various machines.

The strong man put me on the chair again.

I was pushed down a large auditorium.

The audience were all dressed in black robes, densely packed.

The old man smiled on the stage and said: "Come, we welcome to witness Mr. Yao Yin, who is the closest to Lord Lucifer. Although Mr. Yao Yin is paralyzed and disabled, his thoughts are infinitely close to those of Lord Lucifer. The translator can translate his thoughts. It is transmitted through the wheelchair speaker to teach the teachings of Lord Lucifer. "

The old man finished pushing me down the middle of the stage.

I shook my head hard, and I wanted to yell that everyone was deceived.

I hummed but I couldn't speak at all, I could only blink my eyelids.

And the speaker beside me actually heard a voice: "Hello everyone, I am the messenger of Lord Lucifer: Yao Yin. Although I am physically disabled, please believe that I will lead you to a real miracle."

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