Chapter 1486: The Priest and the Tramp

San Francisco, in an unremarkable house.

From the eyes of the neighbors around, this is a small company that can be seen everywhere, but they don’t know exactly what this company does. They only know that it is an old-fashioned trading company. Boring middle-aged men commute to and from get off work on time, and the girls hired at the front desk are not beautiful, including the old decoration inside the company, which is no different from the 1990s, which is not interesting.

In short, in San Francisco, which is adjacent to Silicon Valley, in this era of information technology sweeping everything, it is a miracle that such a company is still alive.

The homeless people in the neighborhood seem to have noticed that there are more taxis or private cars parked in front of this company today than usual, and a few unfamiliar faces who have never shown their faces nearby get out of the car and enter the company with serious faces.

But in fact, in San Francisco, where the population is extremely mobile, no one will be nosy, especially the homeless. They only care about where to get dinner today and whether there are any charities that distribute food for free.

Another taxi stopped in front of the company.

Father Yang got out of the car in a suit, looked around, and saw an elderly homeless man next to the company basking in the sun, rubbing his hands in his clothes from time to time.

He took a $10 bill out of his pocket and placed it at the homeless man's feet.

"Thank you, kind man! May God bless you!" The tramp smiled, and quickly put the banknotes into his trouser pocket. He felt that his luck in this place was exhausted, and he got up and planned to change places. Of course, it would be better to use this banknote to buy some breakfast first, or go to a Chinese or Vietnamese shop to get a haircut?

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

The homeless man stared at the banknote with bright eyes, showing his mouth with a few missing teeth, and said with a chuckle, "You know everything, sir."

"Recently, have any homeless people like you joined some suspicious organizations?" Father Yang asked.

The homeless man froze for a moment, "Suspicious organization? Ah, you mean an organization like the Space Information Society?"

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

"There are a lot of homeless people who are new to the industry. I know a young guy. He squatted here with me to bask in the sun the day before yesterday. He disappeared yesterday. I heard that he went with those people.

Because those people give out free food stamps and give out free blankets and new shoes... God behold, it's been freezing cold these nights! But let me tell you sir, I've been in this city for years, I've seen it all, I told him not to go, nothing's really free, whatever you're going to get, get it Pay the corresponding price, say your $10, in exchange for my knowing everything. ’ mumbled the tramp, his speech leaking from his missing teeth.

Father Yang saw the leather shoes on the left foot of the homeless man with thumbs exposed, "I didn't ask you for the previous 10 dollars."

"I am grateful, and at the same time, your conscience has been satisfied." The homeless man smiled proudly, "Not all the things you give can be seen and touched."

Father Yang was noncommittal, and asked again: "Do you know where they went?"

"North and east, I heard that those people built houses in the woods, and they can live wherever they want, but I don't believe it, no one in this world pays so much just to satisfy their conscience. I told that kid, those people Probably to gather homeless people for some kind of experiment, I mean drug experiment, you know? Some drug companies often put up advertisements in universities, recruiting college students who volunteer to participate in drug experiments, and the rewards are very high Well, after all, you have to swallow some suspicious pills in your stomach, but if you use homeless people as an experiment, you only need to give a few worthless food stamps, and then issue a cheapest thin blanket and a pair of old leather shoes that may be worn by someone. There are a lot of homeless people vying to be guinea pigs..."

In order to prove his worth, the tramp talks a lot about what he has and what he doesn't.

"A tramp like us, even if they go missing, no one cares, and no one will call the police. He is the best candidate to be a guinea pig, isn't he? Rather, I think the mayor will be very happy to see us Those who disappeared, maybe the mayor also colluded with those people!"

Father Yang frowned. This tramp's words became more and more outrageous. It was a random guess like a powerful and unconstrained style, but one thing he said was true. In the secular world, nothing is really free.

"It's yours." He handed the $10 to the homeless man.

The bum took it, "I won't be thankful this time, I've already paid for it."

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

The homeless man is thinking about how to use this huge sum of money, whether to get a haircut and fill his stomach, or go to a remote red-light district at night to find the cheapest female illegal immigrant to satisfy his biological needs that have been suppressed for an unknown period of time? Although $20 would only get you a blowjob from an old, ugly guy with all his teeth gone, he hasn't had a woman in a long time, and he can't fault it.

Thinking of his pride, he couldn't help humming 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 not-so-beautiful but dignified female receptionist. The latter compared the photo on the passport with his face, verified his identity, and 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 induction area, and the B2 floor, which is usually not lit up, turned on.

Instead of ascending into the company's offices, the elevator descends.

Ding!

The elevator stopped at the B2 floor, and the elevator doors opened.

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

Around the long oval table, sat a few men in gray robes.

Father Yang's appearance didn't surprise them, they just glanced at him and didn't speak in silence.

He gave them a slight nod and sat in the only available chair.

An oldest man in gray robe stood up slowly, with a shiny cross hanging on his chest, and his eyes were as bright as the cross, he scanned the crowd and said, "Everyone, evil has come to this city, we protect you The people and animals of the world are suffering, let us activate the ancient seal and wipe out heresy."