Chapter 374: Poor Xiaoyin

Just like Guo Erdan said, the Holy Society is really not something that anyone can go to if they want to.

Logically speaking, as the General Administration of Hundred Schools in Songhai City and a full-level cadre, it is impossible for Zhuo Yi not to know about this. If there is any movement in the Holy Society, he should be the first person in Songhai City to receive the notification.

However, this Holy Society does not play by the rules. The existence of the entire organization was actually classified as a state secret at the beginning. It is directly managed by the Alliance of Ten Thousand Schools. It has been in trial operation in a small place for a period of time. It was only in the past two days that it was made public. announced. As for Zhuo Yi, he only received the news when the Holy Society's advertisement appeared on TV.

Of course, the most exciting thing about this Holy Society should be the legendary recommendation quota. There is no limit to the golden elixir stage. As long as you are talented enough and can be ranked high in the Holy Society, you can be admitted to any university you want to go to... For example, the Seven Star Sect, a sect with a comprehensive score of 200,000 points, For many people, it may be a holy land of university that is beyond their reach in a lifetime.

If you can join the Holy Society, then everything is possible.

So now the question arises, how do you know if you are a gifted person in the eyes of the Holy Society? This is a question worth thinking about.

Wang Ling saw a post on the Internet. Someone specifically picked up information about the student Chu Yuanhao who appeared in the TV commercial of the Holy Society.

Building Materials High School is a high school invested and built by Lin Xiaocong, a famous second-generation rich man in the circle, and his father Lin Sicong. This Chu Yuanhao is actually directly related to Lin Xiaocong. Originally, Chu Yuanhao was just Lin Xiaocong's follower. A while ago, Lin Xiaocong was walking on the road and was blocked in a corner by several seniors. Chu Yuanhao's potential suddenly burst out.

According to the post, at that time, several men in black fell from the sky and took Chu Yuanhao away...

This man in black is the cadre of the Holy Society distributed across the country, responsible for selecting those talented students. According to the speculation on the post, the group of men in black were supposed to be following Lin Xiaocong, but unexpectedly, they happened to catch up with Lin Xiaocong...

Regarding this matter, Wang Ling acted purely as a citizen.

Whether the outside world spreads rumors about the Holy Society's miraculous skills or whether there are many people wanting to sign up to join, Wang Ling doesn't care about his own business.

Right now, Wang Ling's top priority was to cope with the district's sports meets and mid-term exams, and... the twenty packs of crispy noodles he was about to lose. All other things were in vain to him.

No matter how powerful the Holy Society is, it has nothing to do with me...

Just don't find it on yourself.

However, Wang Ling felt that the probability that the Holy Society would find him was actually extremely low. His grades were no better than 60, so why would they target him?

Thinking of this, Wang Ling simply put the matter out of his mind and forgot about it...

Review review! This is much more important than any holy society!

You know, his exam is about average... If he does too well in the exam, he will be told by Dad Wang, and if he does poorly in the exam, he will be called a parent by Teacher Pan.

Therefore, Wang Ling feels that those who can get average scores every time in the exam are the real bosses...

However, not long after I opened the textbook, a text message from the Thunder-throwing Lord came over: Brother... there is something I want to tell you...

Wang Ling responded with a question mark: "?"

Lord Throwing Thunder: "What's going on... the matter of the blood of the holy beast may have to be delayed by a day."

Just when Wang Ling was about to ask why, Lord Throwing Thunder replied with the next text message: "Today I prepared a basin for Xiao Yin, and he was about to bleed it, but he said that the blood of the holy beast must be under the noon sun. If you want to let it go, just take the basin and knife and go outside."

Seeing this, Wang Ling seemed to have anticipated the ending: "..."

Sure enough, I saw the second half of the text message: "Then, the scene of Xiaoyin cutting his wrists and bleeding was seen by nearby residents... He is currently in the detention center, and the police are doing ideological work for him."

Wang Ling: "..."

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At 7 p.m., Xiuzhen Police Station, Anning District, Songhai City.

Xiaoyin was facing a policeman. His right wrist had been disinfected and the wound was simply bandaged.

When it was discovered that Xiao Yin was "slitting his wrists", the blood of the holy beast had accumulated for half a basin... As a result, the policemen were all knocked down without saying a word. Now that I think back to the scene at that time, Xiao Yin Silver still felt a deep pain in his balls.

Fortunately, the Holy Beast relies not on its liver to produce blood, otherwise he would die of exhaustion...

"Name."

"Little Silver."

"I asked for your real name..."

"My name is Xiao Yin." The young man took out his ID card, which was brought to him by Lord Throwing Thunder himself not long ago.

"Does it still hurt?" the policeman in charge of taking notes asked with concern.

This guy had worked as a psychiatrist before, and he was usually responsible for cases of attempted suicide like this. In fact, taking notes is secondary. The most important thing is psychological counseling. These young people who have attempted suicide must be allowed to open their hearts... and feel the warmth of the world!

"It doesn't hurt anymore..."

Xiao Yin replied in a low voice, while looking at the bandage wrapped around his wrist with some disgust.

This small cut can be completely healed in a few seconds if he wants. On the way to the police station, in order not to reveal his true identity, he watched the police bandage his wound before activating the healing mechanism. During the bandaging period, a lot of blood was left...

"When can I leave?" Xiaoyin looked up and asked the police with blinking eyes.

However, the policeman didn't buy it at all: "It's useless to act cute. You have to explain clearly why you want to commit suicide."

"..."

Xiaoyin muttered softly, with a bit of resentment on his face: "It's because of those 20 packs of instant noodles..."

The policeman almost threw away his pen on the spot: "What did you say?"

Xiaoyin: "Uh... I mean, because I didn't draw the card I wanted to draw in 20 packs of instant noodles, so..."

The policeman was still surprised: "Just because of this? You have the idea of ​​committing suicide?"

Xiaoyin: "Otherwise..."

The policeman: "..."

...

...

About an hour later, Master Diulei arrived at the police station.

Master Diulei: "Hello, I'm here to bail someone out..."

At the reception desk, a policeman looked at him with a smile: "Who are you bailing out? Tell me the name."

Master Diulei: "Xiaoyin."

"Oh, that young man who looks like a mixed race. He was in our police station because of a failed suicide attempt." said the policeman.

Master Diulei: "What about now?"

Policeman: "Go to the psychiatric department of the independent ward of the Second Hospital..."

Master Diulei: "..."