Fake 7
"Sorry to have kept you waiting."
Hot water was gently poured into the teapot, and the chubby man's stubby fingers were unexpectedly flexible. Zhu Fu Jingguang bowed slightly to express his gratitude, then picked up the teacup with both hands, feeling the slight heat. He just took a sip, and the fragrance of tea spread in his mouth.
"Thank you for letting me enjoy your craftsmanship," Morobushi Kagemitsu gently put down the teacup. Mr. Iori was only interested in the tea ceremony and did not require them to follow the strict etiquette. Taki Hongguang's half-knowledge of the tea ceremony and the way he praised him based on the tea ceremony knowledge he found on the Internet pleased him instead. "Still as elegant as ever."
"It's just self-satisfaction," Mr. Iori waved his hand, and the smile on his chubby face was like an arc. After the usual two or three polite greetings, he got to the point, "Taki Hongjun, you should know why I called you here, right?"
Zhu Fu Jingguang sat up straight. "It's for the Gospel House," he said in a positive tone. "Is there a problem with the 'gift'?"
"No," Mr. Iori rubbed his hands in distress. Fatty people always sweat easily. After just a cup of hot tea, Morobushi Kagemitsu saw him unwrapping a tissue to wipe the sweat from his forehead. "Problem... There isn't really one. It's better to say that it's too perfect." He changed another tissue to wipe the sweat. Morobushi Kagemitsu always suspected that he had other physical problems besides obesity, otherwise the amount of sweating would be a bit abnormal. "If it is really the legacy of 'that adult', then it means success..."
"Mr. Iori," Morobushi Kagemitsu swallowed and pretended to be nervous and curious, "What do you mean...?"
This question was like Pandora's box. Mr. Iori did not answer immediately. His half-smile made the hairs on Zhufu Jingguang's back stand up. The believers of Huiren Society often give people a strange illusion. Their appearance, personality, and behavior patterns are exactly the same as ordinary people, but there are subtle deviations in their thinking, which leads to a kind of fear that is 90% human, but the remaining 10% is something that ordinary people cannot understand, which makes normal people unbearable.
Zhu Fu Jingguang believed that he did a good job as an undercover agent in Huiren Society, but the deeper he went, the more difficult it was for him to suppress his fear. It was a completely different feeling from when he was undercover at the winery. Even though the winery had committed numerous crimes, it still had clear interests to pursue. When he was undercover at the winery, he actually felt more angry and worried about whether his relatives and friends would be implicated in his actions.
But Huiren Society will not eliminate the enemy as simply and brutally as the winery.
In other words, they don't think that it means destroying the enemy from the bottom of their hearts.
That's "extradition".
They would clap with a smile, present flowers, and clean the floor while chatting with regret. Many believers who already have the next generation or have family faith traditions would even attend with their own families, participating in this bloody parent-child activity with confused or cloudy eyes.
"I mentioned it to you before, Taki Hongjun," Mr. Iori seemed to be helpless about the young man's memory and shook his head. The subtle atmosphere in the room was swept away. Zhu Fushimi smiled a little embarrassedly, and then he realized that the cold sweat soaked the fabric on the back of his clothes, "That's right..."
"The recipient of the Scrooso donated by Huiren Society forty years ago was the head of the Gospel House."
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