Chapter 039 Cult Simulator
That night, Ji Xu returned to the lounge along the same route. Within ten minutes, Wang Gu walked in. Ji Xu adjusted the mask on his face and asked Wang Gu, "What's the situation?"
"Everything is normal. Even if Director Lin suspected that Nie Zhuang's disappearance and reappearance were related to the church, he would not have the audacity to ask." Wang Gu said while helping his boss to straighten the creases on his clothes. He knew that the reason why Ji Xu appointed him to disguise himself was because he was familiar with Lin Muqing's personality. His answer was very natural and fluent. "I showed him the urgent work that the church needed to deal with and told him to wait until I was done before discussing it in detail. He agreed."
Ji Xu smiled when he heard that. The voice changer transformed his lowered voice into a meaningful electronic sound, "Director Lin has always been considerate."
He walked out of the lounge, while Wang Gu stayed where he was, opened the secret door on the floor and left. Behind Ji Xu, the bookshelf that had returned to its original position was filled to the brim, and it was difficult to add even a piece of paper. This prevented books from falling over due to inertia during the transfer process. If someone curiously pulled out a book, they would be able to find traces of oxidation on the pages after being flipped through.
Ji Xu would never allow trivial matters to reveal the secrets he wanted to hide.
After an unknown amount of time, Lin Muqing also came in. As expected, he had not noticed the bookshelf that was almost standard equipment for all bosses. He glanced at it and naturally asked Ji Xu, "What has the Hundred Prayers Church encountered recently?"
Ji Xu responded to the temptation with a rhetorical question: "What do you want to ask?"
He was still used to speaking out the issues that he knew in his heart. Fortunately, the last simulator Jixu took away the mask, and Anxia would not jump out to tell Lin Muqing the previous story. Lin Muqing was puzzled for less than half a second, and attributed the subtle difference to the voice changer. He said as Jixu thought: "Your people are getting fewer and fewer."
Ji Xu took a listening stance. In a conversation where one person cannot overwhelmingly take control of the initiative, the person who talks too much is often at a disadvantage. He keeps explaining and elaborating on his opinions and is easily led by the other person.
Lin Muqing certainly knew this. He paused for several seconds after he finished speaking. He didn't want to fall out with her for the time being.
Judging good and evil is an eternal topic for mankind, but for Lin Muching, who has experienced many ups and downs, both complete evil and pure good are easy to deal with. The only annoying thing is, what if someone has his own set of values and it is closely related to the food, clothing, housing and transportation of hundreds of people?
Lin Muching pulled up a chair and sat down, pretending he hadn't noticed. He said coldly, "On the surface, the two buildings of the Hundred Prayers Church are bustling with people. But I've seen how lost they are, and the answers I get when I ask them are exactly the same. The church is gradually kicking out former believers. You pay them to start a company, but you only hold a tiny fraction of the shares; you ask them to find new jobs, and then outsource the original jobs to them. They get the same salary and do the same job, but something has changed. This group of people are no longer believers in the church."
Ji Xu smiled at him unmoved, "This is a good thing."
Although the church is intricately connected to hundreds of households, there is a difference between direct and indirect. If the administration wants to do something, now is the best opportunity. They can close down the church. It may be difficult to stabilize the emotions of the residents, but they can do it slowly. Even if they lack the support of faith, they already have hope in life, and they can help each other and slowly get out of it.
"That's what I find strange." Lin Muqing looked at Ji Xu intently. The young man, who looked to be in his twenties, was sitting across from him at the desk with ease. His meticulous thinking and firm character were totally unlike those of a man of his age. "Why are you doing this? Bai Zuo."
Ji Xu smiled when he heard this. "Isn't this obvious? I have been helping them in the past, and I will continue to do so in the future. Director Lin, you and I both understand one thing. Being associated with the church is not a good sign, not only because of the existence of the Administration, but also because no one should devote their body and mind to another person forever."
Lin Muqing said “hmm” and regained the initiative by asking a question, “Then why did you start the church?”
Ji Xu replied cheerfully: "They need a pillar to help them step out of the shadows. If that's the case, why can't it be me?"
Ji Xu never denied that he was used to being in a superior position and dominating others. It was not that he had been a boss before. In fact, Ji Xu had just submitted his thesis a few days ago in real life. However, he was born independent and enterprising. Even if he spoke in a simple and approachable manner, he could not change his nature. For example, when he saw the blank space in the second skill, the first thought that flashed through his mind subconsciously was - of course my church must believe in me.
Lin Muching once again looked at him with doubtful and strange eyes, as if Ji Xu was a new and strange creature that had never been heard of before. He had the same look on his face on the first day he came to church. Shudong told Ji Xu that this was because Lin Muching had never thought of him as a normal person.
At that time, Ji Xu thought: "Am I a psychopath in his eyes?"
Shudong: "No, he thinks you should be mysterious, cold, and unfathomable, instead of clocking in at 8 a.m. to water the flowers on time and allowing believers to smuggle private goods into the broadcasting room."
It doesn’t matter, Ji Xu is skeptical. Anyway, Shudong has been guessing people’s psychology for a long time. It’s probably some kind of occupational disease that comforts dogs who can’t do their job.
It was almost the same now. Lin Muqing retracted his gaze, and the two of them moved on to the next topic in tacit understanding. The confrontation between the overt and covert made it almost impossible to tell whether they were fighting for the right to speak or to get information. Ji Xu waited for him to come back, and Lin Muqing asked without disappointment: "How many people are left in your church? Is Nie Zhuang a member of the Hundred Prayers Church?"
"Seventeen." Ji Xu did not answer the latter question directly, but asked him, "Why don't you ask the person involved? I heard you call the Administration, and I also saw you sorting out the clues. Now that the victim has appeared, you should take the murderer to meet him."
"I thought I was spying on you." Lin Muqing simply couldn't spare the time.
Ji Xu said lightly, "I also thought I was being monitored. The signal is blocked every day when I eat and sleep. Director Lin, it's half past ten now. I'm going to rest. Please leave."
Lin Muqing stood up, but did not leave. Instead, he leaned over and looked at him with calm eyes. "There is no bed in the office. Where do you sleep every night?"
Ji Xu walked around him and came to the glass curtain wall. He took off his gloves and pressed his palm prints. The electronic transparent screen disguised as glass popped up the authentication information. A cavity was revealed on a certain wall. Ji Xu put on gloves and pulled a corner of the alloy frame. The frame slid down directly and finally turned into an unfolded folding bed. Lin Muqing straightened up and looked at it, and suddenly realized that the other side of the wall was where he lived.
Lin Muqing was puzzled: "...So you have to go through the authentication information every night before going to bed?"
Ji Xu wiped the palm prints on the window with his gloves and said lightly, "They want to make a safe for me, but I don't need it. Okay, Director Lin, go and have a rest after satisfying your curiosity."
Lin Muqing was not an aggressive person. He finally pressed the question and got a strange answer. He looked at the clue he had written during the day and finally asked hesitantly, "Were you left-handed before?"
Ji Xu nodded. Lin Muqing frowned after getting the answer.
Bai Dao was right. What was important was not whether Nie Zhuang had joined the sect, but who the murderer was. He could not inspect the scene and could only guess the case based on the information from his subordinates. The information was somewhat distorted. Lin Muching always felt that it shouldn't be so strange...
He asked: "Now that you have intentionally controlled your right hand to move, if a cup of water suddenly falls in front of you, which hand would you use to catch it?"
Putting aside how you observed the results of my training from childhood to adulthood, Director Lin, don't you think you are suspicious of speaking in a cliché manner?
Ji Xu said: "Right hand, muscle memory is greater than my nature."
"I understand." Lin Muqing nodded and left. He turned on the blocker on the dark red carpet. The soft and thick velvet absorbed the footsteps. He leaned against the wall quietly for a long time. He heard the subtle movement of a metal mechanism, followed by the sound of cloth shaking. The person inside seemed to have fallen asleep.
Lin Muching then returned to his room. He turned on the light and came to the wall. Based on the distance between the two rooms and the size of the rooms, he estimated that the middle wall was only a dozen centimeters thick. Considering the good sound insulation, the probability of a mezzanine was low. This was why Lin Muching never doubted this wall. No matter what was hidden in the mezzanine, it couldn't be a secret passage.
But thinking of Bai Dao's action of pulling out a bed just now, he raised his hand and knocked on the wall. Except for the place where Bai Dao put the bed, which was suspected to be a safe, the sounds from other walls were consistent, dull, weak, and without any echo.
Lin Muqing finally felt relieved.
As time went by, Lin Muching also found out the doubts. He steadily advanced the process and directed others to search for clues. Bai Dao was still busy, and Wang Gu's dark circles were getting darker and darker. The deadline of one month was getting closer and closer. Lin Muching was ready to pack his luggage to leave. As a result, one afternoon, the bad news came again, and this time the murderer was replaced by the original victim.
Nie Zhuang stood at the crime scene and made a phone call to surrender himself.
The Administration drove over with the sirens blaring. Several cars surrounded an ordinary house. Warning lights flashed and sirens rang several blocks away. Dozens of people in uniform with concentric circles on their shoulders rushed in, shouting anxiously: "Don't move!" The people inside really didn't move, they stood quietly in a pool of blood and looked up at everyone.
Nie Zhuang saw Yu Xi in disbelief in the crowd. He pulled the corners of his mouth and naturally pulled out a happy smile. He looked so good that he didn't look like a murderer who had just killed someone. As soon as he made a move, a group of people stood guard and shouted at him, "Put your hands up and don't move!"
So Nie Zhuang raised one hand to show that he had no intention of resisting, and gently put the dagger in his hand on the ground with the other hand. Under the complicated gaze of the Administration, he wore the Red Moon badge on his chest, straightened his back, and under his feet lay the cold dead body and the murder weapon. His expression was solemn and solemn, like a pilgrim believer.
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