"Elysian World?" Zhang Meizhen stared at the flyer in front of her, with a gloomy face that always had a mysterious smile. Her eyes were fixed on the corner of the flyer, where there was a black symbol that looked like the sun, "They have changed their name now.

Elysian World'? That old ghost Xu Zhao is still alive?"

"Xu Zhao doesn't pay attention to these things," Old Uncle Yang put his hands on the dog-beating stick with the same solemn expression, "Maybe it's just a branch specially given by his disciples to defraud him of money."

"Why, does this cult still have a history?" Yu Lanchuan asked, "Who is Xu Zhao?"

Lao Yang and Zhang Meizhen were silent together, and they looked at each other as if they didn't know where to start.

"I heard something from the elders," Han Dongsheng next to him interjected. He had two huge dark circles on his face, his face was very ugly, his image became more and more unsightly, and his voice became hoarse. However, when he spoke, his tone remained the same.

He was gentle and polite, "Xu Zhao is a wanted criminal and has committed many major crimes, but we can't catch him because he has many evil skills. This black sun is his symbol."

"Xu Zhao is a lunatic," Old Uncle Yang said slowly. "He feels that it is becoming more and more difficult to inherit the martial arts. In the past, many unique skills were on the verge of being lost. In order to prevent the martial arts from being cut off, someone has to collect the many skills together.

, so he searched everywhere for exercises from various schools."

Yu Lanchuan was confused: "Wait a minute, is this person a wanted criminal or a protector of intangible cultural heritage?"

In the era of information explosion and knowledge sharing, the "distinctions between sects" in ancient times have long since disappeared. After all, someone who is willing to practice will do well.

Uncle Yang talks about having no successor every day - looking for inheritance, isn't this a good thing?

"Do you think he is collecting the Kung Fu of your famous family?" Zhang Meizhen blew her nails, "But that's it, Mr. Xiao Yu, you scanned down the sword manual of Hanjiang Seven Jue and uploaded it to the Internet, but there is no '818'

The romantic affair of the martial arts leader has a lot of traffic."

Yu Lanchuan: "..."

"Most of what Xu Zhao collected was evil skills. In order to obtain these things, he killed people and stole goods, protected criminals, and acted arbitrarily. Thirty years ago, he was a public enemy of the martial arts." When Old Uncle Yang said this, he looked up and saw something unclear.

Yu Lanchuan glanced at him and said, "Yes, you can also understand him as the leader of the demon sect in the novel who is obsessed with evil arts."

Yu Lanchuan had an ominous premonition: "...so?"

"If this thing is really related to Xu Zhao," Zhang Meizhen said, "Xiao Yu, please prepare to sign an alliance leader's order."

Uncle Yang stood up while stroking his dog beating stick: "We old guys are going to experience this 'Nirvana'."

But how to sign the alliance leader order? Send documents to a group? Add a red header? How to write the header? Is there a fixed template format? Is it legally binding?

The unskilled alliance leader was at a loss and sent Old Uncle Yang to the door. He was about to ask when suddenly, Yu Lanchuan remembered something: "Wait a minute, Grandpa Yang, Wan Muchun's 'Pao Ding Jie Niu' is what you call the 'evil way'.

'? Are they also in Xu Zhao's collection range?"

Old Uncle Yang was stunned for a moment, and a tangled look flashed across his face - they were both in the Five Ultimate Skills and had been friends for several generations. He was unwilling to say anything bad about Wan Muchun behind his back, but the descendants of those killers were indeed not good at it.

What kind of serious skill is it to avoid answering: "What?"

Yu Lanchuan said in a deep voice: "Do you remember those people who encouraged Xiang Xiaoman to kill Nie Ke some time ago?"

That group of people hide their heads and tails in their work and talk about it, which seems to have the same meaning as this paradise world. However, Wan Muchun's group has always been a single lineage. Several generations of people seem to have a tendency to avoid the world. In fact, they are not as full as the masses.

Pirated worldwide.

Across a door panel, Gan Qing was scolding Liu Zhongqi in the living room: "Don't think too much about your reading comprehension. It took a lot of effort to understand two paragraphs. It's a pity that you were wrong. How can your high school level reading have so many 'subtexts'...

"

Liu Zhongqi was unconvinced: "What's wrong with our high school level? What's your level? Do you have a master's degree and a Ph.D. degree?"

After he finished speaking, Gan Qing didn't reply. When he looked up, he found her staring in the direction of the door and frowning slowly.

On the police side, Yu Yan and the others spent a whole day contacting the family members of the elderly people who were suspected to have disappeared and returned. However, most of these people had no idea about the elderly people's situation——

"No, my dad is pretty good."

"My mother exercises every day, participates in senior walking, and lives a very healthy life. What kind of cult is this? Are you mistaken?"

"I think you are the liar? My grandma just got a flu shot last month. How could she join a cult?"

A policeman was scolded in the face for being accused of telecommunications fraud: "What on earth does vaccination have to do with joining a cult? I really..."

Yu Yan "shushed" him, pressed the speakerphone, and heard a man's hesitant and confused voice coming from his phone: "Huh? It seems... yes? What's wrong?"

Yu Yan quickly glanced at the corresponding name in the address book: "Mr. Li, let me confirm again. You are saying that after your father returned home, he often meditated, prayed and other religious behaviors, right? He also asked the people around him

People preach doctrines and participate in activities that take up all their time, right?”

"It seems that I believe in some kind of religion. Well... there are a lot of activities. I just brought a few old men and old ladies to hold a reading group and chat together." When the man said this, he suddenly became wary, "They can

There are no other illegal activities, police comrades, the book club is not as big as a square dance, and there are no people clamoring for self-immolation."

Yu Yan: "Don't you think there's anything wrong with this?"

"Hey, old kids, little kids, you can't control them," the man said with a heart. "Who's old man doesn't engage in some feudal superstitious activities? Just think of it as finding something for them to do, instead of sitting at home and watching TV every day.

Please call us for advertising. To be honest, let alone the elderly, we usually have nothing to do and still want to find some spiritual sustenance."

Yu Yan: "But the organization your father joined is not an ordinary spiritual sustenance. We now suspect that it is a cult."

The man was stuck for a moment: "Comrade police, what happened to their religion? Has it been banned? If so, then... then I will go back and tell my dad and let him believe something else. Really, we

have no idea……"

And let him believe something else!

Yu Yan couldn't help but interrupt him: "Mr. Li, the reason why these cults are cults is that in addition to defrauding people to make money, they may also lead people to self-mutilation and suicide in the end. Did you know?"

"How old are you now? It's too late to save your life. It won't happen." The man didn't take it seriously and still said with a smile, "Okay, I will go back and tell him not to believe it. He must be taught seriously. Don't worry."

Yu Yan: "..."

At this time, the little policewoman next to her who had just passed her internship suddenly said: "Brother Yu, this man went back and told his father that Paradise is a cult. Are we trying to scare him away?"

Yu Yan was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up: "Yes, find someone to keep an eye on this old man and wait to see who he contacts!"

After Mr. Zhou experienced such an afternoon, his bladder had the memory of fear, and he couldn't stay any longer. He first found a staff member of Paradise and tried a few words: "I told Dr. Xu a lie, I'm going out

I had an argument with my family before and didn't say hello to them at all. The more I think about it in the past two days, the more I regret it... They must be anxious. There is no cell phone signal here. Where can I find a public phone? I want to call them to report it.

Safety."

The staff member smiled and told him: "We are a closed camp and there is no phone."

"Then can you send me back a few days in advance? My grandson is going to take the final exam. He is a loan student. What if he fails in the exam because of me?" Mr. Zhou said, gritting his teeth cruelly, "Look.

, I have lived here for such a long time, I will not refund the money, please just take me to the nearest bus station, I..."

"Old Zhou, what are you talking about?" A gentle voice came from behind. Mr. Zhou was excited. It was the old lady again!

It is said that the old lady is a veteran student of Paradise, and she voluntarily stays here to take care of them and guide them. Every newcomer will be matched with such a "guide". Mr. Zhou always feels that he is very lucky, and the guide is gentle and patient.

It looked good. But when he heard the voice, he suddenly felt a little creepy.

She is spying on herself!

"What's the matter with money?" the old lady came over pretending to be angry. Together with another staff member, she took Mr. Zhou's stiff arms from both sides and held him in the middle. "The instructor worked hard to help everyone

Is he summoned here for money? He is doing it for charity. The little money you pay yourself is only enough to barely maintain the operation of the base, and the rest is not even enough for food."

Mr. Zhou: "I..."

"Do you want to shrink back again?" The old lady interrupted him and sighed, "You have finally made some progress, do you want to waste all your efforts? I know it is difficult to get rid of these morbid mental connections, and it is repeated occasionally.

It’s normal. Let’s do this. Starting tomorrow, I will tell the instructor that I will give you an additional individual meditation training in the morning.”

Mr. Zhou was so frightened by this "preferential treatment" that he decided to run away at night!

In the evening of the same day, in the urban area of ​​Yanning, an old man walked into a residential building.

"Brother Yu, Brother Yu, I saw him going upstairs." The voice of a colleague came from Yu Yan's earphones, "When he got to the fifth floor, it seemed to be 501, someone opened the door for him. They pulled the curtains and couldn't see clearly what was in the room.

Condition."

Yu Yan and the others followed Old Man Li, who was suspected of having participated in the "Elysium World" cult. After Old Li's son received a call from the police, he went back to have a big fight with his father and took away the pile of promotional materials and the stuff his father had hidden.

All the books were confiscated, and Lao Li’s pension bank card was also confiscated.

Mr. Li had his own family to take care of, so he "handled" the accident of his father's belief in a cult in a simple and crude way. He didn't even eat anything and left in a hurry. Therefore, he didn't know that Mr. Li was also cleaning up after he left.

Pack your bags and leave home.

Yu Yan said softly: "Find someone to pretend to be a delivery person and go up and take a look."

A small policeman responded to the call and modified it. After a while, he went upstairs with the takeaway. Through the door panel, he heard music and voices with strong religious overtones coming from inside. People were singing together, and there were quite a lot of people listening.

The police knocked on the door, and the singing inside stopped suddenly. After a while, someone asked warily: "Who?"

The policeman pretending to be a food delivery boy said: "He's delivering food."

"We didn't order takeout."

"Ah?" The little policeman winked at the colleague who caught up with him and read out the address number. "It's right here. A Mr. Li ordered it. His phone number is..."

Before he finished speaking, a colleague who was staring at this place with a telescope from a distance suddenly said: "Break in, someone is going to jump out of the window and run away!"

"Too vigilant," Yu Yan pushed open the car door, "catch him, this person is definitely not an ordinary believer!"

Several police officers at the door broke into the house. The room was filled with a strange smell of spices. There were several large printers in the corner. The corners of the room were filled with printed matter. It turned out to be a den, with six or seven elderly people gathered here.

.

As soon as the door opened, these six or seven elderly people rushed toward the policemen fiercely, as if they were about to die as martyrs.

The average age of this group of "thugs" was seventy, an age where no one would dare to help someone if they fell on the street. They tremblingly hit them with crutches, enamel jars and enamel basins, and then an old lady directly hit her

Lying on the ground, he hugged the thigh of a young policeman and, as if desperate for his life, started chewing on it!

The policeman was afraid that the other party's dentures would collapse, so he didn't dare to move. His voice changed with fear: "Brother Yu, we need support!"
Chapter completed!