Later, we inquired and found out that this young man was just in charge of handing out leaflets.

As for what this thing was for, the young man couldn't tell, but when he was getting the leaflets, the manager at the top only told him to go to the shopping street to distribute them.

And you can't send it generously, you have to stuff it into the other party's clothes when the other party is not paying attention.

In this way, it can be regarded as a success, ordinary people distribute leaflets here, and they only have more than 100 yuan a day, and this young man's salary can reach 500 a day, although it is dangerous to do so, but at this price, he will also take risks.

Then I asked this lad to take me to the manager's place, and I ended up at a bar after 7787.

It was a seemingly closed bar, gray and bare, and the sign at the door had already fallen to the side, and I slowly pushed open the door of the bar, and then I saw six or seven people sitting in it playing cards.

A man in a suit with a thin figure immediately came over when he saw the young man and said, "Why are you back? Didn't you let you distribute it until 7 p.m.?

I made an appointment with the young man and pulled out the manager in a suit, and Wang Xiaohu was beaten up without saying a word.

Although there are a lot of people in the room, it doesn't seem strange that after seeing his own people being beaten, all the people in the room were silent, maybe Wang Xiaohu was fierce and frightened others.

Although Wang Xiaohu's appearance is exactly the same as that of the editor, once he gets angry, it is completely different.

It's really like a tiger, red eyes and angry.

The manager was beaten to the point that his head was bleeding and he almost knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, and then I stopped Wang Xiaohu, and if he continued like this, he might be held criminally responsible.

I immediately pushed my energy into the room and said to him, "What the hell are you doing? tell me 1510, otherwise this matter will not be over today!"

At first the manager pretended not to know, but then I threw the card of the cross on the ground and kicked it twice.

That's when the manager dares to tell the truth.

In fact, the other party is not a charity group at all, although I have thought of this a long time ago, but what I never expected is that the other party is actually a cult-like organization.

It's not that serious, though.

The main purpose is to see God.

The locals believe that in order to see God's words, one must be stimulated to do so.

Stimulation refers to keeping one's brain blank and in a state of pure purity, but usually people can't do this at all, so this religion has a way of keeping one's brain in a situation where it doesn't want anything at all.

It's ridiculous to say that it's a ghost story.

This religion has been scientifically researched and found that when a person's brain is occupied by a sudden sense of fear, then the brain will be blank at the time, and in this case, the signal will be given by God

Be blessed by God.

In the entire community, everyone who enters must pass an assessment, that is, the story told must scare everyone, otherwise they will not be able to join the club.

As for why we want to meet with God, it goes without saying, but it is just an attempt to receive God's blessings.

Actually, it's just a bunch of boring religions, and then I investigated and found that this religion is not too bad, although it has been doing useless things, but it has not done anything to destroy others.

There are more than 200 people in the entire religion so far.

There is no cost to join this religion, as long as you can come up with an ingenious and terrifying point, you can join the religion.

The more terrifying the story can be appreciated by others, the longer it will be able to help others see God.

I don't know who came up with this idea, but from the perspective of the organization as a whole, there is no need to pay any money or anything like that.

It's half clear here, but I still don't quite understand the succession of deaths, and if you listen to a story, you can hear people to death, but it's a bit of a joke.

Then I asked the manager to find their leader.

It was the initiator of the entire organization who was threatened by us, and this frightened feather had no choice but to take us to another place, which was People's Square.

When I arrived at the square, the manager made a phone call, and soon the leader came to me, an old man in his 60s, with a fat body and a beard, who looked like Santa Claus.

He came with a Bible in his hand.

After seeing me, before I could ask the master, he began to babble to me about the knowledge he had done.

He said that he had gone to a Western country to go abroad, because believing in God was the best way, but people have never been taken care of by God, because people cannot maintain their pure hearts.

So this so-called guru invented a way to make people see God, and that is to keep the brain blank.

Under normal circumstances, no matter how much a person abandons it, distracting thoughts can't do it, and only when he is stimulated by the outside world, will he have this reaction in a short time, so the way to do all this is to use terrifying means to scare the other party.

Hearing this, I had a general idea of what was going on, and then I immediately told the identities of the three messengers from before, only to know that all three of them were members of this strange religion.

The problem is that all three are dead.

Before he died, something similar to the horror story had happened around him, and for this religion, it was definitely not ordinary.

However, the sect leader in front of me promised that there would never be such a thing in this religion, and that the whole religion was completely equal for everyone.

Of course, I couldn't believe what the other person said, so I made a suggestion that I join the other person's religion.

Only by going deep into it can we know what kind of secret the other party is hiding? But when I said this, Wang Xiaohu next to me said that he wanted to refuse to join.

In desperation, he could only join this intermediary group alone and come to the other party's base camp.

The so-called base camp, the other party just rented a house, and usually met here at 5 o'clock every Saturday.

The content of the meeting is just to talk about your own experience.