When I came here, I saw that there were fifty or sixty people in the whole hall, and they were all in a circle with each other, writing down their experiences of joining the religion.

This time it's an experience.

I didn't know what the hell they were going to do, so when I watched the whole time, I noticed that each of them had written a long text, and at the same time, throughout the meeting, they kept reading according to the materials they had prepared before, as if they were speaking at a meeting.

After waiting for more than two hours, at least the meeting was over, and during the whole process, I felt that the original intention of the intermediary group was still fine.

Not because I'm brainwashed, but I do.

Although the other party uses horror stories to scare others and see God as the reason for organizing a group, in fact, the purpose of this group is to be kind and inherit God's will.

Although the methods are different, the starting point is basically the same, so this religion is not a cult.

But I don't quite understand why the stories that come out of this religion kill people alive.

After the meeting, I asked to visit the whole religion, and the leader was very happy to show me all the rooms of the whole religion.

I won't go to the entertainment rooms, but I'll just look through the books in the library.

Most of the whole library is filled with Bibles and Western myths, and there is no big problem, and there is also a perspective of seeing God in it.

It's called the Hand of God.

The Hand of God was a separate bookcase, and when I walked over, I found that it was not a book, but a number of documents that each member had set up individually, and they printed out what they wanted to write and stored it all.

When I saw this, I said that I wanted to see the contents inside, and the sect leader next to me immediately folded his hands and bowed to this cabinet three times in a row.

I didn't understand and asked, "Excuse me, is the stuff here very secret?"

I asked this because I saw that this bookcase was the only one that was locked.

The Master nodded, and carefully opened the bookcase, and I stared inside like a curious child, and when I took out the documents inside, I realized that it was not what I had imagined, and that the contents were not of much value to me at all.

Because there are ghost stories in this bookcase, all of which are stories written by members themselves over the years.

But according to the leader, these ghost stories can help everyone to be frightened, which is equivalent to the hand of God, pulling everyone into a loving world.

The other party's statement was definitely different from what I saw, so I didn't pay attention to the other party.

These ghost stories have been sung before, and after reading them, there is basically nothing new, and then I close the door of the cabinet.

I inquired about the rest of their activities by the way.

Later, I learned that there was such a big event at the end of the month, and that was to see God.

Gather dozens of people in the room to tell ghost stories, and it starts at about 1 o'clock in the middle of the night, because there is a greater chance of being frightened during this time.

As for who has ever seen God, no one knows.

Some people say they've never seen it before, but they believe in it.

Some people say that they have really seen it after being frightened, but there is no way to investigate all this.

I decided to attend an end-of-month event this month.

Then before leaving, I closed the cabinet, and this time I found that there was a number on the cabinet, and there were 99 on it.

In other words, there are a total of 99 ghost stories in this cabinet.

Then I went home and told Wang Ruohan about it.

This girl doesn't quite understand such a religion, it looks ordinary, why did there be three tragedies in a row?

Just as I was talking about this, all of a sudden I heard the sound of the doorbell, I looked out through the crack in the door, and actually saw Wang Xiaohu after we separated.

I don't know if it's more than 7 o'clock in the evening, and I don't know what important things Wang Xiaohu is looking for me.

When I opened the door, I saw Wang Xiaohu sweating profusely.

The guy came so late for a certain purpose, and the other party told me that after a few days of investigation, he had discovered a major secret, but it was hard to say here.

Wang Xiaohu invited me to go to the small alley behind the store at about 11 o'clock this evening, and let me see it with my own eyes at that time.

When the other party said this, he left in a hurry, and he didn't know what the hell was going on.

I went back to my room and prepared to go out at 11 o'clock tonight, but who knows, at this time, my eldest daughter-in-law, whom I hadn't seen for a long time, came to me, and this woman asked me to go to the funeral of the editor to inquire about Wang Xiaohu.

After inquiring, I went to meet Wang Xiaohu again.

When I heard this, I felt very curious, and my eldest daughter-in-law disappeared after saying this.

I feel that what my eldest daughter-in-law says must have a meaning.

I didn't wait for 11 o'clock in the evening, I asked Wang Ruohan to follow me to the editor's funeral, which is generally the local custom that once someone dies, the funeral will last for three days and three nights.

It was the third day, and I decided to inquire what was going on, and I took this taxi to the funeral that night, and when I arrived, there were obviously fewer people to see them off, except for the editor's relatives.

At this time, I saw an old lady in the room in the tent, with white hair and a sad look on her face, presumably this person was the editor's mother.

The old lady spoke to her son to herself, and the feeling of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person was self-evident.

When the other party said that enough was enough, I gently opened the door and walked in, and the old lady immediately stood up with tears in her eyes, and said politely to me: "You are my son's friend, right? Thank you for being able to see my son off, please take a seat!"

As a courtesy, we first stood in front of the body and bowed three times.

Finally, I chatted with the old lady for a while, and the main topics were around editing.

When the conversation came to the end, I changed my words and talked directly about Wang Xiaohu.