The director of the shelter has been restless for the last few days, and has been in seclusion since Kevin forced him to ask for a list. Basically, they hide in their own rooms, and even if they eat, they let others bring them over. Naturally, his subordinates wanted to come over to take care of him, but he lied that he was unwell and needed to rest.

What does Kevin want the list to do? It's not hard to guess. It's nothing more than finding someone to contact them and persuade them. It may be brutal, but most of the time it's not life-threatening. The director knew that those people could not die generously for such a thing, and the result would probably be the same as himself.

So what can you do? Remind them in advance? It's not likely. You can't say to them, "Hey, be careful lately, someone might be forcing you to eat a banana peel." ”

Fortunately, the director also kept a little hand. Within this church, there are people he knows and people he doesn't know very well, and the list provided this time is all that he is not very familiar with. It doesn't matter if they get beaten, but what if it goes on like this?

Kevin has been given permission by the director for the past few days and is basically walking sideways in the shelter. His subordinates were very puzzled by him, and they all ran to ask the director, but he could only answer: "Don't offend this person, be careful." ”

So no one cared about Kevin directly, he even went to the kitchen and cooked for himself. The other chefs couldn't help but ask, "Why do you want to cook your own food?

"How do I know if you're going to poison me?" replied Kevin.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing how to answer. The identity of a neurological patient also has this advantage, and he has no scruples about what he wants to say, anyway, crazy people talk crazy.

Kevin, on the other hand, began to make contact with the strong men. These strong men usually do not go out and walk around during the day, and basically hide in a few rooms, or play cards or drink, or eat or sleep. They don't come out until there is a long order, or something big happens.

Kevin took the staff of authority and went straight to call one out. Then the two of them went to another room to chat alone, chatting for more than an hour. When the strong man came out, his brows were tightly locked, and his eyes were blank, as if he had doubted life.

One chats and the other continues to talk. I didn't hit someone this time, after all, the purpose of beating someone is to let the other party talk to him calmly, and if the goal has been achieved, then there is no need to do it.

Kevin was idle at the moment, and he had already mastered their situation at the end of the day. All the strong men here are unemployed vagrants, and they don't want to look for work. They range in age from 20 to 40 years old, some have no family, and some are reluctant to speak.

Earlier, many of these people were mercenary groups. However, there is almost no soil for mercenary groups to survive in China, and the original excellent mercenary groups either go overseas to explore the market, or transform the construction team to build a large number of buildings, or other professions. The state also has corresponding policies to subsidize it, hoping to guide it correctly.

But there are always some people who are unwilling to transform and do not want to go abroad, he just wants to be a mercenary. If he really can't be a mercenary, then he doesn't do anything and is idle.

Most of these people belong to the old qualified faction in the original mercenary group, and they don't need to do everything themselves, and there are new mercenaries to do it for them. You only need to brag about your bravery back then, and you can bluff the newcomer for a moment. They don't have what the average mercenary calls life-threatening, or maybe they've passed the life-threatening stage and are starting to enter the enjoyment phase.

However, a decree has made their leisurely life come to naught, and those excellent people will always be the object of competition from other industries. Even the construction industry needs high-level warriors or mages. And those who don't have much ability, just rely on mixed qualifications, and are unwilling to lower their stature, eventually become unemployed.

However, as former mercenaries, their fighting level is still above that of ordinary people. So some people try to recruit them to deal with things that are inconvenient for them to deal with. Naturally, one of them is the director.

Kevin asked them what they were going to do in the future, and they were confident about the future. They insisted that they would soon learn light spells and make their way to the pinnacle of life.

Kevin couldn't help but hit them, and once again came up with the example of "no one in the whole country gave me a copper coin, I will become a billionaire". The strong men have no cultural level, so they naturally can't refute it. Some people still have disdainful eyes, and some people are disdainful.

Kevin asked again, "Have you ever thought that the state would ban this kind of experiment?"

Most of the strong men shook their heads blankly, indicating that they hadn't thought about it. A few were silent, as if they had thought about it, but did not want to answer.

Kevin ended the conversation in due course, signaling that they could start thinking about it now.

The brawny men went back to their rooms and began a heated discussion. Soon they thought of the director, so they sent three people to the director's room to inquire. The director doesn't have the courage to really jump back, and he doesn't have the courage to go against Kevin, so he can only pretend to be sick. Indicate that you are dizzy, and you will talk about it later. The strong men could only go back with a stomach full of doubts to continue to reflect.

Time flickered, and another two days passed. The director's "illness" did not improve at all, and Kevin continued to chat with the strong man, trying to get information.

On this day, what the director had been fearing finally happened, and the parrot grabbed three or five letters and came in directly through the window and threw them on his desk. The director hurriedly got up and took a look, and saw that the signatures were all from his own confession.

When he opened it, he shuddered at one sentence: "I heard that you jumped backwards, and you asked someone to beat me?"

The director hurriedly looked down and saw that in this letter, he had no grievances with him, so why did he ask someone to beat me? I remembered this matter today, and I should not fall into my hands in the future. Wait a minute.

The director sighed and looked at the next one. The rhetoric of this letter is much more obscure, and there is basically no mention of beatings. Is it just that he cares about his health?

The director was furious, and then read the next one. This letter is very brief, and the other party wants to meet in person, hoping to make an appointment. Looking at his posture, I feel that I really want to jump back. But could it be some kind of trap?

The director sat at the table and began to feel depressed. After thinking about it, he felt that it would not work like this, and he had to talk to everyone about it. But considering the possibility of trapping, what if they go directly to the opponent's territory and get caught?

But fortunately, now that technology is developed, it is possible to have online conversations. The director worked hard to write a reply, agreed on the time of the Internet chat and the Internet address, and said that it was important to attend the meeting. After two or three hours, three people wrote back one after another, agreeing, and also gave the Internet address here.

The next evening, the director went out on time to prepare for the largest local online library to have a crystal ball dialogue. Before going out, I specifically inquired about what Kevin was doing, and when I heard that Kevin was going to the toilet, he hurriedly rushed out, making the others puzzled. Of course, no one dared to ask.

All the way to the online library, where the equipment has just been updated. It has been divided into high-end and low-end areas, the low-end area is still a parrot pass web page, but the high-end area has a crystal ball on each table. The net hall is almost full, almost all of them are young people's voices, dancing in front of the crystal ball, and the crystal ball also shows some bizarre pictures in due course.

This seems to be some trendy game, and the remote mutual visibility of crystal balls makes it possible to play cards remotely, play chess remotely, watch stage plays remotely, and even derive some witty and more complex games. But these directors don't understand, and he can't play these when he's old.

Find the private room he booked, sit down, close the door, and the barrier will open automatically. This is a boss-level business room, suitable for discussing confidential matters, and of course it is very expensive. The director has already placed three crystal balls in front of him, and today he wants to connect the three parties.

Pull out your own pen and paper and do some routine checks. Crystal balls can't transmit sound, and people can only communicate through text. In order to save time, the director has already written possible conversations in advance, and when the time comes, he can just show them directly.

In a moment, the crystal balls on the table lit up one after another, and somewhere in the distance, the other three directors of the shelter were already sitting in front of the crystal balls. Turning their heads to look around, they could see the director in front of them at the same time, and the pictures in the other crystal balls on the table. This is a four-way dialogue.

The director didn't know the three of them very well, so he couldn't help but re-observe them at this time. A very young one, looking only about 25 years old. A scrawny man, even though he was wearing a wide priest's robe, did not hide his thinness. The other is a bald head with a shiny roof on the top that can almost be used for lighting.

The four of them greeted each other and nodded in acknowledgment. The director took out a piece of paper and spread it out to show them: "You have worked hard. ”

The three people on the other side glanced at each other through the crystal ball, and suddenly the young man began to gesture, and his mouth moved slightly, as if he had said something. Finally, he picked up a hat and put it on his head, pulled the hat cord, and jumped out of a funny one.

Everyone else was at a loss, but they knew that it was supposed to be a young man's thing. Unable to transmit sound, the writing speed is too slow. Young people have invented a way of chatting with gestures and lips and expression hats, and only add a small amount of text when it really doesn't work.

But for people of the director's age, it is obviously too advanced, and everyone can only shake their heads to say that they don't understand.

The bald head touched his bald head, and his palm swiped it, and the light flickered for a moment. For a while, everyone paid attention, and saw the bald head take out a bunch of documents and spread them out page by page.

Everyone had to squint, the crystal ball was not big, and he also took out a bunch of paper-like things, the font was so small that you can imagine. Everyone barely read a few lines and lost interest. Seems to be a treatise on light spells.

The thin man finally couldn't help it, and he waved a small flag to signal that he had something to say. Then he took out the sign: "Let's be direct, don't you jump back?"

Faced with such a direct question, everyone did not move. For a moment, his eyes focused on the director, who theoretically "wanted to jump back and then send someone to beat others", and he didn't move at this time?

The director was also prepared, picked up the sign and began to talk about him, saying that this matter should be cautious and other nonsense.

However, there is too much nonsense, which leads to extreme impatience among young people. After a while, he slapped the table directly and held up the sign: "I'll jump back!"

Everyone was stunned and hurriedly gathered their eyes. The young man changed the brand, obviously prepared: "This experiment will be exposed sooner or later, and I don't think it will make any sense." Originally, we were here to improve the light spells, but now that the experiment has shown no signs of success, it's time to stop. ”

"It's okay to stop, but there's no need to jump back?" the bald head objected, "Just don't participate in the next experiment, there's no need to go against the entire order!"

"That's right," the director immediately held up his sign, "even if we take the whole Order like heroes, but what about afterwards? We may be hit by a car and assassinated when we go out." We don't have the strength to do this. ”

The others couldn't help but be full of question marks: "Then you still sent someone to beat us?"

The director didn't know how to answer, so he could only cite a "universal expression".

The three of them didn't buy it, and each raised their cards to ask. The director just doesn't say it, he can't say it to others: "I was beaten by a guy named Kevin." ”

The four of them then continued the discussion, but the discussion was inefficient, and it was late at night when they could not reach any conclusions. Everyone could only say that they would talk about it later, and then dispersed.

When the director came back from outside with a tired face, Kevin was already waiting for him at the door, and the two looked at each other. Kevin didn't ask him anything, and turned back to his room. The director was already preparing to deal with Kevin's cross-examination lines, and even prepared to eat a few banana peels, but he didn't expect that there was nothing.

After a hint of happiness, he was even more uneasy. This Kevin didn't even hit me? What the hell did he want to do? He didn't dare to ask this question, so he had to think about it alone.

The next morning, troubles followed. A church priest actually visited the house in person, naming him to see the director.

When the director heard the name, he didn't know it, so he planned to let the security guard blow him away. But soon, the security guard sent a box, saying that the director would definitely see him as long as he saw this thing.

The director opened the box suspiciously, but saw that it was a banana peel. I couldn't help but shudder, and hurriedly asked someone to pick it up.

The visitor was quickly brought into the house, a priest whom he did not know but who was probably related to him. I didn't dare to slack off, so I poured him a glass of water first.

The two sat down and closed the door. The priest said coldly: "I was beaten for three days. ”

The director was embarrassed and didn't know how to answer.

"I have eaten I don't know how many banana peels, and at last I was begged to be told that it was someone you sent," the priest handed the peel to the director, "do you particularly want to see me eat banana peels?

"You're mistaken. The director could only argue pale at this time.

The priest slapped the table: "We are not a system! I inquired, your experiment is more radical, and we are relatively relaxed." There's no connection between us, why are you hitting me?"

"Actually, I don't even know who you are?" said the director.

"I don't know who you are!" roared the priest.

The director was helpless, and motioned for him to drink saliva first: "Alas, I don't know how to talk about this matter." But I promise, it was definitely not you I sent someone to beat you. I've confessed some names, but I don't know you, and I don't have your name, do I?"

"Who hit me?" asked the priest rhetorically.

"It's me!" Suddenly, Kevin pushed the door open. At this time, he was still wearing a patient's clothes, but he was still full of aura. The director stood up directly as a sign of respect.

The priest was amazed and asked, "Who are you?"

"You eat the banana peel you brought, and then talk to me. Kevin waved his hand.

Priest: "......"

The three of them were in a stalemate for a moment, and the director didn't dare to say anything, and the priest saw that the situation was unfavorable, and it was not the first time he had eaten it, so he immediately stuffed the banana peel into his mouth again.

Kevin sat down and began to speak calmly: "Director, why did you go last night, you didn't tell me yet." ”

The director of the director was excited, and immediately all of them shook out. The priest on the side was amazed, and secretly thought what kind of character this Kevin was, and actually made the director so respectful.

After listening to the report, Kevin just smiled: "Obviously, whether they say that they jump or not, they can't be trusted." After all, it's just lip service, and it may also be a test for you. ”

The director nodded again and again: "I think so, too." ”

"But it's not a big problem, as long as we spread this momentum, when we act, let them remain as neutral as possible, and it will be of great benefit to us," Kevin replied, "It's all grass on the wall, whoever has the most advantage will immediately follow whom." ”

The director nodded again: "I think so, too." ”

The priest couldn't help but ask, "Action?

Kevin sneered: "Of course, it's to cut the grass and eradicate the roots." ”

The other two people in the room were trembling, and the priest subconsciously looked at the director, and the director spread his hands: "I don't know, don't ask me." ”