"It looks like some kind of shady religious gathering."
Although I have never seen this happen, I have heard about it a lot.
Nolan Lusi said "hmm" after a while: "It probably does count, but a relatively simple gathering of thoughts has been born here - fortunately, the people here are ordinary people, so we can go in and have a look. "
The cognitive distortion technique was applied to her body in her breathing. Nolan Lusi jumped down gently and knocked on the door. The man who was guarding the door opened the door and fell into a trance when he saw Nolan Lusi. For a moment, he stepped aside and said, "Come in, you are the last group of people."
The doorkeeper closed the door and the room suddenly became dark, but after quickly adapting, the scene in the room came into view.
This is a slightly shabby entrance hall, and everything in it has been covered with cloth, as if it were a decoration to prevent things in the home from falling into dust before going on a long trip.
There was no one on the first floor, and the lights on the second floor were on. It seemed like this was where they were gathering.
When you step onto the second floor, you will find that it is much brighter and more spacious than the first floor.
In the center of the room is a long table. The chair at the head has a high backrest and looks very aristocratic. But it is a pity that the quality below the seat head is somewhat uneven. Some people made chairs that were originally matched with the table, some were brought up from below, and some even came with a broken bench. Some even sat on the horse--this was what the man suspected of being a thief had in his arms at night.
There are all kinds of people sitting around the table, but what is very common is that there are no rich people here. It seems that the richest people are no more than ordinary citizens. When it comes to poverty, everyone is poor in his own way. From homeless people to poor people covered in patches, there are also some disabled people with physical ailments and limited mobility. They crowded around the table in a chaotic manner, but surprisingly did not make any messy noises, except for the occasional sound of some fabric rubbing together.
From the top of the seat, an old man's voice finally came, like a sigh: "Brothers and sisters - take a look, have you seen anyone familiar with you already here?"
After a buzzing sound, the room became quiet.
Only then did I realize that even in this chaotic hall, there were faintly small groups gathering together. And in each small group, someone stood up and was reporting the situation at the scene.
"Old John... was seriously ill. He can no longer survive. He was just sent away yesterday."
The old man sighed deeply and said: "He is a good man, but the disease is unavoidable. I already know his death."
The reporter lowered his head and bowed, then sat down.
Next, each group will stand up and a leader will report the current personnel situation, and the old man will listen quietly most of the time, and then add a short answer at the end.
After everyone in the hall had finished their report, the old man said slowly: "So...how many times has this been? My memory is not very good, maybe it is the 374th time? Forget it, This is not important, since everyone is already here, our mutual aid club’s communication meeting should also begin - but before that, there are some new members that I need to inform you about."
"The existence of the mutual aid association only allows everyone to exercise some convenience within a limited scope, so you must not use the mutual aid association to gain benefits. We also try not to disclose the existence of the mutual aid association to the outside world. Only people with real integrity and suffering can join us. I am indeed the founder of the mutual aid association, but I am just an old man who provides the venue and catering for the members. There is nothing I can do to help you now, so... I'm sorry."
He coughed and then said: "I have said too much, we can start now."
After the old man finished speaking, the entire second floor gradually became lively, like a market during the day. The old man closed his eyes slightly at the head of the throne.
After listening for a while, the two of us understood that this so-called mutual aid association is more like a huge market of demand and response, but the things spent here are not necessarily money, sometimes it may be simple kindness or It's an exchange. All in all, the emergence of this kind of mutual aid association is a bit surprising, but at the same time there is a certain rationality - after all, whether they are in the same organization or association is also a way to judge friendship.
I raised my hand slightly, released a sound barrier and asked, "Will there really be a gathering of thoughts here?"
Nolan Lusi looked at the old man at the head of the seat, nodded and said: "That's true... but the old man looks very strange. The real gathering of thoughts does not come from these people, but from the old man .”
After a slight hesitation, she said: "So I am a little hesitant now. I am very surprised whether these things are a gathering of longings."
So, I gently patted the person next to me and said, "Excuse me, I'm here for the first time. Who is that old man -"
"That's Sir Philip." The person next to me turned his head and looked at me. After a slight daze, his eyes became a little more enthusiastic.
"He used to be the president of Ganger's Chamber of Commerce. When Gangel was last developing a few years ago, it was he who built the chamber of commerce market. However, more than 20 years ago, he disappeared while on vacation with his family. There were rumors that he was dead, so the president of the Federation of Commerce was replaced. But I didn’t expect that he would come back alive a few years later, but he was already too thin and in a trance. His wife and children They are all gone... Obviously he encountered an accident. Various chambers of commerce still remembered his kindness, so they took care of him for a long time and kept his property well. Later, after he recovered, He was very grateful to the people who helped him when he was mentally depressed, so he set up a mutual aid group to let ordinary people like us help each other through difficulties - but he never mentioned what happened during that time. Now he hardly goes out. He has only the old housekeeper by his side, so I believe he just wants to spend a lively old age."
After listening to his narrative, I almost immediately realized that there were quite a lot of suspicious things in it, but too much time had passed, and it seemed pointless to pursue these things.
