Chapter 8 The Visible Boy (7)
Because the other party rejected him politely and indifferently, Inuyama Heita could not find any reason to intervene in the matter anymore. He could only tell himself in his heart that the matter Maybe it will develop in a good direction, but even if I intervene, I won't be able to solve it, so it's not that I stand by and watch, it's just that I can't do anything.
But he knows in his heart that this is just a wishful thinking. It is difficult for people who are stuck in that kind of quagmire to have a good ending. Those religious groups often squeeze out the last bit of value from people before letting them go.
As the impulse brought by the half-price bento slowly receded, Inuyama Heita's inner balance gradually began to tilt towards Mingzhe's self-preservation. Just like everyone else, he could just be indifferent to this kind of thing. But Suzuki didn't come to school after a few days, which still made Heita Inuyama feel some inexplicable uneasiness.
Just when Inuyama Heita was about to put those things behind him, trouble came uninvited and still found him.
On this day, in the building outside the mountain.
"Inuyama, order from table 13."
"Go right away!"
The Chinese restaurant "Shanwailou" still has a very hot atmosphere, Inuyama Pingtai is a little too busy, he I came to table 13 with the menu, picked up the pen, lowered my head and asked: "What would you like to order?"
"One piece of Mapo tofu, one piece of Tianjin rice, and also, What a coincidence, Inuyama-kun.”
That inexplicably familiar hypocritical voice sounded, and Inuyama Heita raised his head suddenly, only to realize that the person in front of him was actually Matsui, the man in a suit who harassed the Suzuki family a few nights ago.
"It's you...why are you here?" Inuyama Heita frowned, not hiding his disgust at the person in front of him.
"Hey, hey, at least I ordered a meal, so I can be considered a guest." Matsui smiled and said, "Is this the way of hospitality in this store?"
Inuyama Pingtai sarcastically said: "Guest, you are joking. If you just order food, of course we are very welcome, but our shop is not a maid cafe, so if you have nothing to do, please don't chat with the waiter. As you said See, I have many other distinguished guests to entertain." It would be fine if the other party only met him by chance when eating here, but if not...
As expected, what Inuyama Heita was worried about happened. , Matsui looked at him with a half-smile, and said: "You are so ruthless, Heita-kun. It seems that you have a deep prejudice against me. I came here specifically for you."
"We're not that familiar. Why do you know I'm here? And why did you come to me specifically?" Heita Inuyama asked a series of questions. He looked tough on the surface, but there was a trace of panic in his heart: Could it be that the other party's religious group is actually powerful? Very big? Is that why we were able to find his identity so quickly? But why did the other party come to him? Is it to take revenge on him for disturbing the other party's good deeds?
"Well~ don't worry, it's not what you think. Our Lucky Mutual Aid Association is a legal and reasonable group and will not do anything illegal." Matsui said calmly: "That night, you The packaging box in the inner bag has the logo of this store on it. After a little search, you will know. As for why we are looking for you... Of course it is because you are the talent we need. Inuyama, can't you see what this child looks like? ?" A pale little hand flashed behind Matsui's collar, and Inuyama Heita could even hear the innocent laughter of a distant child in his ears. It was obviously a crowded restaurant. The sound was so clear that it made people shudder.
Heita Inuyama pretended to be calm and pretended to be stupid: "This guest, I don't understand what you are talking about. Do you need anything else?"
" The German philosopher Nietzsche once said: When you stare into the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you." Matsui said calmly: "If it is more popular, it is Inuyama. The moment you notice this child, this. The child also knows that you can see him, so let's put aside the tentative links in the middle and let's be straightforward. We need your talents. Go to us, where your talents can be used, not here. Working part-time to support your studies, as far as I know, your life must be very tight, by the way, this is what Ms. Suzuki told me.”
Because he never participated in group activities and spent all his spare time working or on the way to work, Inuyama Heita was a well-known part-time fighter in school. Everyone knew that his financial situation was not very good, and it was normal for Suzuki to know that, but the problem was ...
"What did you do to her?" Inuyama Heita frowned: "Explain it to me clearly, otherwise I will call the police!"
Matsui said funnyly: "I don't even think about it. As has been said, we will not do anything inconsistent with Regarding regulations, it’s just that through our active communication, she gradually understood our philosophy. We have never done anything to restrict personal freedom.”
“Then what happened to her. Why..."
"Inuyama, what are you doing there? Is it time to chat with the guests?" Just as he was about to continue asking, a scolding came from not far away, and the manager was talking. He looked at Inuyama Heita dissatisfied, as if scolding him for being lazy.
"Haha, it seems that I picked the wrong time." Inuyama Heita saw Matsui's considerate little pale hand stretched out from his arms and took a folded leaflet, and then handed it to him: "Let's do this, Heita Jun, there will be a meeting of our mutual aid association tomorrow afternoon, and Miss Suzuki will also appear there. You might as well go to our meeting and then decide. Don’t forget my Mapo tofu and Tianjin rice, yes. I finally ate here once and ordered a shrimp dumpling to take away. This kid wants to try it too.”
Another string of laughter like silver bells rang in my ears. It gave Heita Inuyama goosebumps on his arms. But under the manager's gaze, he resisted the desire to turn around and leave, and started working as usual. The bustling crowd made him feel a little more at ease. After a while, he took a break from the busyness and looked at the man again. When we were there, Matsui, the man in a suit, had disappeared. It seemed that he had finished eating and left.
"Lucky Mutual Aid Association..." Taking out the flyer from his pocket, Heita Inuyama read the content on it carefully. Generally speaking, the content above promotes a way for people to get rid of misfortune and start life. In the new stage, just like other strange religious groups, this Lucky Mutual Aid Association also seems to be mysterious. At the end of the flyer, the date and location of the recent gathering were marked. The time was tomorrow afternoon, and the location was not in a remote place, but in a building in a busy city.
With curiosity and entanglement, Inuyama Heita finally arrived at the party venue the next day with a flyer...
Then he stood at the door and looked at each other with Qian Xiaoyi.
(End of this chapter)