San Francisco, in an unremarkable house.


    In the eyes of the neighbors, this was a smallpany that could be seen everywhere, but they didn''t know exactly what thepany did. They only knew that it was an old-fashioned tradingpany. Every day, there were boring-looking middle-aged men in suits and carrying handbags who went to work and got to work on time. The receptionist girl hired at the front desk was not very beautiful. Even the old interior decoration of thepany was no different from that of the 90s, which was not interesting.


    In short, in San Francisco, next to Silicon Valley, in this era of information sweeping across everything, it was a miracle that such apany was still struggling on itsst legs.


    The nearby roamers seemed to realize that there were more taxi or private cars parked in front of thepany today than usual. A few unfamiliar faces who had never been in the vicinity got out of the car and walked into thepany with serious expressions.


    But in fact, in San Francisco, where the poption mobility is high, no one will be a busybody, even more so for the roamers. They only care about where to have dinner and if there are any charity organizations that will distribute food for free.


    Another car stopped at thepany''s entrance.


    Father yang got out of the car in a suit and looked around a few times. He saw an old homeless man with unkempt hair and a dirty face basking in the sun next to thepany. From time to time, he would put his hand into his clothes to rub mud.


    He took out a ten-dor bill from his pocket and ced it at the Tramp''s feet.


    "Thank you, good-hearted person! May God bless you!" The homeless man grinned and quickly put the money into his pocket. He felt that his luck in this ce had run out, so he got up and nned to change ces. Of course, it was best to buy some breakfast with this bill first, or go to a Chinese or Vietnamese shop to get a haircut.


    Father yang was about to walk into thepany when he suddenly remembered something. He took out another ten-dor bill, lowered his head and asked,""Can I ask you a few questions?"


    The homeless man''s eyes lit up as he stared at the money, revealing his mouth that was missing a few teeth. He chuckled. "I''ll tell you everything I know, Sir. "


    "Recently, have any homeless people like you joined any suspicious organizations?" Father yang asked.


    The Tramp was stunned for a moment."A suspicious organization? Ah, you mean like the Institute of cosmic information?"


    He observed father Yang''s expression and knew that he had guessed right.


    "There are a lot of new tramps. I know a young man who was sunbathing here with me the day before yesterday. He disappeared yesterday. I heard that he went with those people because they gave out free food stamps, nkets, and new shoes ... God can testify that it''s been really cold these few nights! But let me tell you, Sir, I''ve been in this city for many years and I''ve seen everything. I told him not to go. Nothing is really free. No matter what you want, you have to pay the corresponding price. For example, your $10 can be exchanged for myplete knowledge. " The homeless man mumbled, his words leaking due to hisck of teeth.


    Father yang looked at the pair of leather shoes on the Tramp''s left foot, which revealed his thumb."I didn''t ask you for anything from the previous ten dors."


    "I''m grateful, and at the same time, I''ve satisfied your conscience." The Tramp smiled smugly."Not all the things you pay can be seen and touched."


    Father yang did notment and asked again,""Do you know where they went?"


    "The north and east. I heard that those people built houses in the forest. As long as they want to live, they can live there. But I don''t believe that no one in this world is willing to pay so much just to satisfy their conscience. I told that kid that those people might be gathering the homeless to do some kind of experiment. I mean drug experiment, you know? "Some pharmaceuticalpanies often put up s in universities to recruit university students who are willing to participate in drug experiments. The pay is very high. After all, they have to swallow some suspicious pills. However, if they use tramps for experiments, as long as they give a few worthless food stamps, the cheapest thin nket, and a pair of old leather shoes that may have been worn by people, a lot of tramps will fight to be white mice ..."


    In order to prove his worth, the vagrant talked a lot of nonsense.


    "Even if homeless people like us go missing, no one will care, and no one will call the police. We are the best candidates to beb rats, aren''t we? Or rather, I think the mayor will be happy to see us disappear. Maybe the mayor is in cahoots with those people!"


    Father yang frowned. The vagrant was getting more and more outrageous. It was simply a wild guess, but one thing was right. In the secr world, nothing was really free.


    "It''s yours. " He handed the 10 dors to the homeless man.


    The Tramp took it. "I won''t thank you this time. I''ve already paid the price for it."


    Father yang smiled slightly, tidied his clothes, and walked into thepany.


    The homeless man wondered how he was going to use this huge sum of money. Should he get a haircut and fill his stomach, or should he wait until night to go to the remote red-light district and find the cheapest female illegal immigrant to satisfy his physiological needs that he had been holding back for so long? Although 20 dors could only get him to have sex with an old, ugly woman with rotten teeth, he had not been in contact with women for a long time, so there was nothing to be picky about.


    Thinking of this, he couldn''t help but hum a popr song from more than a decade ago, and the way he walked was like a Wall Street billionaire.


    Father yang went to the front desk of thepany, and the female receptionist, who was not beautiful but had a very dignified temperament, handed him his passport. Thetterpared the photo on the passport with his face, and after verifying his identity, handed him a maic card.


    He picked up the card and walked into the elevator. There was no one else in the elevator. He waved the card in the sensor area, and B2, which usually did not light up, lit up.


    The elevator didn''t go up to thepany''s office area. Instead, it went down.


    Ding! Ding!


    The elevator stopped on the B2 floor and the door opened.


    What appeared in front of father yang was not an underground parking lot or warehouse, but a spacious office that looked quite old.


    Several gray-robed men sat around the long oval table.


    Father Yang''s appearance did not surprise them. They just nced at him and did not speak.


    He nodded at them and sat on the only empty chair.


    The oldest man in a gray robe slowly stood up, a shining cross hanging on his chest, and his eyes were as bright as the cross. He nced at the crowd and said,""Everyone, evil has descended upon this city. The people and animals we protect are suffering. Let us activate the ancient seal and wipe out the heretics."