I play prophet in Salvation Organization

Chapter 105 Today's Meal at Director Wang's House (4k)

"welcome."

At the door, Wang Wei was wearing an apron, looking expressionlessly at Bering who was knocking on the door.

At this moment, Bering was holding a bottle of liquor in his hand, the outer packaging was a box, and a flamboyant purple bow tie was tied on the box.

Poking his head out from behind the bottle, Bering smiled and said, "Good evening, Ju Wang."

"I happened to be in Xiaoxing Village today, and I went to the next city to buy a bottle of good wine before I came back. I'm not late, are I?"

Wang Wei was taking the bottle of wine from Bering's hand, and after weighing it for a while, he said to Bering, "I'm not late, take off your shoes before entering the door."

As he spoke, he carefully carried the wine into the kitchen.

Wang Wei really likes to drink.

Or to be more precise, this guy likes to smoke, stay up late, and work out in addition to drinking.He has a fairly regular life and rest schedule on weekdays. He wakes up in the morning to exercise, checks in at the countermeasure bureau in the morning, handles affairs in the morning and afternoon, eats in the cafeteria in the evening, and sleeps in bed late at night.

It seems that these things must be supplemented with tobacco and alcohol. If he doesn't take two sips or two sips, it will be difficult for him to cheer up.

It has to be said that living such a bad lifestyle every day is not dead yet, Wang Weizheng is indeed a strong man.

Finding a pair of shoes from the porch, Bering took off his boots and stepped into slippers.

He walked towards the living room.

Wang Weizheng's home is not too big, and the decoration style is a bit rough - he has almost no extra decorations, even the tables and chairs are made of durable logs, otherwise it can be called "simplified".

This is true throughout the house, and even more so in individual rooms.

Walking to Wang Weizheng's living room, Bai Ling saw at a glance the large gray sofa placed in the center of the living room, and the TV hanging on the wall facing the sofa.

At this moment, someone was lying on the sofa playing with a mobile phone. After hearing the sound of footsteps, that person raised his head and glanced at this side: "Uncle, is your friend here..."

However, he hasn't finished speaking yet, the words seem to be choked in his throat, and he can't speak for a long time.

Looking at the speechless young man, Bering raised his eyebrows slightly.

interesting.

It turned out to be an "acquaintance".

Sitting on the sofa next to him, Bering smiled and shook his head, thinking in his heart: 'The world is really small. '

The two people who thought they had no connection at first, did not expect to be connected by a new bond.

With such thoughts in mind, Bering nodded slightly towards that side, and said with a light smile, "Good evening."

The young man stared blankly at Bering.

After watching it for a while, it was as if a fire was burning under his buttocks, and he jumped up from the sofa!

He didn't even bother to wear slippers, he crossed the living room and the hallway, and sprinted all the way to the kitchen where Wang Weizheng was currently staying.

Bering could vaguely hear the young man's anxious voice: "Uncle, uncle! That friend of yours, that friend of yours...!"

In the kitchen, Wang Weizheng's movements of chopping vegetables are freehand and upright, as easy as he has been cutting off the heads of alien species with a knife for a long time. With a slight shake of his wrist, the monsters and vegetable roots were picked off intact .

While cutting vegetables, Wang Weizheng said calmly, "What's the rush?"

"He is one of the people who came to our house for dinner today," Wang Weizheng said, "Go and get him a cup of tea."

This is not a question of whether to pour tea or not!

The young man was anxious like an ant on a hot pot: "Uncle! He, he... Hey!"

He sighed heavily, then took a teacup from the side like an appointment, sprinkled some tea leaves and added some hot water, and walked out of the kitchen tremblingly holding the hot tea.

Standing beside Bering, the young man said stiffly, "First... please use it, wait a moment, my uncle will be fine soon..."

Taking the teacup from the other party's hand, Bering said with a smile: "Don't be so cautious, it's not the first time we've met."

"To be honest, the last time we met was half a month ago," Bering said, "Are you right, Wang Guangyao?"

The young man's body trembled slightly when his name was called.

He couldn't help but think of the collapse of the world view that he experienced in the abandoned hospital more than half a month ago, which was almost a nightmare.

At that time, he didn't know at all that there were such strange monsters in this world, as well as demonic people who could scare people just by looking at them.

Half a month ago, he was just the president of the general association of Chenfeng University, and after half a month, he is already an insider who understands the dark side of the world!
Taking a sip of green tea, Bai Ling thought thoughtfully: "Wang Guangyao is Wang Weizheng's nephew?" '

This has not been recorded in the diary.

That's right, after all, after Wang Weizheng died, there were no other outstanding talents in their family.Moreover, in order to protect Wang Weizheng's relatives, his family members would definitely not make a big report, so it is normal for Bering not to know.

However, how to say.

Seeing someone whom he hadn't seen for more than half a month reappear in front of him, still makes people a little surprised.

And it seems that Wang Weizheng hasn't told Wang Guangyao about his occupation?

Thinking of this, the corners of Bering's mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly.

It always feels interesting.

At this moment, the doorbell rang again.

Outside the door, Qi Guang's voice was particularly prominent: "Wang Weizheng, we are here, open the door quickly!"

His voice is loud and loud, and annoying.

It's like thousands of ducks quacking in your ears, and stepping on your pants with their flippers every time they call, filling your pants with duck droppings.

Wang Weizheng, who was cooking, turned dark all over.

He poked his head out of the kitchen and said to Wang Guangyao, "Go and open the door!"

Wang Guangyao was eager to slip away from Bering, so he hurried to the door and opened it for people outside.

As soon as the door opened, Qi Guang glanced at Wang Guangyao, thought for a while and said, "Oh, it's Guangyao."

Wang Guangyao was also slightly taken aback: "Brother Qi Guang? Are you here for dinner today?"

Hearing this, Qi Guang curled his lips: "Yes, because a troublesome guy came to your house today."

"Forget it, let's not talk about these, Qianqiu, you push me in first."

After finishing the words, the person standing behind Qi Guang who helped him press the handle of the wheelchair nodded.

Bering who heard the voice looked back.

Then he saw a petite and thin girl holding Qi Guang's wheelchair with both hands, as if she didn't use much force, she just "hugged" Qi Guang in such a relaxed and freehand way.

Just talking about the size of the wheelchair is almost a head bigger than that girl.Coupled with Qi Guang still sitting on it, in terms of visual impact, a small girl hugging a wheelchair person sideways has more impact than Lin Bi lifting Ding Yan into the artificial lake with one hand!
Obviously, Wang Guangyao was fooled.

He stared blankly at the girl who took Qi Guang in, changed her shoes, pushed the wheelchair and walked to the living room.

As soon as he arrived at the living room, Qi Guang saw Bai Ling.

"Tsk."

There was an unusually loud smacking sound from Qi Guang's mouth.

But even so, he let the girl push her wheelchair next to Bering's sofa and put her hands on the armrest of the sofa.

Sitting on the sofa, Bai Ling tilted his head to look at Qi Guang: "Good evening, Ju Qi."

"Good evening, but it's not very good," Qi Guang said angrily, "The list you gave me today is really abstract. If it weren't for the fact that the first few names were reliable, I would have thought Are you messing with me on purpose?"

"Semi-official organizations like 'Secret Practitioners' are okay, but the 'Linghuamen' and 'Jing'an Temple' religious groups that usually advocate seclusion and seclusion, and don't involve grievances in the world, have you all joined them? "

Faced with this question, Bering just smiled and said, "Hiding the world? No, in the future when the mist clears and things will come to fruition, these monks who uphold their hearts will be the most active type."

"Because they are worried that the true meaning of their cultivation will be distorted by some invisible force. After all, no one wants to see their patriarch crawling out of the grave with thoughts completely opposite to their own. So compared , they are more aggressive towards aliens."

After hearing Bai Ling's answer, Qi Guang just sighed: "Although that's what you said..."

But that is also in the future.

Now everyone feels that the threat of alien species is not too great, especially the stubbornness of those religions.

Only after three months, when the clues of monsters can no longer be concealed, and the frequency of appearances is getting higher and higher, will they try to enter the world.

Now they probably still hold the thinking of the older generation, thinking that hiding in the mountains and forests is the real detachment.

Thinking of this, Qi Guang lost his interest: "Forget it, I don't need to ask you for these things. If I can't handle such things well, I think my brain probably can't support my work."

At this moment, the girl from before suddenly popped a head.

She held a water glass in both hands, and there was clear water in the quilt, which looked like a mirror reflecting the top of the glass.

Holding the water glass, the girl brought the water glass straight to Qi Guang with both hands, with a calm expression.

Bering could clearly sense the lack of requisite agility in her gray eyes.

It's like... a robot.

Looking at the girl holding a cup of water to bring him water, Qi Guang sighed, stretched out his hand and touched the girl's head: "Very good, very good."

The girl's hair was messed up by Qi Guang's slightly rough movements, but she didn't say anything, instead she squinted her eyes, looking like she was enjoying herself.

Watching the interaction between the two, Bering said, "This is..."

Withdrawing his hand and taking the water glass from the girl's hand, Qi Guang said, "Han Qianqiu, a poor little girl. She was sold when she was a child, and the buyer is a foreign species."

Bering nodded slightly upon hearing these words.

He hardly needed to think too much before he could guess what was going on in this story.

Although there are indeed alien species that are friendly to humans in this world, such as "web spinners", how to put it, the survivor effect cannot be taken seriously.

Most of the alien species are still cruel and brutal monsters to humans.

When telling the girl's story, Qi Guang was not interested in making jokes, and his expression was a little tired: "By the time we found her, she had already had a serious mental problem. So far, few people are willing to talk to her about it." She communicates with other people, and she doesn't have many friends. However, she has a good relationship with me."

As he said that, Qi Guang shook his head: "I think it's because I was... angry that day. In a rage, I killed the person who bought her. The method was cruel, and the blood splashed on the four walls."

"Perhaps because Qianqiu saw me slashing that beast with my hands, this kid is very clingy to me."

As he spoke, Qi Guang patted Han Qianqiu's head and took a sip of water.

After drinking it, he almost spit it out: "Hey, tap water..."

He muttered: "Drinking tap water will crush your intestines..."

After spitting the water aside, Qi Guang said nonchalantly, "By the way, there are still some issues about the joint military exercise. I still have something to explain to you."

With that said, he handed the water glass to Bering.

When handing over the water glass, Qi Guang's movements were very natural, without any hesitation at all, as if this thing should be enjoyed by Bering in the first place.

However, Bering just looked at him with squinted eyes and smiled.

Qi Guang, who failed to get any benefits, had to put the cup aside: "As for the joint military exercise, I don't know if you understand it or not. However, even if you understand it, I need to emphasize it a little bit. This is my duty. It's also a rule."

"As the teacher accompanying you, you may lead a team. However, for the sake of safety and fairness, there should be no people you are familiar with in the team you lead. Your job is to protect those students, and then if special circumstances arise , then you have to deal with it too."

After speaking, Qi Guang changed his words again: "Of course, there is a high probability that there will be no 'unexpected' occurrences for you."

He paused for a moment, and then said: "In addition, the instructor has the obligation to score. Your score will be one of the results of the final team. How should I put it, it doesn't mean much, after all, you are just grading A small piece of standard."

"There are still some requirements, and I will tell you in half a month. This year's session is quite special, so there will be many new entries. Remember to read them all by then, so that nothing goes wrong."

Facing Qi Guang's serious reminder, Bai Ling also nodded slightly.

Since he had agreed to set out as a teacher before, he should follow the rules that these teachers should abide by.

Nodding his head, Qi Guang patted the handle of the wheelchair: "Wang Weizheng is here!"

"Hurry up and cook, I'm going to starve to death!"

Listening to these words, Wang Weizheng just came out of the kitchen.

"Understood," Director Wang sighed, "It's ready and ready to serve."

(End of this chapter)