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Now, if you go through the whole incident from beginning to end, you will find that Lei Laoxie asked me to cooperate with Rachel, which is a very clever strategy.

Westerners also know how to attack the mind.

This is what Lei Laoxie used. This time, he played a family card.

There is no doubt that Rachel is Nelson's daughter.

But, whether it is an illegitimate daughter or something else, I don't know.

Now, I know three people who mean a lot to Rachel.One is, Nelson, and the second is Rachel's mother.The third is what Rachel called a mentor.

It's really love and hatred, all kinds of emotions, intricately intertwined.

Hey!

I sigh inwardly.

But right now, I haven't received any preferential treatment because Rachel is Nelson's daughter.

Before, I could have gone up to the second floor of this big mansion, where I could be forced to "stay away" comfortably.But now, I have to be locked up in the basement with Rachel like a prisoner.

Nelson had enough fire.

Sitting there, gasping for breath.

Rachel glared at him bitterly, and took my hand, and we were dragged to the basement like a pair of martyrs who died bravely.

Mr. Nelson's basement is a large storage room filled with labeled, vacuum-sealed boxes.

The basement has different small rooms.

Two security guards took us to a room at the end, opened the door, and pushed us in.

"There is a bathroom and a bed inside. As for eating, it depends on Mr. Nelson's mood." The security guard grinned, bang!A heavy iron door was closed.

I look around.

There are three extremely simple camp beds in this room, and several new sets of blankets are stacked on the beds. In addition, there is a writing desk, two bookcases, and piles of books are placed on the cabinets.

Turn left, a door opens, and inside is a toilet, a washbasin, and a mirror.

The house is very simple, its purpose is not very clear.

Rachel crossed her arms, looked around, and said coldly, "This is Nelson's confessional, look here..."

Having spoken, she led me to the bookcase, and opened a closed door.

A fifty centimeter long cross with roses inlaid in the middle suddenly appeared inside.

Speaking of this cross, I need to mention it.

There are n types of crosses in the West, one is short at the top and long at the bottom, and that is a straight cross, which represents the Heavenly Father and the Holy Son Jesus.The other is an inverted cross, which means the bottom side is short and the top side is long.That, refers to the mischievous classmate Satan.Others, such as Celtic crosses, etc., there are too many.

And the one in the cabinet belongs to the unique cross of the Rosicrucian Society.

In addition, one point needs to be corrected, the cross has little to do with Christianity.Before Christ, Jesus, etc. Gods appeared, the cross existed.

In a more sense, it is a symbolic character that circulates in the world. (So, don’t think of religion when you mention the cross. Strictly speaking, it appeared n years earlier than religion.)

It represents the sun!

In American dramas, comrade vampires hate the cross, but they don’t actually hate Jesus. What he hates is the sun!

Rachel pointed to the cross in the cabinet and said: "Nelson has a habit, when he feels a strong sense of guilt, he will drag a few people to accompany him to the basement or other places to confess. "

Speaking of this, Rachel sneered: "The devil's confession."

I shook my head, sat down on the bed, and then leaned on it in a comfortable position.

"He's your father, isn't he?"

Rachel folded her arms, raised her head, and gritted her teeth at me.

I feel that if I hadn't been her idol, this little girl would have to come up and PK with me.

"No! Physically, I am indeed his daughter! Yes, I came into this world because of him. But emotionally, I have not regarded him as a father for a day."

When it comes to this.

Rachel was in tears.

She twisted her head stubbornly, stretched out her hand, and wiped away the tears.

I never asked again.

Apparently, Rachel is Nelson's illegitimate daughter.In addition, there are many stories that have to be told between Rachel's current father, Nelson and Rachel's mother.

This, just wait for time, to explain everything slowly.

I took off my shoes, sat comfortably on the bed, crossed my legs, and meditated like an oriental wise man.

Sit for a while.

I suddenly felt a hot breath in front of me.

I open my eyes.

Rachel, who was coming over with a cheeky face, opened a pair of curious eyes and looked at me.

"Sir, are you meditating?"

I smiled: "Yes, I am meditating."

"Sir, can you teach me Eastern meditation?"

I thought about it: "ok."

I made Rachel take off her shoes and sit on the other bed, and then I told her to just cross her legs and keep her upper body straight.Then, focus on one thing.It's natural!

But before these, we need to calm down, how to be quiet, the answer is to count breaths.

Focus on breathing first, calm down, this is the first step.The second step is to understand nature.Feel the flow of air, the chirping of bugs, the changes around you, and so on for a while.

Everything and the development of the situation are things that can be escaped according to the law. The purpose of meditation is to let the body and mind merge with this invisible law and invisible force.

Rachel asked: "Sir, what is the law, the power?"

I smiled and replied: "Dao!"

Rachel: "So this meditation is the process of learning the Tao?"

I said: "Yes, comprehension, air, nature, all things, steel, soil, sand, etc., you can experience the power of Tao from every moment you see. And you are comprehending During the process, you will gradually merge with the Tao, thereby improving your ability to distinguish and judge things and phenomena."

Rachel got it.

At this time, I realized that there was a blatant surveillance probe above the door in the room, and beside the probe, there was a microphone used to collect sound.

I ignored it and continued preaching to Rachel.

"No one knows what the shape of Tao is, what its attributes are. All we can know is that it created everything, including the universe, and even different universes, etc., all of which are created by Tao. Transformation, creation."

Rachel: "Is Tao God?"

I shook my head: "Tao is not a creature, not a species, but a kind of power. In this world, there is nature first, and then there is Tao..."

I said again: "But the true meaning of Tao cannot be clearly described in words. This is something that can only be felt, not expressed in words."

Rachel nodded slowly, and then, following my example, she closed her eyes and began to meditate in an oriental way.

I also meditate.

After half an hour.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps outside the door.

Not long after, the door opened.

A security guard stood at the door, smiled at me, and said, "Mr. Nelson, I would like to invite Mr. J to the study upstairs. As for Miss Rachel, you should stay here."

Rachel gritted her teeth, moved her body, and wanted to put on her shoes...

I stopped her.

The father and daughter pinch each other when they meet.Meet each other, one is more irrational than the other.

I was really worried that Rachel would do something irrational and impulsive after meeting his father.Therefore, it is really a good idea to let her stay in this hut.

Rachel listens to me very well.

She obeyed my arrangement and took no further action.

I got up, followed the security guard, went out, left the basement, and went up to the second floor step by step.

I was escorted to the end of the second floor by the security station, and he opened the door.

I dodged in.

What a big study, and this layout is what I dream of.

All around, there are rows of large bookcases reaching to the ceiling, and the cabinets are filled with all kinds of books.In the center of the house, there is a large workbench, on which are placed desk lamps, computers, laptops, books, materials, documents, etc...

When I came in, Nelson was wearing a white shirt and was holding a magnifying glass, looking intently at a stone.

This time, his attitude was very peaceful, and he didn't have the violent temper he had in the morning at all.

He waved his hand and motioned for me to sit down.

I pulled out a large swivel chair next to the workbench and sat on it.

"Would you like something to drink? But here I only have tea, no coffee."

I said: "Tea."

Nelson reached out and brought a large glass teapot from not far away, which was filled with wine-red tea liquid.

"There's the cup." Nelson waved his hand.

I took a cup, poured a cup of tea, and tasted it.

It's Pu'er cooked tea.

At this time, Nelson put down the reading glasses in his hand, put the stone forward and said, "This hard basalt cost me a full $[-]. Can you see any difference?"

I pick up the stone.

I looked carefully, and suddenly, I saw a strange thing on the edge of the stone, which was deeply embedded in the stone, and it itself had a very clear outline.

This thing is actually an arrow!

Well made, Arrowhead.

Nelson: "My researchers tell me that this arrowhead and this stone have been on Earth for over 3000 million years."

I smiled and said, "Prehistoric civilization."

Nelson nodded, but suddenly became angry: "But those damn biologists, scientists, have repeatedly denied this thing. Moreover, their denial attitude has reached the point of shamelessness. You know, I hold this stone , went to visit a professor at Harvard, and did I hear an answer?"

"Oh, this is a good imitation, oh, there must be mistakes in your dating algorithm, oh..."

At the end, Nelson bitterly said: "Darwin is a scum! That idiot only knew when he was dying that his theory of evolution was a self-justified rhetoric. However, he dared not publicly deny all of this!"

At this point Nelson lifted his cup, took a swig of his tea and said, "Listen, J! I don't like you very much, you fellow. Yes, I hate Orientals, I really do. But There is no way, since God let me meet you, then we should let go of our prejudices, and then sit down and have a good talk."

I smile.

Nelson said: "I want to hear your plan, how to get rid of Gu and that x!"