Chapter 58 Part III, Section 59: Cicadas on the Eighth Day (59)

Sarai Mimi rarely talked about the experience of the members.I haven't worked with Yami, but I've met him a few times over dinner.She always replied loudly with a smile, she seemed like a careless girl. "Why not return the minor to the parents for the time being?" "That can't be done. For those who come here to ask for help, Master Angel doesn't want us to drive them away just because we are afraid of causing trouble. You should know the way best?" Saying that, Sarai fixedly stared at me.My heart skipped a beat.The sunlight from the window illuminated the outline of Sarai, and I hurriedly avoided her.You should know best—I can't judge what she meant by saying this.Seeing that I was silent, Sarai continued:

"If this continues, it may become a little tricky. Maybe the police will intervene, or come in and search. However, we have not done anything bad. You who live here should understand this. As Shaku said, people They were not kidnapped by us, nor were we robbed of the money. There is nothing to be afraid of being investigated, but I am afraid that not all people who live here are like this." I raised my head and looked at Sarai standing in the sunlight.She looked straight at me. This man knows everything, I'm sure.She knows who I am, who Kaoru is, and why I gave up a huge sum of money to stay here.Sarai looked at me and smiled.

"Some people come here to avoid violent husbands. Some people come here without divorce and bring their children. Even if they are not minors, there are many people who don't want their families to know their whereabouts. It is hard for us here to get rid of the men. It’s the boring bondage of a woman. If the police intervene, they may have to be taken back to be women. Therefore, we hope to make the big things as small as possible.” Sarai said here slowly, “But today can It's hot." She said slowly, leaning out of the window. the phone is ringing.Sarai urged with her eyes, and I hurriedly put the microphone to my ear.On the other end of the phone, I heard the name of a weekly magazine that I had heard about. The other party immediately launched a barrage of questions, interrogating the number of people living here, the ratio of men to women, the number of children, the name and age of the person in charge, the purpose of the doctrine, and whether it is registered as a religion. legal person.I looked down at the handbook and read the article that diverted the other party's question: We are not a religious corporation, but fellow enthusiasts gathered for the research and development of natural food and pesticide-free vegetables. The wish to make things that are really beneficial to the human body is purely based on the will of the person involved, and you may as well regard us as a large-scale farming family... The man on the phone saw me reading the manual alone, so he called again Take my word for it and ask tough questions about how many years we have been in existence, the increase and decrease in the number of believers, the number of children in residence, how to preach to minors, etc.

I know what to do now.You can't be caught by the other party's aggressive tactics, you can't speak harshly, and you can't try to persuade the other party. You just need to be polite and tactful to invest in your feelings, and mechanically repeat the pre-prepared rhetoric.I learned this way during the week of studying in the company and answering the phone in the customer complaint handling room.Although it was ten years ago, I clearly recall the days when I repeated the same words on the phone.Yeah?That's terribly sorry, on our side... I choose my words as calmly and carefully as I did ten years ago.Maybe I'm desperate because I want to keep the police from getting involved more than anyone here.

In the afternoon, it was lively again outside.From the room on the third floor, you can see outside the wall, there are about ten men and women holding up plastic signs with their daughter's name and "Prison Group" in big characters, shouting "Return my daughter" and "Let me see her" one by one through a loudspeaker. a glance".Today is also mixed with the voice of "return my money". "It's troublesome if the voice is heard." Sarai said as she closed the window tightly.Seeing the room temperature rising gradually, I answered the phone sweating.The content of the call is almost the same.I mechanically continued to read the manual text.Can this really avoid police intervention?