The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 8 The Visible Boy (7)

Because the other party politely and coldly rejected him, Inuyama Heita could not find any reason to intervene in the matter. He could only tell himself in his heart that things might develop in a good direction. Even if he intervened, he would not be able to solve it. So it was not that he stood idly by, but that he was powerless.

But he knew in his heart that this was just wishful thinking. It was difficult for people who fell into that kind of quagmire to have a good ending. Those religious groups would often squeeze out the last bit of value from people before letting go.

As the impulse brought by the half-price bento slowly faded, Inuyama Heita's heart began to slowly lean towards self-preservation, just like everyone else, just being indifferent to such things. But a few days later, Suzuki did not come to school, which still made Inuyama Heita feel a little uneasy.

Just when Inuyama Heita was about to put those things behind him, trouble came uninvited and found him.

On this day, in a building outside the mountain.

"Inuyama, table 13, please take your order."

"Go right away!"

The Chinese restaurant "Yanwailou" was still very busy. Inuyama Heita was a little overwhelmed. He came to table number 13 with the menu, picked up a pen, lowered his head and asked, "What would you like to order?"

"One serving of mapo tofu, one serving of Tianjin rice, and besides, what a coincidence, Inuyama-kun."

That inexplicably familiar hypocritical voice sounded, and Inuyama Heita suddenly raised his head, only to find that the person in front of him was 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 for the person in front of him at all.

"Hey, hey, hey, at least I ordered a meal, so I'm a customer." Matsui said with a smile: "Is this the way this restaurant treats guests?"

Inuyama Heita said sarcastically, "Guest, you are joking. If you just want to order food, we are of course very welcome, but this is not a maid cafe, so if you don't have anything to do, please don't chat with the waiter. As you can see, I have many other guests to entertain." If the other party just happened to meet him while eating here, it would be fine, but if not...

Sure enough, what Inuyama Heita was worried about happened. Matsui looked at him with a half-smile and said, "How heartless, Heita-kun. It seems that you have a deep prejudice against me. I came here specifically for you."

"We are not that familiar with each other. How did you know I was here? And why did you come to find me?" Inuyama Heita asked a series of questions. He looked tough on the surface, but he was a little flustered in his heart: Could it be that the other party's religious group is actually very powerful? That's why they were able to find his identity so quickly? But why did they come to find him? Was it to retaliate against him for ruining their good fortune?
"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 that is illegal." Matsui said calmly: "The takeaway box in the bag in your hand that night had the logo of this store on it. You can find out with a quick check. As for why we are looking for you... Of course it's 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. Inuyama Heita could even hear the innocent laughter of a child who was close to him. Although it was in a crowded restaurant, the sound was extremely clear and chilling.

Inuyama Heita pretended to be calm and acted dumb: "Sir, I don't understand what you are saying. Is there anything I need?"

"German philosopher Nietzsche once said: When you stare into the abyss, the abyss also stares into you." Matsui said calmly: "To put it more simply, Inuyama, the moment you noticed this child, the child also knew that you could see him, so let's put aside the temptations in the middle and be direct. We need your talents, come to us, there, your talents can be brought into play, instead of working here to support your studies. As far as I know, your life should be very difficult, by the way, this is what Miss 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 famous part-time worker in school. Everyone knew that his financial situation was not very good, and it was normal for Suzuki to know, but the problem was...

"What did you do to her?" Inuyama Heita frowned: "Explain it to me clearly, or I will call the police!"

Matsui said with a smile: "I have already said that we will not do anything that is not in compliance with the law. It's just that after our active communication, she gradually understood our philosophy. We have never done anything to restrict personal freedom."

"Then why has she been..."

"Inuyama, what are you doing there? Is this the time to chat with the guests?" Just as he was about to continue asking, a scolding came from not far away. The manager was looking at Inuyama Heita with dissatisfaction, as if blaming him for being lazy.

"Haha, it seems I picked the wrong time." Inuyama Heita saw Matsui take a folded flyer from the pale little hand that stretched out from his arms with understanding, and then handed it to him: "How about this, Heita-kun, there will be a meeting of our mutual aid association tomorrow afternoon, and Miss Suzuki will also be there. Why not make a decision after attending our meeting. Go and get busy, don't forget my mapo tofu and Tianjin rice. Oh, and by the way, it's not easy to eat here once, so order a portion of shrimp dumplings to take away, the child also wants to try it."

Another string of silver bell-like laughter rang in his ears, giving Inuyama Heita goose bumps on his arms. But under the gaze of his manager, he resisted the urge to turn around and leave, and started working as usual. The noisy voices made him feel a little relieved. After a while, he pulled himself away from the busy work, and when he looked over there, the suit man Matsui had disappeared, apparently he had finished eating and left.

"Lucky Mutual Aid Society..." Inuyama Heita took out the flyer from his pocket and read the content carefully. In general, the content was about helping people get rid of misfortune and start a new stage in life. Just like other strange religious groups, this Lucky Mutual Aid Society also seemed mysterious. At the end of the flyer, the date and location of the next gathering were marked. The time was tomorrow afternoon, and the location was not in a remote place, but in a building in the downtown area.

With curiosity and entanglement, Inuyama Heita finally came to the party venue with flyers the next day...

Then he stood at the door and looked at Qian Xiaoyi.

(End of this chapter)