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 understand the tactics of attacking the heart.

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

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

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

Now, I know three people who are of great significance to Rachel. One is Nelson, the second is Rachel's mother, and the third is what Rachel calls a mentor.

It is really love, hate, love, hatred, and all kinds of feelings, intertwined.

Why!

I sighed in my heart.

But in front of me, I didn't receive any favors because Rachel was Nelson's daughter.

Before, I could have gone up to the second floor of this Big House, and it was very comfortable to force people to "stay up". But now, I have to be imprisoned like a prisoner, with Rachel in the basement.

Nelson got enough fire.

Sitting there, gasping for a while.

Rachel glared at him with a hatred and pulled my hand. We were carried to the basement like a pair of heroic righteous men.

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

There are different small rooms in the basement.

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 and bang! He closed the thick iron door.

I looked around.

There are three extremely simple camp beds in this room, with several sets of very new blankets piled up on the bed, in addition to a desk, two bookcases, and piles of booklets on the cabinet.

Turn left, a door is pushed open, inside is a seated toilet, a washbasin, and a mirror.

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

Rachel hugged her arms and looked around her. She said coldly: "This is Nelson's confessional room, look here..."

After saying that, she led me to the bookcase and opened a closed cabinet door.

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

Speaking of this cross, I need to mention it.

There are n types of crosses in the West. One is short on the top and long on the bottom. The other is the regular cross, which represents the Father and the Son of Jesus. The other is the inverted cross, which is short on the bottom and long on the top. That refers to the naughty Satan classmate. Others, like Celtic crosses, etc., have gone too much.

The one in the cabinet belongs to the unique cross of the Rose Cross.

In addition, we must correct it. The cross does not have much relationship with Christianity. The cross already existed before Christ, Jesus, and God appeared.

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

It represents the sun!

In American dramas, vampire comrades hate the cross, but actually does not hate Jesus, what he hates is the sun!

Rachel pointed to the cross in the cabinet and said, "Nelson has a habit of pulling a few people when he feels so guilty inside, accompany him, and go to the basement, or somewhere else to confess."

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

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

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

Rachel, hugged her arms, raised her head, and bit her teeth at me.

I feel that if I were not her idol, this little girl would have to come up and pk her.

"No! Physiologically, I am indeed his daughter! Yes, I came to this world because of him. But emotionally, I have never regarded him as my father for a day."

When we talk about this.

Rachel was in tears.

She twisted her head stubbornly, reached out and wiped the tears clean.

I didn't ask again.

It is obvious that 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 is just waiting for time to explain everything slowly.

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

Sit for a while.

I suddenly felt a hot exhalation in front of me.

My eyes open.

Rachel was coming over with a face, opening her curious eyes and looking at me.

"Sir, are you meditating?"

I smiled, "Yes, meditating."

"Sir, can you teach me meditation in Oriental Way?"

I thought about it: "Ok..."

I asked Rachel to take off her shoes and sit on another bed, and then, I told her to just cross her legs and keep her upper body straight. Then, focus on one thing. It is natural!

Before these, we need to calm down. How to calm down is counting breaths.

Focus on breathing first and calm down. This is the first step. The second step is to understand nature. The flow of air, the chirping of small insects, the changes around them, etc.

The development of all things and situations is something that can be escaped by law. The purpose of meditation is to allow the body and mind to merge with this invisible law and invisible force.

Rachel asked, "Sir, what is that rule and power?"

I smiled and replied: "Tell me!"

Rachel: "Then is this meditation a process of learning Tao?"

I said, "Yes, you can feel the power of Tao when you feel, air, nature, all things, steel, soil, sand, etc. The moment you see it, you can feel the power of Tao. And in the process of calming down your mind and understanding, you will gradually merge with Tao, thereby improving your ability to distinguish and judge affairs and phenomena."

Rachel got it.

At this time, I realized that there was a blatant monitoring probe in the room and above the door, and there was also a microphone for collecting sounds on the edge of the probe.

I ignored it and continued to preach to Rachel.

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

Rachel: “Is the Tao God?”

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

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

Rachel nodded slowly, and then, she learned what I was like, closed her eyes, and began Eastern Meditation.

I meditate, too.

Half an hour later.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming from outside the door.

Not long after, the door opened.

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

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

I stopped her.

The father and daughter will be more irrational than the other when they meet.

I was really worried that Rachel would do something irrational and impulsive when she saw his father. So it was really a good idea to let her stay in this hut.

Rachel listened to me very much.

She followed my arrangements and did not take any 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 escorted the security office to the end of the second floor and he opened the door.

I flashed in.

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

Around the house, there are rows of large bookcases that are all up to the roof, and the cabinets are filled with all kinds of books. There is a large workbench in the center of the house, and there are table lamps, computers, laptops, books, materials, documents, etc. on the table...

When I came in, Nelson wore a white shirt, held a magnifying glass in his forehand, and looked at a stone intently.

This time, his attitude seemed very calm and he had no morning temper at all.
To be continued...