Driving himself until he was worn out, and finally worried about accomplished Paula, Hank called an ambulance, but it turned out to be a false alarm. I went to the area and cured him completely on the PSI drive.
Once again soliciting Paula, who exposed Saint Germain's sins to the sun, as the New York Branch Manager of the secret society "Heavenly Lighting," he was half-received and half-rejected.
I struggled so hard just to remove the sickness of my home, the city, but I would die if I fought the darkness of the world.
He was dying in a battle on a 'city' scale. A battle on a 'world' scale will kill you instantly.
You were absolutely right and there was no sound of goo. Saint Germain was too strong, but that's true.
Again and again, the secret society is for sending a tense dramatic youth. I can't ask Paula for more than that because there was too much tension and she was about to die from it.
Paula, on the other hand, embraced and understood the power of the organization throughout the battle against Saint-Germain, so the branch manager took office. In the future, if anyone wakes up to psychic abilities in the neighborhood, they can also assume the role of mentor. Because I understand the existence of darkness in the world, he also nodded at the arrangement to lend a hand in case of emergency.
Instead, Tianzhao will provide financial support, arrange agents, and pay for PSI drives made by Zhongshan Tech.
In other words, as it has always been, Paula will continue to be a dear neighbor to New York peace. It's just a story with the title and backup of the head of the Tianzhao branch of the secret society.
Paula, who asked for a coffee set with her on the open cafe terrace on the holiday, filled the details with confidence and peeled off both skin and skin compared to just three months ago.
I'm not a sad girl who leaned over and avoided people anymore and was just going back and forth between school and home.
Thus, the secret society, Tianzhao New York Edition, received a large circle.
Overwhelming!
As many skilled cops in the United States do, Roger Smith was also losing faith in human goodness.
When I was assigned as a new American cop, I initially dreamed of the glorious duty of hunting down criminals and defeating bad guys, but the reality was different. Arbitrating a couple fights, pulling drunks and sending them home, throwing them into the hospital listening to the disjointed excuses of drug addicts?
No matter how much I tell myself that it's because I'm dealing with all the criminals, my mind shrinks. Any time a criminal falls into a cop and tries to trick or kill him. The same thing is repeated immediately, even if there is a rare, revamped wind. Even those who are loving it on the surface will come at me upside down after wearing it a little bit.
To cops exposed to malice and exhausted both physically and mentally, citizens to protect strip their fangs instead of turning their gratitude and praise. Do it. We don't have enough patrols. We must be spending taxes.
For the most part, after five years of service, my enthusiasm for my job disappears, and after ten years, if I only had money, I would quit my job like this. I resent myself for being sensitive to professional lies and looking at the slightest fallacy of my family overlapping it with a foolish excuse for criminals to roll out.
Even a loving family becomes incredible.
Roger is no exception at all.
My wife said that it would have been nice for anyone to marry a cop whose income had stabilized when she was deeply intoxicated after she got married, and love had completely woken up. Without my son and daughter, we would be apart.
The son and daughter also seemed to think only of him as Uncle Trouble, who preached every time he looked at his father.
Isn't it natural to harshly scold my daughter for playing with the knife she took out of the kitchen?
Isn't it natural to preach to your pulled son and take the time to teach him how to be right as a person?
Are you being too hard on yourself?
Are you still a "cold man without love"?
As such, Roger, who was depressed every day, was attracted to the Wisdom of the Moon, a secret society that glorified "A Bright Future Through Psychic Development," and sank a long time ago.
It was a secret society that my colleagues invited me into, but it was clean and open for the sake of the 'secret' society. It is about senior executives who hide their faces and identities and engage in clandestine and covert activities.
The great mentor John Saint-Germain, the head of the Moon's wisdom, was a tremendous masterpiece, and Roger was impressed every time he attended the lecture. He was charismatic in attracting people strongly with every word and every movement. The content of the speech was reasonable, and it was a comforting feeling of quiet enthusiasm and resolute determination.
Follow him, and if you cooperate with him, America will always be better. I had the power to make you think so.
I felt comfortable with the members of the same secret society. There was a sense of fellowship that all people of different ages and professions belonged to the same Order. Going out for drinks outside the Order's activities, going to sports games, and Roger's gloomy life changed bright.
It changed brightly and fell again.
At first I enjoyed and carried out a little enigmatic task for the secret society, and my heart was pounding with pride that I was responsible for part of some major operation, but the task gradually turned radically into something of a law frenzy.
This was already too late when I realized it was a bad idea and tried to pull myself back. At some point Roger held the position of prison guard to capture the enemies of the Moon's Wisdom.
Roger told himself desperately. The prisoners you're watching, no matter how good they look, no matter how innocent they claim to be, are criminals. He said he was just a bad guy taking care of decency and words for our cuteness. Just like all the others I've ever seen.
Roger, a serious man, was loyal to his duties no matter how anxious and suspicious he was. I wanted to get out of my hand, I didn't like it, but I couldn't get out of my hand and put it on my face.
One tiny man who was about to be crushed by the anguish of his life was an ostensibly honest cop and that's why he was asked to take a crime prevention course at Dares School. A future young man will be taught about crime prevention by an officer in the community.
Without any intention or pride, it was even a course conducted with a sense of nothingness and duty.
But one kind received there changed Roger's life.
The assassin (Assassin), sent by the Moon Wisdom to kill the backcutter, came to Roger Smith's home with dignity as a friend. His wife, who had become the end member of the Moon's Wisdom for the purpose of discounting beauty products, welcomed him into the house without any doubt.
Knowing nothing about the dark circumstances behind her, the wife lovingly offered a tea contract and picked up the child at school.
As soon as the third party disappeared, so did the gentle smile that the assassin (Assassin) was carrying.
Thought I'd take a break, but I'm saved by the TV I stumbled on.
What a live screen in which the archdeacon Saint Germain called himself to those who intended to repent, including whistleblowing.
The assassin (Assassin) watched until the end of the broadcast so that he could eat in, then left without doing anything, whining and crying.
One hair at a time. Roger saved me.
Roger found out that Paula Port and the bouncer had done it. He defeated Saint-Germain and made him so thoroughly revamp that he confessed his sins himself.
Then Roger's life changed again.
Suspicious but generally favourably received by New York citizens, the Moon's Wise (and Raincoat Inc.) overnight became the object of contempt and persecution. So much so that the police had to protect some executives in order to protect them from excessive sanctions by runaway righteous men. The Moon Wisdom was also eating inside the police force, making the conversation more difficult...
Roger was also silent about the circumstances behind it, but he didn't hide anything at all about being the wisdom of the moon itself. My neighbor, who had been close to me until the other day, stopped listening to me, and when I saw him, he ran away frightened as if he had come across a murderer.
Enduring a troublesome week changed the media's wind direction and made it easier.
Another cut was required because the masses got tired of the news of tailoring the Moon Wisdom into a nest of bad guys (which is not true).
Launched as its new axis was the argument that "the wisdom of the moon also had factions, and it was the extremists who were working evil, and the moderates were rather trying to stop it".
Strangely, this new discourse instantly gained overwhelming support based on numerous credible testimonies and evidence, and quickly turned the old "All the Wise Men of the Moon remain and the Bad Men" theory into a relic of the past.
It is true that the lower organization of the Moon's Wisdom is an ordinary man who knows nothing, and it is the upper echelons who were doing evil in secret. In that sense, it is not wrong to say that "the wisdom of the moon has factions".
But even though it is a time of full SNS that is prone to heavy epidemics, the switchover is sudden and too perfect. I want to suspect some kind of inducement or conspiracy.
Saint Germain himself, the archdeacon at the beginning of the event, had also affirmed the polarization within the wisdom of the moon in prison and issued a special statement regretting his powerlessness.
If Saint-Germain had kept his mouth shut in the first place, there would have been no outrage at all. Saint Germain's claim that he is not the leader of evil is certain persuasive.
Soon, public opinion was switching from the perception that "Saint Germain is the root of all evils" to the perception that "Saint Germain was trying to stop the rampage of the organization but lacked strength".
Roger, who was a party, was also confused.
I believed that Saint Germain was the absolute evil, but I don't recall Saint Germain clearly instructing me to take part in the evil directly. All he had to do at any time was expect, anticipate, and talk about ideas. Does that mean that the surroundings, including myself, were distracting or distorting themselves?
No matter how much I thought or looked into it, the truth seemed to be Kasumi, slipping through my hands and disappearing.
Whatever it is, Saint-Germain has the stern fact that he confesses his sins from his own mouth. There won't be a bottomless man like a magician out of jail any time soon.
Leaving aside the fact that the truth that should be clear has creepy begun to blur, you may first rejoice that peace has returned to New York.
Roger's personal life also changed in a good direction.
Roger, who originally went by as an honest and serious police officer, was considered to be a "Lightside Moon Wisdom" on his own. The neighbors became friendly again and the kids bragged about the cool police officer's dad who was undercover in the Evil Secret Society at school.
Paula Port, rather her companion, the bouncer, was also lit up and admired, causing a huge boom.
Where people's help in New York City has been rumored for a long time, a rescue play in a raincoat pre-major accident fire was featured live nationwide and the topic boiled down.
Video analysis revealed that this divinely adorable girl was clearly exerting self-repair abilities and an unlikely physical engineering power, and when it was determined that she was a psychic, the goods store took her into business one after the other.
Closer neighbors who worked in Japan and were less exposed than BG (Burning Girl) and TL (Time Lady) were better off in New York every day with a small amount of human help.
The VR avatar, supposedly her roots, also became famous, and the meeher age girls all cosplay bouncers and imitate coordination. Fluorescent pink hair conditioners and purple color contacts slipped into the apparel store.
It's not cute with a caution stick (bouncer), and her avatar name, pinky, has been called more often.
Roger's daughter was also an avid fan of pinky. Whatever he said, he was cute and couldn't wait to be a real superhero using his psychic powers. Until last month, she said that BG (Burning Girl) dolls were good for Christmas presents, which is a lying transfer.
And it's a holiday.
Roger hasn't been out shopping with the kids in a long time.
I promised my daughter some pinky goodies at the big hobby shop and my son a new set of LEGOs.
While waiting for the signal, his daughter laughs joyfully and hangs on his father's arm, while his son plays with his hand pulling out the hoodie strings sloppily. Roger thanked Paula for the happiness of honestly enjoying her trivial routine.
That's when I cheered.
Looking back, a bouncer who appeared out of nowhere was talking to a young man on pizza delivery. To see how it goes, apparently the delivery bike broke and got stuck.
The bouncer waved to the audience and waved his affection before receiving notes and a pizza case from the frightening young man, who ran away at a fierce speed.
I'm sure it wasn't her fault that she winked at Roger in the blink of an eye.
We haven't exchanged anything since then. But there was something that only the two of us could understand. Roger was smiling naturally.
I comfort my daughter, who hurriedly grabs the pen and paper out of her porch and stands up.
"Don't be depressed, I'll see you again. You can ask for an autograph then, can't you?
"Really? Can I see you again?
"Yeah. Because she's a dear neighbor in New York."