The next morning, Lynch spotted the chairman of the Conservative Party committee in a park off Bupain Circle.

He was sitting on a park bench like an ordinary old man, holding a paper bag of bread in his hand.

From time to time, he took out some bread crumbs from the paper bag and threw them on the ground in front of him.

In the open space in front of him, many gray pigeons had already gathered.

The pigeons will follow the crumbs he throws

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