Ole and Alicia's hearts sank when they saw the pool of blood.
The two of them tried to convince themselves that Ali was still fine. The pool of blood belonged to someone else, and it might have come from the person who attacked him. However, the location of the pool of blood was exactly where Ali was sitting, and there were marks left by a sharp weapon on his seat. Coupled with the fact that Ali's whereabouts were unknown, and he had not contacted them until now, Ole and Alicia knew that their companion was most likely dead.
Zhang Heng followed them to the van and checked the scene. "Well, the blood didn't come from one wound. The victim was stabbed at least twenty times. Throughout the process, his body kept twisting to avoid the attacks. That's why there are knife marks on the seat. This also shows that the assailant wasn't very skilled. However, it seems that the victim's movements were restricted. At the very least, his hands and feet were tied up. That's why he couldn't avoid the attack."
"He … is he still alive?" Song Jia could not help but ask when she heard Zhang Heng's words.
"It's impossible. With the amount of blood, even if he wasn't stabbed in the vital parts, there's no way to save him," Zhang Heng said.
Song Jia's expression darkened when she heard that. She then saw Zhang Heng looking into the distance, so she asked again, "What's wrong?"
"I'm worried that something might have happened to Dr. Baker," Zhang Heng said. "Olay and Alesia said that they were watching Dr. Baker's residence to protect him. Now, they mistook us for some evil spirit's apostles and followed us all the way here. Now, no one is watching Dr. Baker's place anymore."
Song Jia was shocked. She only met Ole and the other two today, especially Ali. She only met him once in the bar. Although she was sad to hear that he might have been killed, she didn't think too much about it. As for Dr. Baker, she had known him since she was a child, and they had met many times. Song Jia couldn't help but worry about him. "Let's go to his clinic."
"Okay."
Song Jia then looked at Ole and Alicia and asked if they wanted to go with her. The two Inuit shook their heads. Ole then said, "We told someone to send the holy relic here. Ali is in trouble, and we have to ensure the safety of the holy relic. I'm sorry, we really can't take care of Dr. Baker, but I've already talked to the teacher and asked the tribe to send more people to help. When the time comes, we'll go look for Ali together. If we have extra people, we'll help you."
Ole clenched his fists as he spoke. It was obvious that he and Alesia had suffered quite a blow. Ali was one of the three of them and was also their closest friend. After realizing that Ali might have been killed, they couldn't wait to find the murderer and seek revenge.
However, even the hot-tempered Ole didn't act recklessly at this moment because they knew that the safety of the holy relics was more important, especially when they realized that someone might have their eyes on them.
"Well, let's change our contact numbers first," Song Jia suggested.
She and Ole exchanged phone numbers in a hurry, then jogged all the way to the off-road vehicle. But when she ran to the front of the car, she found that Zhang Heng was already in it. This time, he was sitting in the driver's seat.
"Let me drive this time. We can get there faster," Zhang Heng said.
"Oh, okay." Song Jia was startled, but she didn't say anything. She opened the door on the other side.
After that, Zhang Heng started the car, and the off-road vehicle roared and sped into the street. As the speed continued to increase, Song Jia not only fastened her seatbelt, but she also reached out to grab the handrail on the roof. She even forgot to ask the question that she wanted to ask earlier. All she could see was the scenery on both sides moving faster and faster, and her ears were filled with the howling wind.
In less than three minutes, the two arrived in front of Dr. Baker's clinic. Before they got out of the car, they saw that the clinic's previously closed door was now wide open. This seemed to confirm Zhang Heng's guess.
He pulled out the pistol at his waist and said to Song Jia, "Follow me later."
Zhang Heng initially wanted Song Jia to stay in the car, but when he thought about what happened to Ali, he decided to bring Song Jia with him. However, he asked Song Jia to put some distance between him and Zhang Heng, and the two entered Dr. Baker's clinic one after another.
Not long ago, they came here. At that time, Song Jia felt that the atmosphere here was a little depressing. And now, the depressing feeling was even stronger. There were medicine bottles scattered everywhere on the ground, and the medicine cabinet was empty. The table and sofa were also overturned. The most eye-catching and disturbing thing was the line of red scribbles on the wall. It seemed that someone cut their finger and wrote it with blood.
Zhang Heng glanced at it. It was a very simple sentence, and it was written in English. So, he didn't need Song Jia to translate it for him.
— — It's here!
"What is it?" Song Jia asked. As soon as her voice trailed off, she heard violin music coming from upstairs.
It was just that the sound did not form a musical score at all. The performer had simply and crudely pieced the messy noises together. It was like someone scratching a blackboard with chalk. A few simple notes could bring about a strong physiological discomfort.
Zhang Heng didn't answer Song Jia's question. Instead, he followed the violin music upstairs and saw a stooped figure in Dr. Baker's bedroom.
The man was sitting on a chair with his back to them, so Zhang Heng couldn't see his face. However, he was sure that it wasn't Dr. Baker. Judging by the way he dressed, he looked more like a wandering musician who performed on the streets, wandering in the ocean of music with his beloved violin.
Listening to his performance, it wasn't difficult for Song Jia to understand why he would wander the streets. To be honest, calling this a performance was blasphemy. The girl felt that her brain was going to explode if she continued to listen. Besides, she was eager to find out Dr. Baker's whereabouts. "Hello," she said.
Unfortunately, the violinist in the room seemed to be completely immersed in his performance, unable to hear anything else. Song Jia had no choice but to raise her volume and knock on the door. This time, the person on the other side of the door finally responded.
The performer put down the violin in his hand and turned around.
Only then did Song Jia realize that the man was younger than she had imagined. He looked like he was in his early twenties, but because of his slovenly appearance and haggard appearance, he looked a little older. His eyes, however, shone with a strange fanaticism.
"Who are you? Why are you at Dr. Baker's place?" Song Jia asked.
The man didn't answer her. Instead, he spoke in a low, hoarse voice.
"Fengru, Magnav, Cthulhu, L 'yleh, Uganagar, Fortan."
After saying this, he turned around and jumped out of the window.
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