The performer soared in the sky like a big bird.
Except for one thing, he seemed to have forgotten that he didn't really have wings like a bird. His body stayed in the air for less than half a second before he fell to the ground under the influence of gravity.
To make matters worse, his head hit the ground first. The top of his head made direct contact with the asphalt road, and Song Jia vaguely heard the sound of his cervical vertebrae breaking. When the two went downstairs and saw the performer, they found that he was about to die.
Song Jia called the emergency services. She still had a lot of questions to ask him, such as where did this guy come from, why was he in Dr. Baker's room, where did Dr. Baker go, and what did he mean before he jumped off the building?
Song Jia felt like she was now trapped in a big net. Ever since she picked up Zhang Heng at the airport, strange things happened one after another. First, it involved the shamans of the Inuit tribe in the north, and now it seemed that another group of even stranger people had appeared … In just a few minutes, she had come into close contact with death twice.
Especially the second time, the performer jumped off the building right in front of her. The distance between them was very close, and she watched helplessly as the man ended his life with his own hands. What made her feel very uneasy was that in the last moments of his life, there was a hint of a smile on the corner of the man's mouth, as if death was an incomparably easy thing for him.
Song Jia couldn't help but shiver. She looked up at the strange red aurora in the sky and remembered the story Ole told her before. Could it be that every time this red aurora appeared, it would bring disaster and death?
Song Jia had always been an atheist, but at this moment, she really felt that there was something indescribable controlling everything in the unseen world.
"What should we do now? Go to the police station?" the girl asked.
"I'm afraid the police can't handle this kind of thing," Zhang Heng said.
In fact, Song Jia knew this even without Zhang Heng saying anything. The police force in Greenland had always been inadequate. On one hand, it was because of insufficient financial allocation, and on the other hand, it was because the crime rate here was relatively low compared to other places.
After all, there were not many residents on the island, and most of them knew each other. If they committed a crime, there was nowhere for them to run. As for the Inuit tribes in the north, they were basically autonomous. If there were any problems, the tribal leaders and shamans would naturally solve it.
In this case, even if the police were to intervene, they would only conclude that the performer had committed suicide. As for Dr. Becker's whereabouts, he had been missing for less than an hour, so the police would not immediately send someone to investigate.
In addition, the police would probably find it hard to believe that a group of strange believers had suddenly barged into the doctor's house and kidnapped him without any explanation. Even if they were to investigate the case, they would probably follow the old rules and start with Dr. Beck's interpersonal relationships. They would find out if he had any grudges or quarrels with anyone recently. Then, they would look into Dr. Beck's life and try to find a breakthrough from some trivial matters.
However, the opponent they were facing this time was not an ordinary person.
Fortunately, Song Jia knew that there was still one person she could count on. She turned her head and looked at Zhang Heng. Although so many things had happened, the latter was as calm as ever. The only thing that changed was when he heard the inexplicable words from the performer.
Zhang Heng felt that the sentence was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before. He asked Song Jia what it meant, but the translator told him that the sentence was neither Greenlandic nor Danish. She even wondered if the sentence had any practical meaning, or if it was just the sleep talk of a deranged person.
But Zhang Heng knew that the sentence, which did not seem to belong to any existing language, was indeed meaningful.
In the palace of R 'yleh, Cthulhu was waiting for it to awaken.
Just when Zhang Heng heard the crazy performer speak in a low, hoarse tone, a voice that did not belong to this world, this sentence also emerged from the bottom of his heart. Zhang Heng couldn't find its source, and he wasn't sure if it came from a book or video he had read.
In fact, it seemed to have been quietly staying somewhere in his heart, and it suddenly jumped out at this moment.
"Fengru — Magnav — Cthulhu — R 'yleh — Uganagar — Fortan."
This sentence was like a key, unlocking something in his body. Zhang Heng remembered his previous dreams. In the Chernobyl quest, he tried to sink his consciousness to resist the pain caused by the radiation disease. At the end of his sinking journey, he saw a huge underwater palace and the dark shadow in the palace.
Was that Cthulhu and its palace, R 'yleh? Why did it appear in his dream? What did it have to do with the seaside town he went to in his previous dream? And the underwater ruins on Yonaguni Island. Were those half-human, half-frogfish monsters also Cthulhu's believers?
Zhang Heng had a lot of questions in his mind, but when he noticed that Song Jia was looking at him, he temporarily retracted his thoughts and focused on what was happening at the moment.
Before the ambulance arrived, Zhang Heng rushed to the fallen performer's side. The latter's face was as pale as Dr. Baker's, and he could see that he had been suffering from insomnia recently. The dark circles under his eyes were very obvious.
At this moment, his neck was broken, but he had not completely breathed his last. He should be in great pain right now, but there was no pain in his eyes. Instead, there was a strange joy and a hint of relief.
Zhang Heng believed that if the performer could speak now, he would most likely tell Song Jia not to waste her energy to save him. He had obtained what he had always longed for, and that was eternal peace.
Zhang Heng then squatted down beside the performer. Before the ambulance arrived, he searched the performer's clothes and took away his mobile phone and wallet. He also found a small notebook, a supermarket receipt, and a fine-looking pen.
During this period, Song Jia seemed a little nervous, and she kept looking around. Fortunately, it was very late at night, and the population of Greenland was not that large. Hence, not many people passed by this place. After Zhang Heng was done stealing, he returned to the doctor's clinic and walked around.
Song Jia did not know what Zhang Heng was looking at. She only knew that he stopped at several different places for a while. After that, he raised his head and raised his eyebrows.
"Dr. Baker, he left on his own."
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