After searching the clinic, Zhang Heng and Song Jia returned to the street, standing guard in front of the performer who had jumped off the building. Song Jia watched as the man breathed his last, his young eyes gradually losing their luster. There was nothing she could do, and during this period, the ambulance was nowhere to be seen.
Song Jia felt a little sorry for the man, so she called the hospital twice, but both times the line was busy. It wasn't until she called the third time that the ambulance was picked up, only to be told that the ambulance had been sent out, and it couldn't make it here in time.
The hospital said that this was the ninth SOS call they had received in just five minutes. The only ambulance they had was no longer enough, and more emergency calls were coming in. Without exception, all of them were suicides. Usually, they wouldn't receive so many SOS calls in a month or two. The medical staff and rescue equipment were already running out.
The situation at the police station was similar. The police were also confused by the sudden number of suicides. They were collecting clues from the public through the radio, but so far, they hadn't found anything. On the contrary, the police officers were a little overwhelmed.
"He's dying," Zhang Heng suddenly said.
And just as he finished this sentence, the performer's heart finally stopped beating completely. His pupils dilated, and the expression on his face was forever frozen at the last moment.
Song Jia shuddered, but when she looked at Zhang Heng, she found that the latter had already flipped through the notebook he found on the performer's body.
Most of them were music scores, but from the performer's previous performance, it was obvious that he had embarked on an extremely rugged artistic path. It was destined to be difficult for him to gain the recognition of the secular world. Zhang Heng had also learned the piano, but in his eyes, this thing couldn't even be called music. Even a beginner who didn't recognize any staff could play better than this music score.
Because the latter was just a jumble of all kinds of crazy noises, Zhang Heng glanced at the messy music score, then handed the notebook to Song Jia and asked her, "What else is written in it?"
Song Jia took the notebook, but after reading a few pages, she frowned. Zhang Heng could see that she was very resistant to the contents. Even so, she endured the strong discomfort and finished reading the contents. She even read some parts several times.
"The most frequently mentioned word here is something like 'glorious completion'. It's a bit like the Judgement Day in the Bible or the prophecy of the Mayans. The person who wrote this firmly believed that the day would come. At that time, there would be no distinction between good and evil in the world, and there would be no laws, morals, and ethics. Everyone would be happy and free on the earth, killing each other and enjoying the joy brought by slaughter and destruction." Song Jia paused for a moment. "In addition, there are some descriptions of his dreams, but most of them don't make sense and don't convey the meaning."
"Yes." Zhang Heng nodded and did not say anything. He then handed the receipt over. "Take a look at this receipt. Where is it?"
"This is the receipt from the supermarket. I know that supermarket. It's about three kilometers away from us." This time, Song Jia answered very quickly.
"Is this place also near that supermarket?" Zhang Heng asked as he shook the pen in front of the girl. Song Jia saw the patterns engraved on the pen's nib and the small words hidden in it. She was surprised by Zhang Heng's strong observation skills.
"This is the abbreviation of the Nuuk Art Museum," Song Jia said after taking a closer look. "It is also the only private museum on the island. It was built in 2005, and it has a collection of art. Not only are there paintings, but there are also various sculptures. It is very popular with tourists, but it is only open on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and weekends. Why? Is there a problem?"
Although the violinist played the violin like a ghost, he was still an artist. In Song Jia's opinion, it was normal for him to visit an art museum for inspiration. Zhang Heng was noncommittal. "Do you remember the story Ole told?
"Do you remember the story that Ole told you? It was a group of people who attacked Alesia, not just one person. They all came from a mysterious group, and since it was a group, there should be a place for them to gather. Alesia has a blood feud with these people, and she must have been tracking them down all these years. Although there are only three of them in her small group, I believe the tribe behind them must have provided them with some help. However, they have not found anything, which means that these people have been hiding very well all these years."
"You think they are hiding in an art museum?" Song Jia's eyes widened.
"The art museum is a very smart choice because this group of people more or less have some mental problems. I just don't know if it's because they are mentally sensitive that they became believers, or if it's because they became believers. In short, if they move together, it will be quite conspicuous. But if it's an art gathering, there won't be such a problem. You said that the art museum is private, and it was built in 2005?"
"That's right."
"Well, those Inuit were attacked inexplicably, and some of them died. I don't think they will let it go so easily. There should be follow-up investigations, and this group of people must have sensed danger. That's why they built this museum. If we take into account the time it was built, it happened to be after the earthquake and the red aurora. Besides, it is open three times a week, and the rest of the time can be used for internal gatherings," Zhang Heng said. "So, after the doctor leaves his residence, he will most likely go there."
Song Jia knew all that Zhang Heng said. In fact, because she was a native of the island, she knew more than Zhang Heng. If Zhang Heng didn't point it out, Song Jia wouldn't have been able to piece these scattered and seemingly unrelated things together into a complete clue.
In fact, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Song Jia wouldn't have believed that someone could do something that only appeared in novels and TV dramas. It wasn't until this moment that she truly believed Detective Zhang Heng's identity and why he came to Greenland.
However, after learning that Dr. Baker was likely to go to the art museum, Song Jia couldn't help but hesitate. There were only two of them on their side, and according to Zhang Heng, the museum was likely a gathering place for the mysterious small group. Putting aside the number of enemies inside, the museum's guards alone would be enough to give them a headache.
Song Jia wanted to call the police and let the police deal with it, but the only thing they could do was to rely on Zhang Heng's speculation.
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