When Song Jia walked through the entrance of the art museum and saw the scene inside, she almost lost her balance.
Although she did not work in the art field, she had visited this place with her classmates several times during her free time. Because of its rich collection and unique architectural style, this art museum had always been very popular with tourists. She liked it very much.
She did not expect to see this holy land of art had turned into a bloody slaughterhouse. Corpses were everywhere, and blood and brain matter were splattered everywhere. Many works of art were destroyed. Oil paintings worth more than a million dollars had fallen to the ground, and sculptures had been smashed into pieces …
The only people still standing in the entire exhibition hall on the first floor were Ole and Alicia. They supported each other and slowly moved towards the stairs.
"This … did you guys kill all these people?"
Song Jia was taken aback. She answered Zhang Heng's call and rushed in from the outside. For the time being, she had no idea what had happened inside. When she saw the scene in front of her, she thought that the two Inuits had killed everyone here. After all, they looked like they had just fought a bloody battle.
However, Alicia shook her head and said, "No, they were all killed by your … uh, employer. We didn't help much. He saved us. He and the owner of this museum are now on the second floor. Let's go up together."
"Oh, okay, okay."
Song Jia carefully avoided the pool of blood on the ground, then followed Ole and Song Jia up the stairs to the curator's office on the second floor.
The door was not locked. Song Jia saw a crippled man sitting on a sofa, while Zhang Heng sat behind the desk, writing something on a piece of parchment with blood. When he saw Song Jia coming in, he nodded at her. "You came at the right time. Help me translate. I want to have a good chat with Mr. Satchus."
Zhang Heng pointed at the man on the sofa as he spoke.
The latter probably knew that it was impossible for him to escape, so he calmed down and smiled at the girl when he saw Song Jia looking at him. It had to be said that he had not been the owner of the museum for more than a decade for nothing. His smile looked quite elegant and gentle.
However, Song Jia ignored him. Instead, she pulled Zhang Heng aside and asked hurriedly, "What the hell is going on? Who are those people down there? Why did you kill them? Oh my god, how many people did you kill this time?"
"Thirty-seven, but I was just defending myself and saving people," Zhang Heng said.
"The police won't believe that you killed 37 people in self-defense." Song Jia said anxiously. "Are you crazy? Do you know how much trouble this will bring you?"
"Relax. As long as we keep our mouths shut, I don't think the police will care about this," Zhang Heng said calmly.
"How is that possible? Even if we didn't say anything, it's impossible for the police to not notice 37 people going missing."
"Ordinary people are like that, but this group of people is different. They obviously belong to some mysterious cult. I'm afraid the police don't even know about their existence," Zhang Heng said.
"How did you know?"
"I was about to confirm with their commander."
"Where is he?"
"The one on the sofa."
Song Jia turned her gaze back to the crippled man on the sofa. She took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and said to Zhang Heng, "I will translate for you one last time. You don't know what you want to do, but it's too dangerous to be with you. We've only known each other for less than half a day, and we've already fought two battles in a row. And I've seen more corpses than I've seen in my entire life. I don't know what will happen if I stay with you. Don't worry, I broke the contract first. I don't want my salary anymore."
Zhang Heng was noncommittal. "You translate for me this time, and we'll talk about it later."
Song Jia didn't say anything when she heard what Zhang Heng said. She walked back to the crippled man.
The latter raised his eyebrows and asked with interest, "Are you done discussing? So, what are you going to do with me? "
"I'm just a translator," Song Jia said, "I don't want to get involved in your messy business."
"Unfortunately," the crippled man rubbed his chin, "I'm afraid you're going to get involved whether you want to or not. In fact, no one on this island can escape."
"You don't have to threaten me. I'm not in charge of your fate anyway," Song Jia said. "First question, who are you people?"
The crippled man was about to answer, but Song Jia interrupted him again. "Let me remind you, you'd better tell the truth. If you lie, we'll know immediately, and you'll suffer unnecessarily."
"Is it because of this ring?" The crippled man raised his right hand. When Zhang Heng entered the door, he put a copper ring on it. After that, Zhang Heng cut his arm to draw some blood. "You're not with the two Inuits, right? I know a little about shamanism, and as far as I know, they don't have such means."
"Just … answer the questions honestly. Don't ask any more questions," Song Jia warned again. "Interesting.
I didn't expect a remote place like Greenland to be so lively one day, "the crippled man murmured, then leaned back on the sofa." Ask away. I'm already in your hands anyway. Of course, I'll cooperate with you. But I advise you not to expect too much from me. For some reason, I don't have much information. All these years, I've been avoiding further contact with those fanatics. "
"Why?"
"Because we live on an island called ignorance, surrounded by a vast black ocean. Some of us brave people have set sail to explore the mysteries of the world. The results they've achieved have promoted the development of human civilization. However, one day, when those isolated scientific knowledge are pieced together, the most terrifying truth of the world will be revealed."
"What truth?"
"We should never know, because it will bring endless fear and madness," the crippled man said solemnly. The crippled man said solemnly. He didn't look like he was joking, even though the words coming out of his mouth sounded ridiculous.
After a pause, he added, "I'm different from those fanatics downstairs, but it's because of this that I've had a hard time over the years. I'm really advising you. If you don't want to end up like me, you should leave this place while it's still possible."
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