"How did you manage to open this museum?" Song Jia continued to ask.
"Those fanatics had a conflict with an Inuit tribe in the north because of something. The Inuit began to search for them, and they had no choice but to split up. However, they still needed a place to gather, and it was convenient for them to hold their rituals regularly. So, I built this art museum with the fifty million that Mr. Time gave me.
"In order not to arouse suspicion, I even changed my name and lived in seclusion. In addition, there are also rich people among the fanatics. Two of them are collectors, and there is even an internationally famous artist. He has a good relationship with the British royal family, and Queen Elizabeth has conferred him a lord. They have also donated a lot of money and art. That is why my art museum can grow to its current scale," Satchus said truthfully.
"You said you use this place as a place for gatherings and sacrifices?" Song Jia was concerned about another issue.
Satchus knew what she wanted to ask and sighed. "In order to prevent myself from falling further into madness and completely losing my rationality, I have been trying my best to reduce my contact with those fanatics. I haven't really participated in their rituals. However, yes, I know what you want to ask. Their rituals basically choose sacrifices. Sometimes, they choose from their own people, but most of the time, they choose ordinary people outside. However, because they are afraid of being discovered, they rarely make a move on the residents of the island. Usually, they target tourists who come here to play and people who stay here illegally. Most of them are criminals who are wanted by Interpol and have fled here to avoid the limelight."
"And you have been secretly helping and protecting them all these years?"
"As I said, I had no choice. In order to survive, I even had to kill my old friend with my own hands." Satchus's face did not even blush when he said this, which made the girl extremely angry. "How do I know that you did not deliberately make up such a story after killing Dr. Baker to shirk your responsibility? After all, the things you said are too bizarre, and now that everyone is dead, no one can prove it except you. "
"Just take it that I'm talking nonsense when I'm drunk. I hope that's the case too." Surprisingly, Satchus didn't refute him.
Just then, he saw Zhang Heng open his wallet, take out a photo, and place it on the coffee table in front of him.
Zhang Heng did not ask Song Jia to translate because it was not a complicated sentence. He asked in English, "Is this a photo of your expedition team?"
Sagus lowered his head and looked at the photo on the coffee table. His expression suddenly changed, and he cried out involuntarily, "Who are you?"
The fact that Zhang Heng called him by this name, which he had not used for a long time, made his heart skip a beat. Now, Zhang Heng took out a group photo of the expedition team. Sartus remembered very clearly that the photo was taken with a Kodak camera, and only six photos were developed at that time. In other words, very few people in the expedition team had this photo.
"You work for Mr. Time?" Satchus blurted out subconsciously. The reason he made such a guess was that only Mr. Sam had the negative, and the probability of the photo coming from him was the highest. But soon, he seemed to have thought of something, and his entire body shrank back.
Song Jia did not expect a grown man to be this terrified, especially considering that he had just killed his old friend of almost twenty years and allowed the group of fanatics to carry out evil rituals right under his nose. There must have been hundreds of victims in the past ten years. And now, tears and snot were flowing down the face of such a ruthless man. The facial features on his face were completely twisted because of fear.
He stared at Zhang Heng with wide eyes, and it took him a lot of effort to squeeze out a sentence that made Song Jia feel a little baffled. "It's … it's you?!"
Song Jia could even hear the sound of Satchus's teeth chattering against each other. However, Zhang Heng did not seem to want to explain anything. After getting the answer he wanted to know, he silently took back the photo on the table and put it in his wallet. He then nodded to Song Jia. "I have asked all the questions I wanted to ask."
"I'm sorry. Can I ask him a few questions?"
The person who spoke was Alicia. She, Ole, and Song Jia came to the second floor together. Probably because Zhang Heng had just saved their lives, their attitude was a lot more respectful and polite compared to when they first met.
Even though both of them looked a little anxious and had a lot of questions to ask Satchus, the two Inuit teenagers had been staying at the side ever since they came up. They didn't say a word, as if they were two masses of air. However, they did listen to Satchus's somewhat bizarre and bizarre story. During that period, Ole and Alesia opened their mouths several times, but they swallowed the words that were about to come out of their mouths. It was not until Zhang Heng finished asking his questions that they opened their mouths again.
"Go ahead," Zhang Heng said after Song Jia translated it for him.
Upon hearing that, Alicia hurriedly walked up to Satchus, took a deep breath, and asked, "Where is Hans?"
However, Satchus seemed to be scared out of his wits by Zhang Heng. After hearing Alicia's question, he did not respond at all. Alicia did not hesitate to take out the skinning knife that Ole gave her and placed it on Satchus's neck.
Even though the blade had cut through Satchus's skin, he did not seem to notice it at all.
Ole frowned, "No way. Did he really become a fool?" He grabbed Satchus's collar and lifted him up from the sofa, looking rather indignant.
"What do you want to ask?" Song Jia could not help but ask when she saw the anxious look on the two Inuit's faces.
"We were tricked by our own people. Otherwise, we wouldn't be in such a sorry state. We almost lost our lives. And that guy even hid the holy relic," Ole said bitterly. Ole said hatefully, "To think that I spoke up for Hans and said that he would never betray us. I didn't expect him to be such a person. He even forgot about his father and brother's vengeance and fell into mixing with his enemies."
"The situation is still uncertain now. We can't jump to conclusions so early," Alicia, who had suspected Hans before, said.
"What's there to be uncertain about? Now, among Nuk's people, Ali is dead. You and I were attacked. The only person who has the ability to leave a mark is Hans," Ole said angrily. "He has obviously turned to those fanatics, but I don't know how long it has been. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have let people take the holy relic out of the tribe. Otherwise, this wouldn't have happened."
"It's not your fault. We all agreed to do that." Alicia suddenly paused when she said that.
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