48 Hours a Day

After searching the clinic, Zhang Heng and Songjia returned to the street, guarding in front of the performer who jumped from the building. Songjia watched the other side a little bit of breath, and her young eyes gradually lost her look, but she could not do anything, and during this period The ambulance has also been missing.

Songjia couldn't bear it, so she made two more calls to the hospital. Unexpectedly, both calls were busy. It was not connected until she dialed a third call, but was told that an ambulance had been dispatched. I can't get here anymore.

The hospital said that this was the ninth call for help in just five minutes. The only ambulance was not enough for a long time, and there are still emergency calls coming in, without exception. It was a suicide, and they may not receive so many calls for help in a month or two. The medical staff and rescue equipment are already insufficient.

The situation at the police station is similar. The police are also confused about the sudden emergence of suicides. They are collecting clues from the citizens through the broadcast. However, so far they have not gained much. Instead, the police officers are a little embarrassed.

"He wants to do it," Zhang Heng said suddenly.

And just after he said these words, the player's heartbeat finally stopped completely, his pupils dilated, and the expression on his face was always frozen at the last moment.

Songjia shuddered, but when she looked at Zhang Heng, she found that the latter had turned over the notebook she found from the player.

Most of them are music scores, but from the other party’s previous performances, he can clearly hear that he has embarked on an extremely rugged artistic road, which is destined to be difficult to gain secular recognition. Zhang Heng has also studied piano. In my eyes, this thing can hardly be called music, because even a beginner who doesn't recognize any staff can play it like this music.

Because the latter is just a random patchwork of all kinds of crazy noises, Zhang Heng glanced at the messy scores and handed the notebook to Songjia who was aside, and asked her, "What else is written on it?"

Songjia took the notebook, but after only reading a few pages, her brows wrinkled. Zhang Heng could see that she was very resistant to the things on it, but even so, she endured the intense discomfort and read the contents. , And even watched it several times in some places.

"The word most mentioned above is "glorious completion". It is a bit like the doomsday judgment in the Bible or the Mayan prophecy. The person who wrote this firmly believes that that day will come, and the world will There is no distinction between good and evil, and no legal, moral and ethical constraints. Everyone is calling for happiness and freedom on the earth, killing each other and enjoying the joy brought by slaughter and destruction." Songjia paused here, " In addition, there are some descriptions of the dreams he has had, but most of the sentences are unclear and the words do not express the meaning."

"Yeah." Zhang Heng nodded, did not say anything, just handed over the invoice, "Look at where this invoice is again?"

"This is a shopping ticket for the supermarket. I know that supermarket is about three kilometers away from us." Songjia answered quickly this time.

"Is this place near the supermarket?" Zhang Heng said while shaking the pen with the cap off the girl's eyes. Songjia saw the pattern engraved on the pen nib and the small characters hidden in it. , Surprised at Zhang Heng's powerful observation.

"This is the abbreviation of Nuuk Art Museum," Songjia took a closer look. "It is also the only private museum on the island. It was built in 2005 and contains a lot of art, not only paintings, but also various Carving is very popular with tourists, but it is only open on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and weekends. What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

Although the player who jumped from the building played the violin like a ghost, he was considered an artist anyway. It is normal for Songjia to visit the art museum for inspiration.

Zhang Heng was noncommittal, "Remember the story Ole told, it was a group of people who attacked Alessia, not one person. They all came from a mysterious group, and since it is a group, there should be a gathering. Place, and Alessia has blood feuds with these people. She must have been tracking their whereabouts over the years. Although her small group has only three people, I believe that the tribe behind them will not provide any help. But there has been no gain, indicating that those people have been hiding well over the years."

"Do you think they will be hidden in the art museum?" Song Jia's eyes widened.

"The art museum is a very smart option, because this group of people seems to have some mental problems more or less, but I don't know whether they become believers because they are more spiritually sensitive, or because they become spiritually sensitive. In short, if it is a collective action, it is still quite conspicuous, but if it is an art gathering, there is no such problem. You said earlier that the art museum is private and was built in 2005?"

"Yes."

"Well, those Inuit people were inexplicably attacked and people died. It is estimated that they will not just let it go. There should be investigations in the follow-up. This group of people should be aware of the danger, so they built this museum. The construction time was just after the last earthquake and the red aurora. In addition, it is open three times a week, and the remaining time can be used for internal gatherings." Zhang Heng said lightly, "So after the doctor left his residence The most likely place to go is also there."

All Songjia mentioned by Zhang Heng also knows, even because she is an aboriginal on the island, she knows more than Zhang Heng, but if it weren't for Zhang Heng to break, Songjia would not be able to disassemble these scattered seemingly unrelated things. Things are pieced together into a complete clue.

In fact, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Songjia would never believe that anyone could do something that only appears in novels and TV dramas, and until this moment did she really believe in the identity of detective Zhang Heng and the latter coming The purpose of Greenland.

However, Songjia couldn’t help hesitating after learning that Dr. Baker might have gone to the Art Museum. There were only two people on their side. According to Zhang Heng, the museum was probably the place where the mysterious small group would gather. Not to mention how many enemies there are, the guards of the museum itself may be enough for them.

Songjia wants to call the police and the police will come forward to deal with it, but they can only tell Zhang Heng's guess.