48 Hours a Day

When Songjia walked into the gate of the Art Museum and saw the scene inside, she almost couldn't stand firm.

Although she is not engaged in art work, she has visited here several times with her classmates when she is free. This art museum has always been popular with tourists because of its rich collection and unique architectural style. She also likes it.

But I didn’t expect to come in again this time, but this art sanctuary has become a bloody slaughterhouse. There are corpses everywhere on the ground, blood and brain splatter everywhere, and many artworks have been destroyed, worth over 100 Wan's oil painting just fell to the ground, and the sculpture became fragments...

In the entire exhibition hall on the first floor, the people who can still stand are Ole and Alessia. They are supporting each other and moving slowly toward the position of the stairs.

"This... you killed these people?"

Songjia was taken aback. She answered Zhang Heng’s call and hurried in from the outside. For the time being, it’s not clear what happened inside. Seeing this scene, she thought that the people here were all caught by two people. The Inuit killed them, after all, they looked like they had just fought a bloody battle.

However, Alicia shook her head and said, "No, everyone is yours... Uh, the employer killed it. We didn't actually help. He saved us. He and the owner of this museum are now in two. Let's go upstairs together."

"Oh, good, good."

Songjia carefully avoided a pool of blood on the ground, and then followed Ole and Songjia up the stairs to the curator's office on the second floor.

The door was not locked there. Songjia saw a lame man sitting on a sofa, while Zhang Heng was sitting behind the desk writing something on the parchment with blood. Seeing Songjia walk in, he nodded at her. You came just right. Help me to translate. I want to have a good chat with Mr. Sarchus."

While talking, Zhang Heng pointed to the man on the sofa.

The latter probably knew that he was impossible to escape, so he calmed his mind. Seeing Songjia looking at her, he smiled at the girl. He has to say that he is not the owner of the museum for more than ten years. For nothing, this smile looks quite gentle and gentle.

However, Song Jia ignored him. Instead, he pulled Zhang Heng aside and hurriedly said, "What the hell is this? Who are the people below? Why did you kill them, my God, this time? How many people did they kill?"

"Thirty-seven, but I'm just defending myself and saving people." Zhang Heng said.

"The police don't believe that you killed 37 people for self-defense and saving people." Song Jia said anxiously, "Are you crazy? Do you know how much trouble this will get you into?"

"Relax, as long as we are tight-lipped, I don't think the police will take care of this stuff." Zhang Heng said calmly.

"How is this possible? Even if we don't tell anyone, 37 people are missing, the police can't fail to notice.

"Ordinary people are like this, but this group of people is different. They obviously belong to a mysterious sect, and the police probably don't know their existence." Zhang Heng said.

"how do you know?"

"I am preparing to confirm with their commander."

"where is he?"

"It's on the sofa."

When Song Jia heard this, he set his sights on the lame man on the sofa again, took a deep breath, calmed down, and said to Zhang Heng again, "I will help you do the last translation, you don’t know. What do you want to do, but it is too dangerous to be with you. We met in less than half a day. Two battles have taken place in succession, and I have seen more corpses than I have seen in my entire life, and then follow you and me I don’t know what else will happen. Don’t worry, I’m breaking the contract first, and I don’t want my wages either."

Zhang Heng was noncommittal, but just said, "You will do this translation for me first, and we will talk about our affairs later."

Song Jia didn't say anything after hearing this, and walked to the opposite side of the lame man again.

The latter raised his eyebrows and said with interest, "Have you finished discussing it? How do you plan to do with me."

"I'm just an interpreter." Song Jia said, "I don't want to get involved in these messy things."

"It's a pity," the lame man touched his chin, "I'm afraid you will be involved whether you want it or not. In fact, one person on the entire island can't escape."

"You don't have to intimidate me. Anyway, your destiny is not my decision." Song Jia said, "The first question, who are you?"

The lame man was about to speak, but was interrupted by Songjia, "Remind you, you'd better tell the truth, because if you lie, we can know right away, and you will have to suffer unnecessary suffering. ."

"Is it because of this ring?" The lame man raised his right hand. When he entered the door before, Zhang Heng put a copper ring there, and then cut his arm to get some blood. "You and that The two Inuit are not in the same group, right? I also know something about shamanism. As far as I know they don't have such a method."

"Just... answer the questions honestly, don't ask questions anymore." Song Jia warned again.

"Interesting, I never thought that such a remote place in Greenland would be so lively one day," the lame man murmured, and then leaned his back on the sofa. "Ask, I've fallen into your hands anyway. Here, of course, I will cooperate with you, but I advise you not to have too high expectations of me. For some reason, I don’t have much information. I have been avoiding those Mad believers make further contact."

"why?"

"Because we live on an island called ignorance, surrounded by the vast black ocean, some of us brave people set sail to explore the mysteries of the world, and their achievements have promoted the development of human civilization. But one day, when those isolated scientific knowledge are put together, it will reveal the most terrifying truth in the world."

"What's the truth?"

"We should never know, because that will bring endless fear and madness." The lame man said solemnly. Doesn't his look seem like a joke, even though what he said sounds like a joke. It's ridiculous.

After a pause, he added, "I am different from the fanatics downstairs, but because of this, I have been extremely hard in these years. I really want to persuade you. If you don’t want to fall to where I am now, just You should leave here as soon as possible."