48 Hours a Day

"Then how did you open this museum?" Song Jia asked again.

"Those fanatics clashed with an Inuit tribe in the north because of some things. Those Inuit began to search for their whereabouts. They had to break them up, but after all, there must be a place where they can meet. It is also convenient for them to hold ceremonies regularly, so I built this art museum and used the 50 million that Mr. Thame gave me.

"In order not to make people suspicious, I changed my name and went deep into Jianju. There are also rich people among those fanatics. Among them are two collectors. There is even a very famous artist in the world, and the British The relationship between the royal family is very good, and Queen Elizabeth was awarded a lord. They also donated a lot of money and art. It is because of this that my art museum can have its current scale." Satrus said truthfully.

"You said you use this as a place for gatherings and sacrifices?" Songjia was concerned about another issue.

Sachus knew what she wanted to ask, and sighed, "In order to prevent further falling into madness and completely losing my mind, I have been trying to reduce contact with those mad believers, and their sacrifices have not participated much. However, yes, I know what you want to ask. Their sacrifices basically choose sacrifices. Sometimes they choose from their own insiders, but more often they choose ordinary people outside. But because of fear of being discovered, they Rarely do anything to the residents of the island, and they are generally targeted by tourists who come here to play and some illegally stranded here, and most of them are criminals who escaped here after being wanted by the Interpol. "

"And you have been secretly helping to shield them all these years?"

"Like I said, I had no choice. In order to survive, I even had to kill my old friend by myself." When Sarchus said this, his face didn't blush, and the girl felt 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, those things you told are too weird, and now everyone is dead, except for yourself No one can prove it."

"Just treat me as a drunken gibberish, and I hope so." Sarchus was unexpected and did not argue.

At this moment, he saw Zhang Heng open his wallet, took out a photo from it, and placed it on the coffee table in front of him.

Zhang Heng did not ask Song Jia to translate because the sentence was not complicated, so he asked directly in English, "Is this a photo of your expedition team back then?"

Sarchus lowered his head, glanced at the photo on the coffee table, his expression suddenly changed, and said, "Who are you?"

Before Zhang Heng was able to call out the name he hadn't used for a long time, it made him feel nervous, and the other party now took out a group photo of the expedition team. Sachus remembers clearly that Kodak was used for taking pictures at that time, and he was only washed. Six photos. In other words, there are very few people in the expedition team who hold this photo.

"Are you from Mr. Thame?" Sarchus blurted out subconsciously. He made such a guess because only Mr. Sam holds the negatives. The probability of the photos coming out of him is the greatest, but soon he looks like Thinking of something, the whole person's body shrank back suddenly.

Songjia did not expect that a big man could be frightened to such an extent, especially considering that he had just killed an old friend he had been with for almost 20 years before, and had been allowing the gang of mad believers to engage in evil sacrifices under his nose. I am afraid that there have been hundreds of victims in the past ten years, and it is such a ruthless guy that now tears and nose flow together, and the facial features on his face are completely twisted together because of fear.

He stared at Zhang Heng with wide eyes, and finally squeezed out a sentence from his mouth that made Songjia somewhat inexplicable, "It's... it's you?!"

Songjia even heard the sound of Sarchus's teeth hitting each other, but Zhang Heng didn't have any signs to explain. He just silently retracted the photo on the table after getting the answer he wanted to know, and placed it again. After entering his wallet, he nodded to Songjia and said, "I have finished asking all I want."

"Sorry, can I ask him a few questions?"

The speaker was Alessia. She and Ole and Songjia came to the second floor together, probably because Zhang Heng had just saved their lives. Compared with when they first met, their attitude has become more respectful and polite. a lot of.

Even though the two of them looked a little anxious and wanted to ask Sarchus, after they came up, the two Inuit teenagers stayed aside honestly, without saying a word, as if they were two balls of air. , But they also listened to the somewhat bizarre and weird story of Sarchus. During the period, Ole and Alessia opened their mouths several times, but they both held back the words that were about to reach their lips. They waited until Zhang Heng finished asking questions before they spoke again. Tao.

"Please." Zhang Heng said lightly after listening to Song Jia's translation.

Alessia hurriedly walked up to Sarchus, took a deep breath, and asked, "Where is Hans?"

However, Sarchus seemed to have been frightened by Zhang Heng. After hearing Alessia’s question, there was no response at all. Alessia was not welcome, and pulled out the hand that Ole gave her. The skinning knife was placed on Sarchus's neck.

But even if the blade had pierced through Sarchus's skin, the latter seemed completely unaware.

Ole frowned, "No, is it really stupid?" He grabbed Sarchus by the collar and lifted the opponent from the sofa, looking rather unwilling.

"What do you want to ask?" Song Jia couldn't help asking, seeing the two Inuit look anxious.

"We were calculated by our own people, otherwise we wouldn't be so embarrassed and almost lost our lives, and that guy also hid the holy artifact." Ole said bitterly, "I helped Hans speak before losing me. He said that he could not betray us. I didn’t expect that he was such a person. He even forgot the hatred of his father and brother, and fell into mingling with his enemies."

"The situation is still uncertain, and we can't draw conclusions so early." Alessia, who had doubted Hans before, said instead.

"There is something unsure. Now among these people in Nuuk, Eri is dead. You and I are attacked. Only Hans is the one who can leave a mark." Ole said angrily, "He Obviously I have taken refuge in those mad believers, but I don’t know how long it has been. I blame it. I shouldn’t let people take the holy artifacts out of the tribe, otherwise there will be nothing to do.”

"It's not to blame you, we all agreed to do this at the time." When Alessia said this, her tone was abrupt.