48 Hours a Day Chapter 1261
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Chapter 1239: Chapter 1239 – The Island Of Ignorance
Chapter 1239 The Island Of Ignorance
When Songjia entered the art museum, she almost lost her balance when she saw the scene inside.
Although she didn’t work in art, she had come here several times with her classmates when she was free. This art museum had a rich collection and a unique architectural style, so it had always been popular among visitors, she liked it, too.
However, she didn’t expect that when she entered the museum this time, it would turn into a bloody slaughterhouse. There were corpses all over the floor, and blood and brains splattered everywhere. Many of the artworks had been destroyed, the paintings that were worth more than a million dollars fell to the ground, and the sculptures were shattered into pieces..
The only people who could still stand in the exhibition hall on the first floor were Olai and Alicia. They supported each other and slowly moved toward the stairs.
“These… these people were killed by you guys?”
Song Jia was shocked. She answered Zhang Heng’s call and rushed in from the outside. At the moment, she didn’t know what had happened inside. Seeing the scene before her.., she thought that the people here had been killed by the two Inuit. After all, they looked like they had just fought a bloody battle.
However, Alicia shook her head, “No, they were all killed by your… Er, employer. Actually, we didn’t help much. He saved us. He and the owner of this museum are on the second floor now. Let’s go up together.”
“Oh, okay, okay.”
Song Jia carefully avoided the puddle of blood on the floor. Then, she followed Olai and song Jia Up the stairs to the director’s office on the second floor.
The door wasn’t locked. Song Jia saw a lame man sitting on a sofa while Zhang Heng sat behind the desk writing something on the parchment with his blood. When he saw song Jia Walk in, he nodded at her, “You’re just in time. Help me with the translation. I need to have a good chat with Mr. Sachus.”
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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 himself down. Seeing song Jia looking at him, he even smiled at the girl. It had to be said that he had not been a museum owner for nothing these past ten years, his smile looked gentle and gentle.
However, song Jia ignored him. Instead, she pulled Zhang Heng to the side and hurriedly said, “What’s 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 only defending myself and saving people,”Zhang Heng said. “The police won’t believe that you killed thirty-seven people for the sake of defending yourself and saving people,”song Jia said anxiously. “Are you crazy? Do you know how much trouble this will cause 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 don’t tell anyone, it’s impossible for the police to not notice the disappearance of 37 people.” “That’s true for ordinary people, but this group is different. They clearly belong to some mysterious sect. I’m afraid the police don’t even know of their existence,”Zhang Heng said.
“How do you know?”
“I’m just about to confirm it with their commander.”
“Where is he?”
“He’s on the sofa.”
After hearing that, song Jia turned her gaze back to the limping man on the sofa. She took a deep breath and calmed herself down before turning to Zhang Heng, “I’ll help you with the last translation. You Don’t know what you want to do, but it’s too dangerous to be with you. We’ve only met for less than half a day, but there have already been two consecutive battles. Furthermore, I’ve seen more corpses than I’ve ever seen in my life. I don’t know what else will happen if I follow you. Don’t worry, I’m the one who broke the contract first. I Don’t want my salary anymore.” Zhang Heng was noncommittal. He only said, “You’ll do the translation for me first. We’ll talk later.”
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Song Jia didn’t say anything else. She walked over to the crippled man.
The latter raised his eyebrows and said with interest, “Are you done discussing? What do you plan to do with me?”
“I’m just a translator,”song Jia said. “I don’t want to get involved in your mess.”
“I’m sorry,”the lame man touched his chin. “I’m afraid you’ll be involved whether you like it or not. In fact, everyone on the island can’t escape.”
“You don’t have to threaten me. I’m not the one who decides your fate,”song Jia said. “First question, who are you people?”
The lame man was about to answer, but he was interrupted by song Jia, “Let me remind you, you’d better tell us the truth. If you’re lying, we’ll find out right away, and then you’ll have to suffer unnecessarily.”
“Is it because of this ring?”The crippled man raised his right hand. Zhang Heng had placed a copper ring there when he had entered the room, and he had even cut off his arm to take some blood, “You two aren’t in cahoots with the two Inuit, are you? I know a thing or two about shamanism. As far as I know, they don’t have the means to do so.”
“Just… answer the questions honestly. Don’t ask questions,”Songjia warned again.
“Interesting. I didn’t expect such a lively day to come in such a remote place like Greenland,”the crippled man muttered. He then leaned his back against the sofa, “Ask away. Since I’m already in your hands, of course I’ll cooperate with you. But I advise you not to have high expectations of me. For some reason, I don’t have much information. I’ve been avoiding further contact with those fanatics all these years.”
“Why?”
“Because we are living on an island called ignorance, surrounded by a vast black ocean. Some of us are brave enough to set sail and explore the mysteries of the world. The results they have achieved have promoted the development of human civilization. However, one day, when those isolated scientific knowledge is pieced together, it will reveal the most terrifying truth of this world.”
“What truth?”
“We should never know, because it will bring endless fear and madness, “the crippled man said solemnly. His expression did not 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 precisely because of this that I’ve been living especially hard all these years. I’m really trying to persuade you with good intentions. If you don’t want to end up in my current situation, then you should leave this place while there’s still time.”
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