Screenwriter Mystery

Late at night, Haiti, Port-au-Prince.

Scattered lights are dotted in the capital of Haiti. Due to the lack of electricity resources, the local people's livelihood electricity will be disconnected when entering the night. There are only a few special buildings, the presidential palace, the wealthy area and the voodoo cult. In the area, there will be a small amount of electricity supply to continue its night life.

In the dark sea, with the sound of a motor, a dilapidated fishing boat docked at the port of Port-au-Prince.

"We have arrived in Port-au-Prince."

On the boat, the dark and rough-skinned Haitian boatman shouted to the figure on the bow in a strong Creole language.

"thanks."

Carrying the black satchel, he nodded to the fisherman, and the witcher gently landed on the dilapidated pier with a dull landing sound.

He said something to Geralt on the pier in Creole with a strong accent, and the fisherman started the motor to make waves, and soon disappeared into the dark sea under the gaze of the witcher.

Seeing the fisherman disappearing from the fishing boat, Geralt withdrew his gaze, then looked down at the broken pier under his feet.

Unlike Amanda et al, the chosen means of legal entry.

The witcher chose a cruder approach.

Thanks to the poor local security and poor economic conditions in Haiti, local Haitians have always smuggled to other countries, and there are very few people who will smuggle to Haiti. After all, under normal circumstances, smuggling is given to Countries to smuggle, such a poor and backward country as Haiti, even the lives of its own people are already so difficult, anyone who smuggles here will definitely not be waiting for an opportunity, only deeper despair.

This has also resulted in the fact that the local management of the border in Haiti is not strict, or it should be said that the local military strength of Haiti is simply unable to manage the border.

After all, they can't even manage domestic problems, and they don't have the experience to care about the surrounding conditions.

On the dock, the witcher looked up at the scattered lights in the distance.

Reaching out his hand, he took out a cigar from his pocket and lit it. The faint sparks loomed in the broken pier. With the black satchel in his hand, Geralt immediately walked towards the direction of the flashing lights.

...

"Come on, come on, great queen, I pray for your eyes here, great old Regba, guide at the crossroads, please guide us in our direction, guide the queen's soul..."

Haiti, in a voodoo church somewhere.

Countless cloaked voodoo priests surrounded the flames, chanting strange spells in their mouths.

In the beating firelight around, a Haitian with white symbols painted all over his body lay motionless in the center of the altar formed by the flames, with his eyes closed, his face covered with white paint was illuminated by the firelight If it is looming, if Lin Jiu and a few people who were in London before are here, they will find that this guy who is used as a sacrifice is the voodoo magician Narcissus who competed with them for the shadow corpse before.

"...Father Regba, I offer sacrifices and pray for your guidance..."

Inside the church, the priests danced strange dances around the brazier, and all kinds of ornaments were hung on their bodies, most of which were bones with white bones.

At the front of the altar, a withered voodoo priest was sitting on the ground, with a dry fist-sized head hanging from his neck, kneeling and praying to the head of a dead dog in front of him.

With the prayer of the high priest, the dog head in front of him began to change gradually. A large amount of blood flowed out of the dog head's eyes. The blood was incomparably dark, and at the same time exuded an inexplicable stench, followed by the live dog head. It became withered, as if some unknown existence was absorbing the vitality above the dog's head. In just a few seconds, the dog's head turned into gray smoke and dissipated.

Witnessing the scene of the dog's head dissipating, the spell of the voodoo priests in the church became more intense.

The high priest raised his head, and in his cloudy vision, a black man in tattered clothes and on crutches appeared in front of him as the dog's head dissipated.

This is Papa Regba, a deity in Haitian voodoo religion, the medium that connects humans with the great **** of voodoo loa, who will be sacrificed at the beginning and end of voodoo rituals.

And the dog is His symbolic animal.

"Father Regba."

Looking at Father Regba who appeared in his eyes, the high priest pressed his head tightly to the ground.

As the high priest of voodoo, he has great power, but all this is not worth mentioning before the gods.

Especially religions like voodoo that rely on fear to rule their beliefs, the gods they believe in are not too kind. , He teaches oracles to people at the crossroads, but is capricious and often leads people into despair.

"I know your purpose."

Leaning on crutches, he walked up to the high priest.

From the high priest's point of view, he could only see the tattered shoes worn by Father Regba's feet, and he could vaguely see the holes in the shoes.

Usually, if a guy dressed like this enters the church, he will definitely incur the curse of voodoo.

However, facing Father Regba, who looked like a homeless man, the high priest did not dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction on his face.

"It's not the time yet."

Papa Regba's voice was hoarse and sharp, like a bayonet passing through the ear of the high priest, but it seemed to be whispering beside him.

"The power formed by countless despairs and souls will be the key to opening the gates of hell, and I will teach you the oracle at that time."

Hearing Father Regba's words, the expression on the high priest's face changed.

He pressed his head tightly against the hard ground of the church~www.readwn.com~ summoned up his courage and asked, "So, Father Regba, when do we need to wait?"

"When the time comes, you'll know."

Without answering the high priest's question, Father Regba split his mouth, revealing his mouth full of rotten teeth.

From his mouth, some more terrifying bugs could be seen crawling in it.

"..."

As Father Regba's voice disappeared, the prayers of the priests resounded in the ears of the high priest.

Carefully raised his head and looked at the deity who had disappeared in front of him.

The high priest couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. He looked back at the priests behind him. These voodoo priests seemed to be completely ignorant of what had just happened.

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