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In the dance group, I noticed the fortune-teller's greeting.

Sang walked out of the crowd with some reluctance, and accompanied by the dynamic music, he returned to the wine table and looked at the crowd.

"Everyone, are you planning to go back?"

Looking at the approaching guide, Amanda had to stop her discussion, and she stared at Spike in front of her.

Obviously some dissatisfaction with his self-assertion.

"No, I just wanted to ask, who is that guy sitting in the corner, I see people in the club seem to be scared of him."

Following the direction Spike pointed, San glanced at the corner of the nightclub.

When he found the figure of the voodoo priest, he turned back quickly, and the expression on his face that was a little excited immediately turned into fear.

Lowering his voice, he replied in a voice that only a few members of the team could hear.

"That's a voodoo sacrificial ritual, and it's a nightclub. Because of the frequent riots, searches are carried out in Haiti every now and then, and the purpose of the sacrificial ritual here is to make the police who are searching restrain themselves. Your own behavior. Tell them that this place is managed by a voodoo cult, and it is not something the police can just search for."

"As for the reason why everyone is afraid of him, it is naturally because of the voodoo religion. As the most popular religion in Haiti, the power of voodoo religion is beyond imagination. The existence of voodoo sacrificialism represents a powerful voodoo religion. Sacrifice is a person who controls terrible voodoo within the voodoo religion, and they can use all kinds of terrible and unpredictable voodoo control to curse others."

"In Haiti, everyone knows that if you offend the president, you will be killed, and once you anger the voodoo priests, even death will be turned into a terrible corpse by them."

In San's description, everyone in the team sketched out the image of voodoo religion and the dark mystery of sacrifice.

"So, is there really a so-called revived corpse in this world?"

At the wine table, Amanda waited until they exchanged glances.

Angela immediately put on an expression of disbelief, and asked Sang a question.

"Of course."

Noticing Angela's dubious expression, Sang said immediately.

"Resurrection corpses really exist. I have seen reincarnated corpses more than once near a voodoo church, and my grandfather's brother's son's neighbor's friend has offended a voodoo sacrificial. , was resurrected after death and became a reincarnated corpse. It is said that the person who was made into a reincarnated corpse can still move, eat, obey the instructions of the person who speaks to him, and even speak, but has no memory, nor Know your environment."

"They are the walking dead, the most terrifying of all voodoo spells."

"No one wants to be revived, no."

If it were someone else, if you heard Sang's words, it might just be regarded as some kind of long-standing urban legend in Haiti.

Or another mystification of voodoo under rumors.

However, several of the people present are members of sbi and have been exposed to supernatural cases more than once.

Therefore, after listening to Sang's description, although on the surface, he still made a look of disbelief, but it was also mixed with a bit of fear.

But in his heart, he has already paid some attention to the so-called voodoo religion and the resurrection of the corpse.

If voodoo really has the ability to make revived corpses, then the catastrophe mentioned in the prophecy may also be related to voodoo.

Or, the disaster itself was created by voodoo.

While secretly guessing in her heart, Amanda looked up at the fortune-teller on the opposite side.

However, in the face of the questioning gaze from Amanda.

Joey, who was sitting across from her, lowered his head as if he was blind, rubbing the round, furry head of the [Voodoo Doll] in his pocket.

…

Shoreline, in dilapidated slums.

The witcher shuttled through the crumbling houses, and the dark night did not interfere with the witcher's vision.

Because there is no urban planning, the houses in the entire slum are like huge illegal constructions stacked together.

Through the broken walls, from the broken houses, Geralt could vaguely feel the great disaster brought by the earthquake to the country.

At the same time, in some collapsed houses, rotting corpses and bare bones can even be seen vaguely.

Although, the damage left by the earthquake has passed for nearly a year.

However, the follow-up of the earthquake victims in Haiti has been slow, or the government has no idea of ​​dealing with the remains of these victims.

Let the bodies of these people be exposed to the rubble.

Witnessing a large number of casually discarded corpses in the slum, the expression on the witcher's face did not change in the slightest.

He just walked through it silently, but the sound of footsteps under his feet kept ringing in the ruins.

…

"Yawn~"

"Good morning!"

"Good morning, Phil."

The next morning, coming out of the accommodation room, Detective Phil yawned and greeted the rising members.

Covering his mouth, Agent Phil twisted his slightly sore neck.

Although, when San brought them to the place of accommodation, he called it the best place to stay in Haiti.

But actually staying here, sleeping here is not as comfortable as lying on the sofa in the sbi headquarters.

"You're up a little late, Phil."

Opened his mouth to rinse his mouth and spit out the water in his mouth. Detective Zhou glanced at Detective Phil's swollen face and pointed to the empty bucket beside his feet.

"I've run out of water, so if you want to wash your face and brush your teeth, just go downstairs and get another bucket of water."

Most of Haiti's civilian resources come from international aid, a poor economy, and a chaotic political situation.

Not only power resources are tight, but even the most basic water system is also lacking. Even Port-au-Prince, the capital, does not have a complete water system to provide the most basic living needs of local residents. Therefore, For the daily water use of locals in Haiti, in addition to purchasing clean and pure water directly, they rely more on wells to draw water.

Carrying the empty bucket, Agent Phil came to the location of the well downstairs.

"Good morning, Phil."

"Good morning, boss, Joey..."

"And Spike."

When passing the corridor, he saw everyone who had gotten up to eat breakfast at the restaurant of the accommodation.

On the plate in front of them is the olive oil rice that is most commonly eaten by the locals.

The way to do it is to boil the water first, then put the rice, then pour in the olive oil. After the water is dry and the rice is cooked, put it in cold water, then apply the butter, get on the fire and then simmer, and the water is dry.

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