Screenwriter Mystery

Two days later, in Port-au-Prince, Haiti.

The long-lost festival has brought some joy to this impoverished country.

Although, in the eyes of outsiders, voodoo is an evil faith, and their festivals are also full of frightening implications.

But, for the Haitian people.

The Voodoo Festival is the only comfort they can live in poverty and backwardness. Only on the Voodoo Festival will the people of Haiti temporarily forget their daily pain and devote themselves wholeheartedly to their belief in the God of Loa. Celebrate this festival and please the gods.

On the streets, tens of thousands of voodoo believers gathered to pass the joy of the voodoo festival in parades.

At the front of the line, several naked voodoo priests beat drums and danced weird dances.

Behind them, a group of voodoo believers with their faces painted in white paint, carry freshly slaughtered dead pigs as sacrifices to the **** Loa.

On both sides of the street, looking at the passing procession, some local Haitian residents knelt on the ground one after another, kowtowing and praying from time to time, murmuring and rubbing their hands, praying for the blessing of God Loa.

In addition, there are many street vendors gathered around the street.

Hanging wooden boards around their necks, a variety of cheap snacks and drinks are placed, and they are sold to the marching believers.

Voodoo Festival is not only a religious ceremony for believers, but also a business opportunity for many Haitians.

"...I'm at the front of the parade."

Passing through the dense crowd, I came to a selling stall on the street, picked up a mango and gestured to the hawker.

Amanda reported her current location to the others through her radio headset.

At this time, Amanda has changed a lot from when she first came to Haiti a few days ago.

The entire face was covered by a veil, only showing a pair of eyes.

In a black-dominated country like Haiti, the faces of the BSI group are too conspicuous. During their actions in the past few days, they have more than once felt the strange gazes from their surroundings.

Especially on a grand festival like the Voodoo Festival, where several white and yellow people appeared, it was like a bright message to the surrounding believers that everyone was different.

Therefore, in order to hide the public's eyes and ears, everyone at BSI made a disguise one after another.

Although the turban on his face is still conspicuous, it at least looks a lot more 'normal' than the original appearance.

Many people often only stay on the turban on her face for a while, and then remove it quickly.

No longer looking at them like before.

"I've been following the parade at the back. The whole procession is longer than I thought, and I can see people joining the line one after another."

Following the parade in front, Agent Phil turned his head and glanced at the enthusiastic Haitians behind him, and reported into his earphones.

"I am currently near the Presidential Palace, and there are already a lot of people who come to participate in the festival. It is said that this time the voodoo festival, the new president will also join."

Frowning and scanning the crowd around him, Detective Zhou glanced at this small White House in Haiti, which is somewhat similar to the White House in Washington.

"According to the parade arrangement of the past Voodoo festivals, the last place where the people gather is the cathedral."

Angela glanced silently around the church, dancing around the huge bonfire, the voodoo priest muttering words in her mouth, and said in a low voice.

"Before the church, believers will be baptized with flames to wash away their sins and bring good luck and health to the future."

Although, in Angela's view, if this so-called baptism is really effective, then the people participating in the parade will not still live a poor life.

However, thinking of what might happen next, she couldn't help clenching her fists.

"So, this is the final place in the prophecy?"

Standing around the church, Spike looked up at the majestic building, and a dignified look flashed in his eyes.

From the eyes of the psychic, I saw more unusual places.

The entire voodoo church looked a little more dangerous than what it looked like two days ago. In the vagueness, Spike seemed to hear a shrill scream.

"That's right."

On the side, I heard Spike's words.

The fortune-teller nodded with a pale face. In the small bag bulging on his back, the [Voodoo Doll] climbed into his arms along the clothes, and stretched out the arm formed by the wool to gently touch Joey's Chin, as if trying to comfort him in this way.

"Is there really no way?"

Withdrawing his gaze on the church, Spike turned to look at the fortune-teller Joey, and suddenly asked a question.

"This 'future' is destined to happen, we can only watch it happen."

Shaking his head, the fortune teller also gave a somewhat strange answer.

Hearing his reply, Spike reached out and touched the ring on his finger and said with a sigh.

"It's really a hopeless 'future'."

Here, Spike and Joey are speaking inexplicable words.

"The president is out."

On the other side, in front of the Presidential Palace.

Detective Zhou looked at the army who suddenly came out of the small White House, and the president who came out in the car, and couldn't help but report into the earphone.

With the appearance of the Haitian president, the whole voodoo festival seems to have reached some kind of climax.

From the procession, more and more believers came out and danced around the crowd chanting.

At the front of the line, the priests who were beating drums stopped their movements. They turned around and bowed to the dead pig carried by the believers~www.readwn.com~ Father Regba, who perched at the crossroads Guider, please guide us in our direction, and open the door of life and death for us... Queen of Voodoo, you will renew..."

The priest kneels and worships the sacrifice while chanting incantations in his mouth.

With the actions of these voodoo priests, the eyes of the dead pig carried on the shoulders of the believers suddenly began to see blood.

Hiding in the crowd, looking at the dead pig with **** eyes, Amanda's eyes flashed slightly.

The dead pig's eyes suddenly bleed out. When such a scene is placed, it is extremely frightening.

However, the Haitian people around who saw this scene, instead of showing fear on their faces, became even more frenzied. They kept banging their heads and chanting incomprehensible local dialects.

Huge religious fanaticism filled the entire procession.

Being in it, Amanda felt like a boat that could be engulfed by this frenzy at any time.