Screenwriter Mystery

Inside the church, voodoo priests danced violently around the brazier.

Like crazy.

"...The pain will eventually go away, and the living will continue to live. This time the Voodoo Festival is a ceremony we hold for the compatriots who died in the disaster. May the voodoo religion bless their souls and be able to rest in peace. May The great Papa Regba can guide their bewildered souls, may the Baron Saturday rest their souls..."

Outside the church, the new president continued his speech.

The Saturday baron he mentioned, that is, the **** of death in voodoo religion, Baron Samedi is also known as the baron of the cemetery.

It is the mediator between life and death in the voodoo belief, standing at the center of the crossroads, waiting for the appearance of the dead.

"May voodoo bless their souls!"

"May the great Daddy Regba guide their confused souls!"

"May the Saturday Barons rest their souls!"

In front of the church, along with the new president's prayer, the surrounding believers kept repeating the content of the prayer.

A voodoo priest stopped his dance, stretched out his hand and grabbed the stones on the ground, constantly beating them to make a huge encounter.

This is the way to summon the Saturday Baron in a voodoo ritual, full of pagan undertones.

With the prayers of the people outside the church and the call of sacrifices, the dances of the high priest and others in the church became almost crazy, their hands and feet seemed to be twisting wildly uncontrollably, and their mouths kept repeating strange spells towards the center of the altar. The brazier prayed aloud.

"Have you ever felt that the whole ritual of the Voodoo Festival seems to be getting more and more... crazy?"

In the crowd, witnessed the frenzy of the crowd.

Agent Phil couldn't help taking a deep breath, swept the surrounding believers with crazy expressions, and said in a low voice.

"It's not like they are crazy now."

Shaking his head, Agent Zhou corrected Agent Phil's statement.

"We have to do something."

Among the standing voodoo believers, the fanatical beliefs that emerged from all directions seemed to be completely engulfed.

Amanda gritted her teeth and resisted this fanatical belief, generally speaking to everyone in the team.

"At least it can't be allowed to continue."

Although the purpose of the entire voodoo festival is not clear, but thinking of the "big catastrophe" mentioned in the fortune teller's prophecy, Amanda's heart obviously began to have a bad premonition.

However, in the face of what Amanda had done, the fortune teller answered in an almost calm tone.

"Actually, there's nothing we can do about it."

"This is the 'future' that has been destined, and all we can do is experience everything for ourselves."

Joey was a little indifferent to what was happening in front of him.

He was completely different from when he came to BSI headquarters to ask for help.

"I do not believe."

"If the 'future' really wants to say that it is doomed as you say, then what is all the efforts we have made before!"

Reaching out and clenching the necklace around her neck, Amanda has made up her mind to stop this 'future' from happening even if she forgets everything.

"I understand how you feel at the moment, Amanda."

Aside, looking at Amanda who was determined, Spike immediately opened his mouth and looked at the fanatical believers and the voodoo church in front of him.

"But sometimes you have to learn to let go."

Shrugs at Amanda's persuasion.

The psychic's reaction made Amanda realize that something was wrong.

She turned her head to look at the calm fortune-teller Joey, and then glanced at the calm Spike in front of her.

He frowned and asked, "Are you hiding something from me again, Spike?"

"I didn't hide anything, it's just that you forgot something."

For Amanda's questioning, Spike shrugged slightly and replied casually.

He turned his head to look at the President of Haiti who was standing on the platform in front of him praying constantly, and then glanced at the church behind him.

The next second, Spike's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said.

"it has started."

Hearing Spike's endless answer, Amanda was about to ask questions when she suddenly saw the psychic's expression change.

Immediately afterwards, Spike's voice fell.

A faint blue light suddenly burst out from the voodoo church, and along with the flickering light, countless blue light spots began to emerge from the sky over the whole sea. These light spots seemed to be pulled and attracted by some inexplicable force. Generally, they scrambled towards the direction of the church.

"This is?!"

Looking at the dots of light floating in the air, Amanda's face flashed a hint of astonishment.

A bluish spot of light flashed by her side, Amanda reached out and touched the spot, and the next second, a broken and messy memory flashed through her mind.

"Why are there earthquakes in..."

"This is already the best Goode in the family!"

"Tube, loaf, another loaf, why..."

"The corn at home has sprouted, and I hope this year's harvest will be better."

"Run away, it's an earthquake!"

In these memories, Amanda seems to see the impoverished life of a woman under the sea, and the last of these memories is the moment of the earthquake in Haiti, accompanied by violent shaking and deafening rumbling, everything came to an abrupt end end.

Retracting her finger that touched the light spot, Amanda looked at Spike in front of her.

The latter nodded in the eyes of the other party: "These are the victims who died in the Haiti earthquake."

Hearing Spike's words, Amanda looked up at the dark blue dots over the church, which seemed to cover the entire sky, and a huge shock emerged in her heart.

These faint blue rays of light that only seemed to be the size of a fist were still alive not long ago.

Haiti announced to the public that the number of people killed in the earthquake reached more than 200,000. com and may actually be more than that.

Shaking his head and sweeping away the memories of Haitian women in his mind, Detective Zhou Tubing looked at the light that was constantly emerging from the surroundings, avoided a light spot close to him, and said.

A huge sense of unease began to emerge in the heart. These light spots are no longer illusory existences, but real existences that everyone on the scene can see and feel.

In front of the church, many believers who came into contact with the Blue Light Group were already kneeling on the ground, calling it a 'miracle'.

But Agent Zhou knew very well that this was not a 'miracle', but the beginning of all disasters.

"What does voodoo do?"

"The voodoo religion intends to use the souls of tens of thousands of victims in the Haiti earthquake as a traction to open the [spiritual] channel and summon the soul of the voodoo queen Lavieux to come."

Witnessing what happened in front of them, everyone finally understood the truth of the prophesied catastrophe.

It's just a pity that it was too late for them to understand that the voodoo religion had already completed the ritual and summoned the **** of death to open the door to the [spiritual world].