After searching the clinic, Zhang Heng and Song Jia returned to the street, guarding in front of the performers who jumped off the building, Song Jia watched each other breathe a little, and her young eyes gradually lost their lustre, but she couldn't do anything, and the ambulance was nowhere to be seen during this period.

Songjia was a little unbearable, so she called the hospital twice, but she didn't expect that the two calls were busy, until she dialed a third call, but was told that the ambulance had been sent out and could not get here.

The hospital said that this is the ninth distress call received in just five minutes, and the only ambulance has long been insufficient, and there are still emergency calls coming in, all of which are suicides, and they may not be able to receive so many distress calls in a month or two, and the medical staff and rescue equipment have long been insufficient.

The situation at the police station is similar, the police are also confused about the sudden occurrence of many suicides, and are collecting clues from the public through the radio, but so far they have not gained anything, but the police officers are a little anxious.

"He's going to die." Zhang Heng said suddenly.

And just as he said this, the player's heartbeat finally stopped completely, his pupils dilated, and the expression on his face was forever frozen at the last moment.

Song Jia shuddered, but when she looked at Zhang Heng on the side, she found that the latter had already flipped through the notebook she had found from the performer.

Most of them are sheet music, but it can also be heard from the other party's previous performances, he has obviously embarked on an extremely rugged artistic road, which is destined to be difficult to be recognized by the world, Zhang Heng has also learned piano, in his eyes, this thing is even difficult to be called music, because even a beginner who doesn't know what stave is better than this sheet music.

Because the latter was just a random patchwork of all kinds of crazy noises, Zhang Heng glanced at the messy music scores and handed the notebook to Song Jia on the side, and asked her, "What else is written on it?" ”

Song Jia took the notebook, but after only reading a few pages, her brows furrowed, Zhang Heng could see that she was very resistant to the things on it, but even so, she endured the strong discomfort and read the content inside, and in some places even read it several times.

"One of the most mentioned words above is 'glorious consummation,' a bit like the Last Judgment in the Bible, or the prophecy of the Mayans, and the people who wrote it firmly believed that the day would come, when there would be no good or evil in the world, and there would be no legal morals and ethics, and all people would call for joy and freedom on the earth, killing each other, and enjoying the joy of slaughter and destruction." Songjia paused at this point, "In addition, there are some descriptions of the dreams he has had, but most of them are incomprehensible and incomprehensible. ”

"Hmm." Zhang Heng nodded, didn't say anything, just handed over the invoice, "Where is this invoice?" ”

"It's a receipt from the supermarket, and the supermarket, I know, is about three kilometers away from us." This time, Songjia answered quickly.

"Is this place also near that supermarket?" Zhang Heng shook the pen with the cap off the pen in front of the girl's eyes as he spoke, and Song Jia saw the patterns engraved on the tip of the pen and the small characters hidden in it, and was surprised by Zhang Heng's powerful observation.

"This is the abbreviation of Nuuk Art Museum," Songjia looked at it carefully, "It is also the only private museum on the island, built in 2005, and it has a lot of art, not only paintings but also various sculptures, which is very popular with tourists, but it is only open on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and weekends, what's wrong, is there any problem?" ”

The jumper, who played the violin like a ghost, was an artist anyway, and it was normal for Songjia to visit art museums in search of inspiration.

Zhang Heng was noncommittal, "Do you remember the story that Ole told, it was a group of people who attacked Arethia, not a person, they all came from a mysterious group, and since it is a group, there should be a place to meet, and Arethia has a blood feud with these people, she must have been tracking down their whereabouts all these years, although her small group only has three people, but I believe that the tribe behind them will not provide any help at all, but there has been no gain, which shows that those people have been well hidden over the years." ”

"You think they'll be hidden in an art museum?" Songjia's eyes widened.

"The art museum is a very smart choice, because this group of people seems to have some mental problems more or less, but I don't know if it is because they are more mentally sensitive to become believers, or because they become spiritually sensitive, in short, if they act collectively, it is quite conspicuous, but if it is an art party, there is no such problem, you said earlier that the art museum is private, and it was built in 2005?"

"That's right."

"Well, those Inuit people were inexplicably attacked, and there were dead people, it is estimated that they will not just give up, and there should be someone to investigate in the future, this group of people should have sensed the danger, so they built this museum, counting the time of construction, it happened to be prepared after the last earthquake and the red aurora, in addition, it is open three times a week, and the rest of the time can be used for internal gatherings." Zhang Heng said lightly, "So the most likely place for the doctor to go after leaving his residence is also there." ”

Zhang Heng also knows these Songjia, and even because she is the aboriginal of the island, she knows more than Zhang Heng, but if it weren't for Zhang Heng to break it, Songjia would not be able to piece together these scattered seemingly unrelated things into a complete clue.

In fact, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Song Jia wouldn't have believed that anyone could do this kind of thing that only happens in TV dramas, and it wasn't until this moment that she really believed in the identity of Detective Zhang Heng and the purpose of the latter's visit to Greenland.

However, after learning that Dr. Baker was likely to run to the art museum, Song Jia couldn't help but hesitate, mainly there were only two people on their side, and according to Zhang Heng, the museum was likely to be the place where the mysterious small group gathered, not to mention how many enemies there were, the guards of the museum itself alone were probably enough for them to have a headache.

Song Jia wanted to call the police and the police would deal with it, but all they could do was Zhang Heng's guess.