Chapter 1125 The Black Magic Wizard
"Robert Miller's wife admitted that she was the murderer?" Lopez, who arrived at the hotel early in the morning, stared at his bloodshot eyes and felt like he had spent the whole night It's all in vain.
“She believed that her prayer to the Holy Spirit of Death led to her husband’s murder.” Jack told the story of their encounter last night with a dumbfounded expression.
“Although she chose to compromise after discovering her husband’s infidelity, she still felt resentful, so she chose to pray to the God of her faith, praying for misfortune for her husband.”
"Holy Mother." Lopez murmured and made the sign of the cross on his chest, "May the Lord forgive her sins."
"Anyway, this incident has given us new inspiration." Jack handed him a tablet. "I know that the Holy Spirit of Death is an illegal belief that is officially banned in Mexico. Even the statues of gods are strictly prohibited from public display, so it is necessary to Your help."
"If the murderer is the Holy Spirit of Death with a sickle, I think what you need is not me but a priest who can exorcise evil spirits." Lopez joked and looked at the tablet. The Holy Spirit of Death is wearing wedding dresses of three different colors.
“Red, black and gold?” Lopez understood what the FBI meant. “The two deceased persons were painted in the first two colors, so you think the murderer is probably the maniac of the Holy Spirit of Death. Believer?"
Jubal nodded, "Yes, this is not just a superstitious activity. Well, considering that the weapon used to kill the victim was a sickle, we think this is some kind of sacrificial ceremony belonging to the belief in the Holy Spirit of Death.
Of course, we noticed that there are other colored gods, which we collected from the Internet. There are different opinions, and some are completely contradictory. We are still trying to analyze them. ”
Lopez scratched his head in distress, "Okay, but the most contact I had with the Holy Spirit of Death was only when I was ordered to destroy the mobile shrines displayed on the streets.
The history of these heresies is quite long. The earliest It can be traced back to the 18th century, but it has been suppressed by the Catholic Church and is only spread by word of mouth among the lower classes. Even shrines or altars are secretly set up at home
But fortunately, you asked me to look for local religious groups involved in black magic and witchcraft last night, and I found out about a well-known black wizard in Tijuana. Maybe we can get more relevant information from him."
The Holy Spirit of Death is a product of a mixture of Catholicism and Aztec indigenous beliefs, mixed with various strange rituals and doctrines borrowed from other oblique religions such as Voodoo.
So a well-known local dark wizard can definitely be regarded as an expert in related fields.
"The guy's name is Julio Salazar, nicknamed 'Cuckoo'. According to one of my informants, even if this matter has nothing to do with him, he must know something."
Lopez He promised emphatically.
"'Du Juan' is regarded as the chief black magic wizard in this area. Even some drug trafficking groups will often find him to cast spells, hoping to bless their drug shipments smoothly."
"Maybe he is the murderer." Jack never had a good impression of this kind of magic weapon, so he called Clay and asked him to bring his equipment.
Hannah had no interest in black magic or anything like that, so Jack, Clay, and Jie Jie followed Lopez to Julio Salazar's shop near the red light district of Tijuana.
Others also stayed in the hotel, trying to search for some local news related to the Holy Spirit Death on the Internet.
“Are you kidding me?” Clay looked at the flashing neon sign in front of him, which also said that he was selling tarot cards, and looked at Lopez who was driving in disbelief.
“Of course not.” The latter shrugged, “When this guy is not doing those black magic rituals, he usually does palm reading and psychic reading for tourists here, and also sells some voodoo dolls. "Is this so-called chief black magic wizard so down-to-earth?" Jack shook his head speechlessly, got out of the car and put on a bulletproof vest.
Although he casually said before that this "cuckoo" might be the murderer just out of prejudice against this kind of magician, it is not completely impossible.
And considering that this guy also has dealings with drug cartels, it's always right to be cautious. Although the bulletproof vest may not be able to block black magic, it can definitely block bullets.
The decoration style of this small shop is similar to that of a divination hut run by gypsies, but the ingredients are much more complicated.
Jack doesn't know much about the so-called black magic, but the FBI still has some training for cultists, and he can also recognize a lot of symbols related to occultism.
Skull, Star of David, Talisman of Life, Pentagram, Hexagram, Ouroboros, Reverse Cross, and even the yin-yang fish and swastika that Jack is very familiar with can be seen here.
However, what really caught Jack's attention after pushing the door open was not these occult symbols that were confusing and confusing, but that in addition to the weird incense and herbal smell in the air, there was also a fresh smell. The smell of blood.
"Alert!" Jack pulled out his own gun directly. Others heard his reminder. Although they didn't know what happened, they immediately drew their guns and formed a tactical formation behind him.
The small store is divided into multiple small rooms, covered with thick curtains, and the light is very dim. Jack turns on the tactical flashlight, and the four people divide into two teams to search one by one.
After eliminating the risk from other rooms, the four of them came to the door of the innermost room, which was hung with thick curtains. The strong smell of blood coming from inside could be detected even by the other three whose senses were not as good as Jack's. arrive.
Lopez winked at Jiejie on the other side, and they both pulled up the curtains at the same time. Jack and Clay leaned forward, shining the tactical flashlights into the room.
A man was leaning on a chair with his back to the door. The candle lit on the table in front of him was still burning, becoming the only source of light in the room before everyone entered.
The tactical flashlight installed under the muzzle of the gun followed the movement of the muzzle, illuminating a large pool of semi-solidified blood under the chair.
"Dead."
Clay walked around the table and shined the light on the man's front. The horrific scene that followed made even a veteran SEAL couldn't help but shake his head. Shivered.
The deceased lowered his head, and his entire chest was soaked with blood, showing a horrific death like a bloody waterfall. The splattered blood even fell on the wall several meters away, forming a An abstract painting.
Of course, if it were just like this, it wouldn't be enough to scare Clay.
The moment Jack lifted the dead man's head up, Clay's eyes followed the light and moved to the corpse's face. There were two black holes of blood in the eye area.
"His eyes were gouged out."
"It seems that black magic did not protect this wizard." Jack's cold joke seemed a bit hellish.
(End of this chapter)