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Chapter 1125 Dark Magic Wizard

"Robert Mueller's wife admitted that she was the murderer?" Lopez, who rushed to the hotel early in the morning, stared with bloodshot eyes, feeling that he had worked in vain all night.

"She believes that her prayer to the Holy Death led to her husband's murder." Jack recounted their experience last night with a helpless look on his face.

".After she discovered her husband's infidelity, she chose to compromise, but she still felt resentful, so she chose to pray to the god of her faith, praying that her husband would suffer misfortune."

"Holy Mother," Lopez murmured and made the sign of the cross on his chest. "May God forgive her sins."

"Anyway, this incident has given us some new inspiration." Jack handed him a tablet. "I know that the Holy Death is an illegal belief banned by the government in Mexico. Even the statues are strictly prohibited from being displayed publicly, so I need your help."

"If the murderer is the Holy Death holding a scythe, I think what you need is not me but a priest who can exorcise demons." Lopez made a joke and looked at the Holy Death wearing three different colored wedding dresses on the tablet.

"Red, black, and gold?" Lopez understood what the FBI meant. "The two dead were painted in the first two colors, so you think the murderer is most likely a fanatic believer of the Holy Death?"

Jubal nodded and said, "Yes, this is not just a superstitious activity. Considering that the murder weapon used to kill the victim was a sickle, we believe that this is some kind of sacrificial ritual belonging to the belief in the Holy Death God.

Of course, we noticed that there are other colors of statues. The statements we collected from the Internet are different, and some are completely contradictory. We are still trying to analyze them. "

Lopez scratched his head in annoyance, "Okay, but my most recent contact with the Holy Death was limited to destroying the mobile shrines displayed on the streets.

These heresies have a very long history, dating back to the 18th century, but have always been suppressed by the Catholic Church and have only been passed on by word of mouth among the lower classes. Even the shrines or altars were secretly set up at home.

But luckily, you asked me to look for local religious groups involved in black magic and witchcraft last night. I found out about a famous black wizard in Tijuana. Maybe we can get more information from him."

The Holy Death is a product of the mixture of Catholicism and Aztec indigenous beliefs, mixed with various strange rituals and doctrines borrowed from other religions such as voodoo.

Therefore, a famous local dark wizard can definitely be considered an expert in the relevant field.

"That 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 promised solemnly.

"'Dujuan' is regarded as the chief dark magic wizard in this area. Even some drug trafficking groups often look for him to cast spells, hoping to bless their drug shipments to go smoothly."

"Maybe he is the murderer." Jack never had a good impression of this kind of charlatan. He called Clay and asked him to bring his equipment.

Hannah had no interest in black magic, so Jack, Clay, and Jie Jie followed Lopez to Julio Salazar's shop near Tijuana's red light district.

Others also stayed in the hotel, trying to search for some local information related to the Holy Death on the Internet.

"Are you kidding?" Clay looked at the flashing neon sign in front of him that said "a shop selling tarot cards" and looked at Lopez who was driving with some disbelief.

"Of course not." The latter shrugged. "When this guy is not doing those black magic rituals, he usually reads palms and communicates with the spirits for tourists here. He also sells some voodoo dolls and other religious items."

Is this so-called chief dark magic wizard so down-to-earth? Jack also shook his head speechlessly, got out of the car and put on his bulletproof vest.

Although he had previously casually said that this "Dujuan" might be the murderer only out of prejudice against this kind of charlatan, it was not completely impossible.

And considering that this guy has dealings with drug cartels, it's always better to be cautious. Although a bulletproof vest may not be able to block black magic, it can definitely block bullets.

The decoration style of this shop is similar to that of a gypsy fortune-telling hut, but the composition is much more complicated.

Jack didn't know much about the so-called black magic, but the FBI had received some training on cults, and he could recognize many symbols related to the occult.

Skulls, Stars of David, Symbols of Life, Pentagrams, Hexagrams, Ouroboros, Inverted Crosses, and even the Yin-Yang fish and swastika that Jack is quite familiar with can all be seen here.

However, what really attracted Jack's attention after pushing the door open was not the complicated and mysterious occult symbols, but the fresh smell of blood in the air in addition to the strange incense and herbal smell.

"Be alert!" Jack immediately drew his pistol. When the others heard his reminder, although they didn't know what was happening, they immediately drew their guns and formed a tactical formation behind him.

The shop was divided into several small rooms, which were hung with thick curtains and the light was very dim. Jack turned on the tactical flashlight and the four of them divided into two teams to search one by one.

After eliminating the risks in other rooms, the four 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 people whose five senses were not as good as Jack's.

Lopez winked at Jie Jie on the other side, and the two of them pulled up the curtain at the same time. Jack and Clay leaned forward, shining the tactical flashlights in their hands into the house.

A man was leaning on a chair with his back to the door. The candle 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 moved with the movement of the muzzle, illuminating a large pool of half-coagulated blood under the chair.

"died."

Clay walked around the table and shone the light towards the man's front. The horrifying scene that followed made even the battle-hardened former SEAL shudder.

The deceased hung his head, his entire chest soaked in blood, a horrifying death like a blood waterfall. The splattered blood even fell on the wall several meters away, forming an abstract painting.

Of course, if it were just this, it wouldn't be enough to scare Clay.

The moment Jack lifted up the dead man's head, Clay's gaze followed the light to the corpse's face, and there were two black bloody holes in the area of ​​the eyes.

"His eyes were gouged out."

"It seems that dark magic cannot protect this wizard." Jack's cold joke sounded a bit hellish.