Chapter 1125 Dark Magic Wizard

"Robert Mueller's wife admitted that she was the murderer?" Lopez, who arrived at the hotel early in the morning, stared at his bloodshot eyes, feeling that his work all night had been in vain.

"She believed that her prayers 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.

"After discovering 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 for misfortune for her husband."

"Holy Mother," Lopez murmured, crossing herself on her 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 holding a scythe, I think what you need is not me but a priest who can exorcise demons." Lopez joked and looked at the Holy Spirit of Death on the tablet wearing wedding dresses of three different colors.

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

Jubal nodded and said, "Yes, this is no longer just a superstitious activity. Considering that the weapon used to kill the victim was a sickle, we think this is some kind of sacrificial ritual belonging to the belief in the Holy Spirit Death.

Of course, we have noticed that there are statues of gods in other colors. The opinions collected from the Internet are different, and some are completely contradictory. We are still trying hard 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.

These heresies have a long history, dating back to the 18th century. However, they have been suppressed by the Catholic Church and are only spread by word of mouth among the lower classes. Even shrines or altars are secretly set up at home.

But fortunately, last night you asked me to look for local religious groups involved in black magic and witchcraft. 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.

Therefore, 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 assured.

"'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 liked 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 and said it was a shop selling tarot cards. He 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 readings and psychic readings for tourists here. He also sells some religious supplies such as 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 didn't know much about the so-called black magic, but the FBI still had some training on cults, and he could recognize a lot of symbols related to occultism.

Skulls, Stars of David, Talisman of Life, Pentagrams, Hexagrams, Ouroboros, Reverse Cross, and even the yin-yang fish and swastikas 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 confusing occult symbols, but the smell of fresh blood in the air in addition to the strange smell of incense and herbs.

"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 was divided into multiple small rooms, covered 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 risk 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 by even the other three whose senses were not as good as Jack's.

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

A man leaned on a chair with his back to the door. The candle on the table in front of him was still burning, becoming the only light source in the room before everyone entered.

The tactical flashlight installed under the muzzle of the gun illuminated a large pool of half-coagulated blood under the chair as the muzzle moved.

"Dead."

Clay walked around the table and shone the light on the front of the man. The horrific scene that followed made even the former SEAL who had experienced many battles shudder.

The dead man lowered his head, and his entire chest was soaked in blood, presenting a horrifying death like a bloody waterfall. The spurting blood even fell on the wall several meters away, forming an abstract painting.

Of course, if it was just this, it would not be enough to scare Clay.

At the moment when Jack lifted the dead man's head, Clay's sight moved with the light to the face of the corpse, and there were two black blood holes in the eyes.

"His eyes were dug out."

"It seems that the dark magic did not protect this wizard." Jack's cold joke seemed a bit hellish.