Only a few people spend 400,000 yuan a night to experience the customs of the remnants.
But interviewing these people is very time-consuming.
Not only do dignitaries and foreign friendly people speak complicated languages, they are also responsible for photographing the environment where these people live.
Some small details also began to catch everyone's attention.
Seeing that there were beautiful women in cool clothes in several rooms, Xu Zhi finally understood what it meant to experience the customs of the survivors.
Although the charges are high, they are reasonable.
The murders of the survivors must have been committed by these people, and the people in the residential area have the strongest connection with the disappearance of Aldridge.
"No wonder these people are so cooperative."
"They are all anxious to get rid of suspicion."
The Bolívar brothers and sisters had a great eye-opening experience and kept talking in low voices.
When it was our turn to go to the tent area, it took much less time.
Many entrants to be interviewed opened their tents early in the morning to understand the interview process, and these people even took the initiative to answer questions.
Although there were nearly 600 people, the interview speed was obviously much faster than in residential areas.
"Xu Zhi, do you know the sign language of the survivors?"
"Won't."
Do you want to listen to sign language, level 8 listening, and level 1 Erathian?
This time, I was assisted by a guardian translator.
The census of survivors cannot be missed either.
Combining sketches, portraits, and gestures, the translator slowly expressed his meaning, trying to help the survivors figure out their problems.
"We know nothing."
"That adult can fly, but we can't fly. How can we catch up with him?"
"I don't know. I don't know."
"You haven't given our beautiful Chris an explanation yet."
"The city lord is still praying in the temple. I really hope he can recover."
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The jabbering words of the survivors made the translator very confused. She expressed her meaning clearly, but it was also a very difficult process to understand the words of the survivors.
"They probably don't know anything," the translator finally concluded in a nutshell.
"Would you like to pat the body of the survivor woman?"
After so many interviews, Bolli's throat was dry. From morning to night, and now it was almost dark, she completed this 'just' work.
"The most important thing is, please take pictures of every detail on that woman's body."
The survivors will not decay quickly in the cave.
It was important to photograph Chrissy’s condition, but compared to catching traces of the murder scene that might be destroyed, the shot of Chrissy’s body was put at the end.
"Let's go to their white church."
The place where Chris' body is placed is in a large white temple building.
The upper steps at the bottom of the temple are nearly 80 meters long and 40 meters wide.
The temple is surrounded by two rows of huge stone columns on three sides, nearly a hundred in number.
The stone pillars are ten meters high, carved with various exquisite patterns, and support an even larger roof.
This is a place large enough to hold thousands of people praying.
Under the underdeveloped industrial conditions, a huge masonry city could be built, and even Xu Zhi had to admire the creative ability of the survivors with these large-scale buildings with unique styles in front of him.
Standing in the center of the hall, surrounded by huge stone pillars like a forest, blocking the view everywhere, a mysterious and deep feeling suddenly arises.
The faint sound of Sanskrit music came, making people's minds return to peace.
In the center of the temple is a warrior-shaped statue more than ten meters high, holding a sword and a shield, which is majestic.
Next to the warrior statue, there are two more female statues more than six meters high.
A statue of a female god with a peaceful face, holding a book in her left hand and turning pages with her right hand.
Another female statue holds a purifying bottle, as if she wants to spread the water in the bottle to the earth.
Below the statue of the god is a large altar.
Xu Zhi was no stranger to altars. He had seen such altars in Adini City before in the high-altitude ruins of Jianmen Mountain.
According to Kemoluo, who is not very reliable, the altar is a place where the God of Light watches, where one can receive divine grace, drive away evil and restore peace of mind.
The last time it was Caitlin lying on the altar, this time it was the city lord's dead young daughter, Chrissy.
Including the city lord, more than a dozen of his family members, and an old priest wearing a brown sacrificial robe were praying constantly.
The bursts of Sanskrit music originated from the pastor's lead singing, followed by the city lord's mansion and others' accompanying singing.
For the many guardians, Xu Zhi and others who came with instruments, these people did not have any change in their expressions. They continued to murmur in low voices and pray continuously.
"Anyway, someone died. Let's go and have a little communication first."
Before the shooting, the guardians had a brief discussion, and then the translator walked up to the city lord and others, constantly making gestures with his hands.
"Evil people, you will be punished one day."
It seemed that he had been kneeling for a long time. The city lord staggered a little when he stood up. He supported his body and stood up, looking submissive.
"Let our civilization be interrupted, humiliate our people, raise us like pigs, and kill my daughter."
Facing the translator's gestures, the city lord replied with some irrelevant words, with a strange complimentary smile on his face.
"We can't find any justice, but one day, the Queen will return and pour her wrath on your land."
"When that day comes, Vickers will take off this puppet costume and charge forward as a soldier wearing armor."
"Erasians will never succumb to aliens."
He paused, raised his hand, and asked the guards to act as they pleased.
"Chris, there is only so much my father can do for you."
Relying on the fact that outsiders could not understand the ancient Erathian language, the city lord was extremely bold.
His words seemed to be addressed to himself, but also to everyone who was still kneeling on the ground.
Xu Zhi saw a young man struggling to get up with a look of reluctance on his face, his head raised slightly and then dropped.
From the words of the city lord Vickers, Aldrich's disappearance may have some connection with these survivors.
But why wasn't he going to kill the real murderer in the residential area, but instead he turned his anger on Aldrich?
Is it lack of ability?
Still very dissatisfied with Aldrich's handling of the situation.
The images from the Bollifilm camera flashed through Xu Zhi's mind, and he thought silently about what he had seen and heard today, shaking his head constantly in his mind.
Aldrich's decision at the time was already quite compromised.
It's just that Aldrich couldn't survive the duration of the cave.
In addition to being intimidated by the murderer, he also suffered the dissatisfied revenge from the survivors.
Chris on the altar had put back on her thin clothes, her body had become stiff, her eyes were sunken, and her face had no trace of blood and was extremely pale.
Bolipiel touched it slightly, and instantly retracted his hand like a little rabbit.
“Good ice”
"Of course the body will be cold after death, don't touch it," Bolivar warned.
"Take off your clothes and conduct an autopsy." A guardian commanded coldly, and then said warmly to Boli Pian Er: "Please also make this last record, so that we can also have an explanation."
"no problem."
The tickets were taken back, and the money for the equipment was also earned back. This strange trip to the cave was equivalent to a free gift. Bolli Piere answered simply.
Compared with what we saw before, the female corpse had several more black patterns on her body that looked like tattoos.
Xu Zhi just looked at it and then retracted his eyes.
His eyes scanned the three statues in the temple.
I looked at it with great interest.
"Prayer to the God of War."
"Reciting prayers silently can gain the courage of the God of War."
Xu Zhi silently read the sacrificial prayers carved under the huge warrior statue.
A little strange feeling arose in my heart.
After reading the prayer, he just looked up and saw what seemed to be a golden light falling from the statue of the God of War.