"Our affairs are none of your concern," Song Jia said, clearly not taking the lame man's warning to heart.
After a pause, she added, "You said you were different from the people downstairs. Then let me ask separately: who are you, and who were those people downstairs?"
"The people who died downstairs were Fanatics of the Voodoo Cult. Of course, not the Voodoo Cult you know—the one originating in West Africa that plays around with corpses. No, strictly speaking, they are the Voodoo Cult you know, except someone else has taken over their nest." The lame man was indeed cooperative, answering every question put to him.
"Taken over their nest?"
"Yes. Their original god declined, or rather... it was never particularly powerful to begin with. In any case, it was replaced by another, more powerful existence, and some of the followers were transformed as well. As far as I know, many Voodoo Cults outside Africa are no longer the same as the original one. Even in Africa, a small portion has changed."
"Why did those Fanatics attack Ollie and Alesha? And where did Doctor Beck go? I saw his car in the parking lot outside. He should have been here not long ago."
"They attacked those two Inuit because the Inuit had been tracking their whereabouts and had been pressing them hard lately. As for the doctor, he did come here to retrieve something. But after taking it, he left. I don't know where he went."
The lame man had barely finished speaking when Zhang Heng took out the Small Knife again. Song Jia had not even finished translating, forcing him to reluctantly change his answer. "All right, I lied just now. Doctor Beck did come here, but he's dead now."
Zhang Heng frowned at that. Saving Ollie and Alesha