Demon Hunter and His Hut

　　 Roger frowned.

　　 He is almost certain that Mal was killed by the beast while following him.

　　 But why did Bob's father send someone to follow me?

　　 This makes Roger really confused. What does he want to investigate? Or what did he find?

　　 Being followed by someone, Roger first thought of Ivy. He had not been in this world for a long time, and there was not much overlap with other people. The most motivated person was Ivy.

but now…

　　 The clues are messy and disorderly, and you will get different results if you follow any one of them.

　　 "Tomorrow is Simpson's funeral. After the funeral, a memorial service will be held at their home. Do you want to go?"

　　 Amanda asked suddenly.

　　Roger nodded quickly, "Go ahead, and take a look at any clues by the way."

　　 The two exchanged a few more words, but Amanda obviously didn't know much, and Roger was inconvenient to tell Amanda a lot of information, and she left after a while.

　　 "I am very pleased to see you get along so well."

　　 While Roger was thinking about something, Andrin’s voice suddenly came from the door. Turning back, Andrin was wearing a house suit and walking towards Roger with two cups in her hand.

　　 "A cup of hot cocoa."

　　 "Ms. Andrin..."

　　 "Between Amanda and I..."

　　 Roger now feels as if he was caught by the other's parents when he was having a tryst with the little girl.

　　 "Hey, you don't need to be nervous."

　　 Seeing Roger's appearance, Andrin felt a little funny.

　　 "That's your young people's business, I won't interfere too much, if you really can talk..."

　　 "I am very optimistic about you..."

　　 "Amanda was not close to me since I was a child, and became more independent when he grew up. He has few friends at school, and I am really happy for her to see you can talk about it."

　　 "Although she often has a hard mouth, she is not so pleasant to speak, but she is not bad in her heart."

　　 Roger also nodded, "She is indeed a good girl."

　　 "Unfortunately, it's not a sorcerer..." He added silently in his heart.

what?

　　 Why do I think so?

　　 "Tomorrow is Simpson's funeral. I have prepared a formal suit for you. Although you only met once, I think you should be able to send him the last time."

　　 "No problem." Roger nodded.

　　 After a few more small chats, Andrin left, and Roger got up and just wanted to close the door, when a small redheaded head suddenly got in.

　　 Amanda looked at Roger warily, "What did Mom say to you?"

　　 "Talk about the embarrassment of peeing on your pants when you were a kid."

　　 Roger has a black line on his face.

　　 "Really?"

　　 Amanda almost exploded her hair.

"fake."

　　 Roger replied helplessly.

　　 "Roger!"

　　 "I'm sorry, Miss Amanda, I'm very sleepy, I'm going to bed, good night!"

　　 Roger waved his hand and slammed the door without waiting for Amanda to respond.

　　 After a while, a note was suddenly inserted under the door, "It's dangerous outside now. You are not allowed to go out at night."

　　 "I will stare at you!"

　　 drew a fierce grimace at the end.

　　 With a warm heart, Roger tore the paper to pieces.

　　Before he had certain things, he really didn't plan to go into the woods at night. On the one hand, he would be more likely to be attacked by wild beasts. On the other hand, he was also a little worried.

　　Is the other party simply stalking, or is there something else?

　　 Locked the door, Roger sat on the carpet in front of the bed.

　　 He took off his upper body clothes, brought the skin and the air directly into contact, took a deep breath, then exhaled, closed his eyes, the breath gradually became longer, and then began to meditate according to the method described in the manual.

　　 After a while, he opened his eyes helplessly.

　　 There have been too many things recently, and there are many doubts lingering in his mind, and his thoughts are messy, making him unable to calm down.

　　 He found the concentration potion he had hidden, thought about it and put it back.

　　 This thing is really amazing, but if you don’t fall asleep in the hunter’s hut, you will not be able to fully recover your energy even for two or three days if you just rely on natural sleep.

　　 There is still something to do tomorrow.

　　 Empty your mind, adjust your breathing...

After a while, Roger opened his eyes again.

"Or not."

　　 In fact, physical training and spiritual training are completely opposite.

　　 One extreme movement and the other extreme silence.

　　 This is also the reason why there are very few part-time talents.

　　 is like in real life, it is extremely difficult to expect a sportsman to become a prince of music.

　　 The concentration potion on the table reflected a special brilliance in the moonlight. Seeing this scene, Roger suddenly thought of it.

　　 He took a glass of water, and then carefully dropped a few drops of the concentration potion.

　　 After a little stirring, raise your head and drink the water in the glass.

　　The potion works quickly, but the effect is much weaker than before.

　　 But this is exactly what Roger wanted to see.

　　 He closed his eyes again.

　　 This time, the brain quickly became calm, and his chest was undulating according to a special rhythm, as if a warm current was injected into his mind.

　　 I don’t know how long it took. When Roger opened his eyes again and glanced at the wall clock on the wall at random, two hours had passed.

　　 It seems that meditation counteracts exhaustion, and there is no side effect of taking concentration medicine in the brain. Roger was delighted when he discovered this.

　　 This means that he can use meditation to replace sleep every night.

　　 And with the improvement of his strength, he may be able to gradually get out of the potion and actively enter a state of meditation. UU reading www.uukANAshu. com

　　 Until then, he can even try to use concentration potions after leaving the hunter's cabin.

　　 As long as the lost energy can be restored through meditation afterwards, but meditation is not omnipotent, it cannot replace real sleep, after all, it cannot restore physical fatigue.

　　 It was close to midnight, and Roger carefully came to the window to observe the street outside through the gap in the curtain.

　　 Soon after, he really found some anomalies.

　　 "There are people in that blue Ford."

　　 Under the dimly yellow street lamp, Roger's eyes naturally couldn't penetrate the car window, but long-term observation made him notice the occasional shaking of the car body.

　　 Even couples who want to fight in the field would not choose this kind of residential area, near midnight, who would be bored enough to sit in a car alone?

　　 After writing down the license plate number, Roger ignored it, sat down cross-legged, and started a new round of meditation.

　　 time and time again, until the sky is bright.

　　 He opened his eyes, his mind was clear and energetic, but his body became very stiff from sitting cross-legged all night.

　　 "It would be nice if this thing can be practiced lying down."

　　 Roger thought a little greedy.

　　 The breakfast was simple but nutritious. After the meal, little Jack was picked up by his aunt, and Andrew took Roger and two to Simpson's home.

　　 It was a small two-story building near the edge of the town. The paint on the outside of the house was peeling off. It seemed that the financial situation of Simpson's family was not very good.

　　 Although the Simpsons’ house looks run-down, there is a large courtyard behind, and he is about to be buried in the family cemetery behind.

When 　　 got out of the car, Roger inadvertently caught a glimpse of an unremarkable blue Ford parked on the side of the road.