Demon Hunter and His Hut

　　 Haunted Manor: A tragic murder occurred in Sir Hannum's manor, where ghosts wandered and would continue to hunt and kill those who disturbed his sleep.

　　 Soothes the dead and traces the source to find out the secret of Hannum Manor.

reward:……

　　 Roger barked his teeth.

　　 This ellipsis is fascinating. It means that the reward is unknown, or is it... it is omitted?

　　 In addition to this task, there is a beast attack task on the notice board, but what makes Roger feel strange is that he and Henrik have found the murderer behind the scenes, and Sherman has also died.

　　 But the strange thing is that the status of this task has not been updated, it still shows that it is not completed, and the writing on it is looming, and it seems that it may disappear at any time.

　　 "Is the direction of the mission investigation wrong?"

　　 It was noon, and the two ordered a set of burgers. Roger thought about it and planned to ask Henrik’s opinion.

　　 "Sherman is dead, and his accomplices ran away again. The root cause and hidden dangers of the beast attack have been resolved, and the task has been completed at this point."

　　 "Will we have any clues that we have missed?"

　　 "What did you find?" Henrik asked rhetorically.

　　Roger's heart was stunned. It seemed that his repeated inquiries made Henrik suspicious.

　　 "No, it just feels a bit too smooth." He explained casually.

　　 "Gudong!"

　　 Henrik drank the beer in his glass comfortably, and hiccuped a satisfied drink.

　　 "Boy, that's because you met me."

　　 he said boldly.

　　 "You have to remember." Henrik lowered his voice.

　　 "We are demon hunters, not police."

　　 "The truth is not important to us. What we have to do is to discover the root cause of the disaster, solve it, and try to minimize the impact of those things on ordinary people."

　　 "Try your best, understand?"

　　 Roger nodded as if he knew nothing.

　　Life is not a game after all, he still has a lot to learn.

　　 After eating and drinking, Henrik went to a nearby alley and walked out in a short while whistling.

　　 "I have inquired clearly."

　　 "It's just a few ordinary punks who do some sneaky activities."

　　He started the car, "Let's go, let's meet some parties."

　　…………

　　 In a gathering place for residents on the edge of Marsh Town, a deafening sound of music came from a house with peeling walls.

　　 In the room, several young men and women were leaning forward and backward.

　　 They collapsed on the sofa in twos and threes, with greasy hair and pale faces. There was still uneaten pizza on the table. The man's gasp and the sound of the wooden bed swaying could be heard in the back room of the living room.

　　 "You tmd give me a little voice!"

　　 a young man in a vest yelled irritably.

　　 "Haha, Gilmour, you must be envious of Lao Tzu's long-lasting, don't look at your face like a woman, but compared to a certain aspect of ability, you are still far behind!"

　　 There was a loud laughter from the room, instead of lowering the voice, the battle situation seemed to be getting worse.

　　 "Damn it!"

　　 The young man named Gilmore shook his head irritably, picked up the already chilled pizza on the table and ate it.

　　 "Oh, God..."

　　 A young black man sitting next to Gilmour sighed, "Please stop mentioning that word."

　　 "I now have nightmares every night, and I have to do something to get myself to sleep."

　　 "The experience that day was really a nightmare!"

　　 A trace of panic appeared on the face of the young black man.

　　 "Don't be afraid, baby, it's all an illusion."

　　 A black girl got out of his arms, "We were all drunk that night, and the things Gilmour got were a bit more stamina. In that environment, it's normal to see some hallucinations."

　　 "A bunch of cowards!"

　　 Gilmour curled his lips. "That guy Del is a pervert. Sooner or later he will play himself to death. It's no surprise that he died there."

　　 Someone grumbled.

　　 "Haha, what's so scary?"

　　 The door of the room opened, and a burly white youth strode out, "Tell me to say that we should go again. Doing something in that place is countless times more exciting than outside!"

　　 "Oh, no!"

　　 "I never want to go to that kind of ghost place anymore!"

　　 A voice came from behind the white youth.

　　 A thin man in a tank top and pants walked out from behind him.

　　 "Don't worry, baby, I will protect you." The strong white man turned and comforted.

　　咚咚咚!

　　 Just then, there was a knock on the door outside the house.

　　 Everyone glanced at each other, their eyes filled with doubts.

　　 The black girl turned down the volume of the music.

　　 "Who?!" Gilmour asked in a deep voice.

"Policemen!"

　　 The voice of a middle-aged man came from outside the door.

　　 Everyone's complexion changed drastically, Gilmour gesticulated frantically, and at the same time asked loudly, "This gentleman, can I help you?"

　　 "Regarding the death incident at Hannum Manor a few days ago, there are still some details that require your cooperation in the investigation."

　　 "Please, police officer, you have asked us many times."

　　 Gilmour delayed as much as possible.

　　 "Open the door!"

　　 can answer him is the deepening voice outside the door.

　　 The door opened.

　　 Henrik and Roger walked into the room.

　　 "Find a clean room." Henrik raised the file in Yang's hand.

　　 "Sir, I need to see your credentials."

　　 Gilmour said unhurriedly.

　　 Looking at the documents Henrik handed over, Gilmour pretended to ask casually, "Are you from the police station? Officer Tom..."

　　 "Put away your little tricks!"

　　Henrik interrupted Gilmour indifferently~www.wuxiahere.com~ I don't know what the so-called Tom is, nor is he from the police station. "

　　 He looked at Gilmour with a gloomy look, "Are you planning to obediently cooperate with me in the investigation, or want to try if your brain is hard with my bullets!"

　　 "Dare to threaten us?!"

　　 A very big young man with long hair suddenly opened the drawer on the coffee table, he yelled, and took out a gun from it.

　　 "Believe it or not, I'll open it on your head..."

　　 Before he could say anything, a figure flashed in front of him, then his wrist hurt, and the gun in his hand was kicked high.

　　 Roger kicked the gun in the hands of the long-haired youth, turned around and hit the opponent's chest.

"what……!"

　　 The long-haired young man let out a scream, and just then there was a scream from behind, "They are not police!"

　　 "Fuck them!"

　　 Usually these guys may not be so impulsive, but at this time they have taken a lot of drugs, their spirits are in a state of excitement, and they can't stand the slightest provocation.

　　 The strong white man picked up a chair next to him and rushed up with a roar.

　　 But at this moment, the cold light flashed before his eyes, and the strong white man only felt a chill on his cheeks.

　　咚!

　　 There was a muffled noise behind him, followed by the screams of her boyfriend.

　　 The brawny man turned his head in a panic. Not far behind him, his boyfriend's right hand was pierced by a sharp short knife, and then firmly nailed to the wall.

　　 The brawny man felt a warmth on his cheeks. He stretched out his hand to touch it, and the red blood covered his entire palm.

　　 "Who wants to try?"

　　 Roger drew out the knife on the table, his indifferent gaze swept across the others.