Demon Hunter and His Hut

　　 A car slowly stopped in front of the mental hospital.

　　 The last light of the sun disappeared in the sky, and night was approaching.

　　 A young man in a FedEx uniform got out of the car, and he rang the doorbell.

　　 "Hello FedEx, there is a mail from Mr. Rooney." The young man's face was hidden in the shadow, and he couldn't really see it in the dim environment.

　　 Soon, the door of the hospital opened, and a young female nurse walked out quickly.

　　 "Doctor Rooney is busy, let me sign for him."

　　 "Please show your ID, I need to register it." The young man answered formulaically.

"Ok."

　　 The female nurse lowered her head and searched for her ID. When she raised her head, she couldn't help but glance at the staff in front of her.

　　 "I rarely see such a handsome courier..."

　　 "Please be sure to hand over the mail to Mr. Rooney." The young man exclaimed, with a warm voice that made people subconsciously want to listen.

　　 After speaking, he took the receipt and turned to the car.

　　 Watching the car go away, the female nurse closed the door and walked quickly back to the hospital. After a while, she came to the door again. This time she opened the door and let a car drive into the hospital.

　　 "Where is Dr. Rooney? Take me to see him." Henrik said.

　　 "Please come with me, two of you."

　　 All the way down the elevator, it didn't take long for Roger and the two to arrive at Rooney's office.

　　 "What's the matter?" Henrik asked impatiently.

　　 "Not long after you left, Hannum suddenly reacted. His body was shaking violently, as if he was struggling to sit up."

　　 Rooney said as he walked, and soon took Roger and two to the door of Hannum Ward again.

　　 In the room, Hannum's body is still shaking, and he wears a special mask on his mouth.

　　 "Many patients often bite their tongues in this crazy situation..." Rooney explained.

　　 "You didn't give him medicine, did you?"

　　 Henrik asked.

　　 If Rooney gave Hannum a tranquilizer or something, they won’t get any clues tonight.

"No."

　　 seemed to perceive someone coming in, and Hannum's jitter suddenly increased. His eyes were extremely wide, and his pupils were filled with endless fear.

　　 "You mentioned on the phone that he spoke."

"What did he say?"

　　 Roger asked suddenly.

　　 Rooney shook his head, "Forget it, it's just some nonsense. Maybe this is not an improvement, but a sign of worsening."

　　 When he said this, Rooney flashed faintly on his face.

　　 Although he hated Hannum for his bones, he had nowhere to vent his anger in the face of a living dead. At this time, Hannum reacted, but he suddenly became happy.

"What did he say?"

　　 Henrik asked, with some majesty in his tone.

　　 "I didn't hear too well, and I don't know if there is a problem with his head, he just kept repeating one sentence."

　　 "It's not me... it's Hannum!"

　　 Henrik and Roger were taken aback.

　　 "This is not what nonsense is, maybe he wants to say a complete sentence, but in the end he only spit out so few syllables..."

　　 Rooney is still talking to himself, but Roger and Henrik know that things are definitely not that simple.

　　 "You go out first, leave it to us here!" Henrik ordered.

　　 Rooney was obviously hesitant, but seeing the determination on Henrik’s face, he could only nod, “Well, I just remembered that I just arrived at a courier, which is a medical record. I can just check it out.”

　　 Rooney gave himself an excuse, closed the door and left.

　　 "It's not me... It seems that the manor tragedy a few months ago really has nothing to do with that Gilmore!"

　　 Roger frowned.

　　 "But why did he say...Hannum?"

　　 "Is it really like Rooney just said?"

　　 Roger suddenly thought of a possibility, "Could this guy not be the real Hannum!"

　　 "Are there any special methods in the Transcendent Realm that can completely disguise one person as another person!?"

　　 Henrik nodded, "Such a method does exist... but the conditions are very demanding, and it is difficult to achieve under normal circumstances."

　　 "Compared to that, it is obviously more convenient to directly spend a lot of money on plastic surgery."

　　 Henrik took a step forward, "Untie his bondage, let's try to see if we can communicate with him."

　　Roger pulled off the leather buckle on Hannum's body, and at the same time took off the mask on his face.

　　 "Uh...uh..."

　　 Hannum was drooling, and his gaze at Roger revealed infinite prayers. He opened his mouth wide and stammered: "No...not...me!"

　　 "It's... Hannum!"

　　 When he said the name, there was infinite fear in his eyes.

　　 "It would be great if there was a real psychic here, at least it can help him cleanse his soul, make him mentally peaceful, and become calmer."

　　 Henrik took out a brown bottle the size of a thumb. He opened the cork and moved the mouth of the bottle to Hannum's nostril.

　　 After taking a couple of deep breaths, Hannum's mood seemed to stabilize a lot, but he still couldn't control his body, just said a word repeatedly.

　　 "What do you smell for him?"

　　 "A little potion that calms the blood."

　　 Henrik sighed, "The effect is limited. This guy is in a very wrong state. Someone performed a ritual on him. It looks like some kind of voodoo!"

　　 "I don't know much about this aspect. If you find a professional, you may be able to solve this state of his body, and then get the information we want."

　　 "Let's go, let's leave here first, I'll make a call and see if I can get some support." Henrik reached out to tie Hannum up.

　　 But at this moment, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Roger suddenly spoke.

　　 "Wait a minute."

　　 "I may have a way."

　　 "You?" Henrik was taken aback.

　　Roger stepped forward and approached Hannum, he leaned down and stared into Hannum's eyes.

　　 "Calm down, I will ask you to answer, and if you are sure, I will make a response."

"what…"

　　 Hannum's throat sounded a short scale.

　　 "Very well, it seems that you are sane, but you can't control your body, right?"

what…

　　 Hannum continued to respond.

　　 got the answer he wanted, Mawson took out a metal test tube the thickness of a thumb.

"what is this?"

　　 "A little inheritance from the family, but this thing should temporarily solve his abnormal state."

　　 "As long as we drink it, we may be able to know the truth from this guy's mouth."

"is there any side-effects?"

　　 Henrik asked cautiously.

　　 "Not worse than his current state..."

　　 Roger thought about it carefully, and the side effects of drinking the concentration medicine seemed to be very similar to Hannum's current situation.

　　 "Okay, give him a drink!"

　　 Henrik quickly made up his mind.

　　 Open the stopper and pour the cold liquid into the mouth.

　　 Only ten seconds later, Hannum's body suddenly stopped swinging, and then suddenly sat up from the bed!

　　 "I didn't do it!"

　　 "Hannum killed everyone!"

　　 "I'm just an equestrian instructor, I don't know anything!"

　　 Roger was shocked, he and Henrik looked at each other and couldn't help but blurt out:

　　 "Are you Gilmour?!"