Demon Hunter and His Hut

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Roger smiled and said goodbye to Travis' mother.

"You are Betty's friend, and you are also my friend."

The middle-aged woman's attitude eased a lot, and even sent Roger to the door.

Opening the door, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the edge of the house, plated with a faint red light.

In the distance, a group of people were rushing towards the depths of the swamp. In a daze, Roger felt that a figure walking in front looked a bit similar to Betty.

"Do you want to go to the swamp at so late?"

Roger asked casually.

"This is our custom here. Only at midnight can we hear the call of our ancestors and get in touch with the gods."

Roger didn't say anything, said hello, and left.

He drove the car out of the gathering place, the sun gradually disappeared from the horizon, and the surroundings became dim.

As he drove the car into a bush on the side of the road, Roger broke down some branches to cover it.

After doing this, he packed up his things and quietly returned to the gathering place.

He was inconvenient to ask about many things just now, so he planned to sneak in and investigate.

When it was completely dark, Roger made a big circle and slowly approached Travis's house.

Taking advantage of the cover of the night, he used the tools provided by Henrik to pry open a window on the second floor and sneak in silently.

He was like a civet cat without making a sound.

A woman's prayer came downstairs.

Roger listened carefully and found that it was a language he hadn't heard before, and his voice was quick and dull.

There are a total of 4 rooms on the second floor. Roger opened one of them. The furniture in the room looks old, but it's well maintained. It looks like it should be the master bedroom.

Roger walked forward and gently opened the door of the opposite room.

Without turning on the light, the room was dim, but this did not affect Roger's vision, the single bed desk computer.

Obviously this is Travis's room. The room should be cleaned regularly, so it has been some time since Travis's death, but the room doesn't seem messy.

Roger closed the door and rummaged in the room quickly.

Travis is black, and Danielle is white. With the exclusiveness of this town, Travis's mother is absolutely impossible to allow her son to find a white girl as a girlfriend.

The pages of the books, the corners of the room, the bottom of the bed, and the drawers, Roger searched carefully, but unfortunately he found nothing.

"Is there no trace left?"

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps on the other side of the stairs, and Roger was shocked. Travis' room was facing the corridor, and it was too late for him to rush out now.

With a quick glance, Roger moved to behind the door.

Behind the door is a simple hanger, which should be covered with Travis's clothes at ordinary times, but now it is empty and can't hide a person at all.

The footsteps stopped at the door.

Roger took a deep breath. If Travis' mother found him, he would have to escape.

When this happened, the middle-aged woman was already very difficult, and Roger did not want to conflict with her.

"squeak!"

The door was opened.

The shadow of the woman instantly filled the room.

Roger is ready at any time.

But at this moment, the middle-aged woman stepped forward and closed the door.

Then there was a sound of flipping keys, and another door next to it was opened.

"boom!"

The door closed tightly.

"Lock it in your own room?"

Roger was taken aback for a moment. He pricked up his ears, but heard the faint voice from the crack of the door.

"Don't be afraid, my dear baby..."

"You have... don't worry..."

Then there was a faint cry.

Roger quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

What the middle-aged woman shows at this time is like the emotion that a mother who has lost her son should have.

Click.

Roger was just about to come out of the corner, but his toes kicked into the corner of the cabinet next to him unconsciously.

There was a soft noise.

The wooden block in the corner of the cabinet suddenly popped out, revealing a slap-sized gap.

Happy in my heart.

Roger bent down and took out an iron box from the gap.

Open the tin box and put a few photos on it.

Roger recognized the girl in the photo at a glance.

Danielle.

There are not too many indescribable scenes in the photo, but Danielle's dress is extremely revealing. It seems that water can drip from her eyes, and she stares directly at the people outside the photo.

"This woman..."

The situation is already obvious. Danielle is either the mastermind or the accomplice. In short, the deaths of Travis and Judd are absolutely inseparable from her.

Taking out a few photos, Roger was slightly taken aback by the things below.

Is that a strand of black...hair?

Thinking of what Travis had done with this bunch of hair and photos, Roger felt a chill.

He shook his head slightly, but Roger found strangely that there was a weird smell in the air.

His heartbeat speeded up inexplicably, and his face changed abruptly.

"Is there a psychedelic element in this?"

Put back the photo and cover the tin box, and the smell in the air gradually dissipated.

"What the **** is this woman doing?"

After putting away the tin box, he opened the door quietly. There was silence in the hallway. When Roger was about to push the door to leave, there was a harsh telephone ringing downstairs.

Travis' mother pushed the door down and walked downstairs. Roger glanced at the vacant door not far away.

There is something missing in Travis's room. It looks like it was taken by his mother. There may be more clues there.

Roger hesitated, but gave up the idea, the other party might come up at any time.

But at this moment, the middle-aged woman who answered the phone did not return upstairs, but put on her clothes and opened the door and left.

Roger smiled. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He quickly came out of the room and then opened the door opposite.

The opposite room is much larger than Bit Lavis~www.wuxiahere.com~ The air is full of strong vanilla smell.

There is a circle of white candles in the room.

The swaying firelight dazzled the room.

In order to prevent his shadow from being illuminated by the light on the window and being discovered by others, Roger quietly bent down.

At the moment he was bent over, the corner of his eyes swept away, and he saw a man lying on a rocking chair deep in the room!

A cool air rushed over his head, and Roger subconsciously squeezed the short knife. In this narrow space, the short knife was more effective than the long sword.

Although the candlelight was dim, Roger could still see the other person's face.

The black skin became pale because of death, and although his face was distorted, he could still distinguish the appearance before birth.

That is Travis.

Travis has been dead for at least a month!