Demon Hunter and His Hut

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Roger simply retells what happened to Ingmar, especially referring to Veronica he met in the Bordeaux dream.

"It should be a deformed monster. Its combat power is only slightly stronger than that of ordinary people, but it is deceptive enough to deceive the most savvy hunters."

"Transformer?"

Roger said a name.

"It's very appropriate. Although this kind of monster is rare, there are not a few people with similar abilities. You should encounter a relatively peaceful kind."

"No aggression, it just seems to be just enjoying life."

Roger nodded.

This reminded him of the sudden change of interest when he met that Veronica in Bordeaux Dream, and the power he showed when he stunned her.

It seems that on this issue, that guy Henrik really didn't lie.

Thinking of this, Roger suddenly realized a problem.

"Does this monster have a specific gender?"

"Of course there is."

Ingmar replied.

"But because they can change their anatomy to look like anyone, their gender is a bit more ambiguous for them."

"Their orientation is mostly variable."

Hearing this, Roger couldn't help shivering.

He thought of the middle-aged man he threw onto the bed before he left.

Hope he wakes up to a woman, if he wakes up the guy just happens to be a man...

Then he really did the wrong thing.

After eating something, Ingmar's spirit recovered a lot, and on the other hand, the real Veronica greedily ate up the food in her hand.

Not even the debris that fell on the table was spared.

Consider the mutilated corpse of the monster,

Roger was very fortunate, and in a day or two at night, he would probably live a life of ruthless blood and blood.

Ingmar went back to the room to clean the wound, and Roger gave her another shot.

"Let's rest for a while. There are terrible monsters in the fog. The injuries on my body were left at that time. If it wasn't for the shelter here, I would have died long ago."

"The houses here are very safe, and once we get in here, they won't attack again."

"And when it's foggy, it's like a day's night."

"Here, the clocks on Earth can't be in time, but by estimating a cycle, about 12 hours, the normal and foggy times are divided equally."

"There are monsters in the fog now, and we can't get out."

Ingmar sighed.

"Take a good rest, and when the fog clears, we'll leave here to find Hathaway and the others."

If it wasn't for Roger, Ingmar would have been desperate, but the instinct to survive was supporting him to continue to live.

But now she is concerned about the safety of her daughter, even if she dies, she must be sent out safely!

This woman looks thin, but she is stronger than a man in her bones, while Hathaway looks weak, but her character has the fortitude and determination of her mother!

Roger wasn't particularly tired, but he had nothing to do now. He also found a room and lay on the bed with his eyes closed.

The spirit was relaxed, and he was half asleep and half awake. After a long time, there was a light sound outside the door. It was a small organ he placed at the door.

Swish!

He opened his eyes abruptly, and in the next second, the whole person had already bounced off the bed like a civet cat, the steel sword was unsheathed, drawn a trajectory in mid-air, and then placed it on the neck of the woman opposite.

"Whoosh!"

Roger withdrew his weapon.

From his angle, Veronica's unbuttoned placket can be seen.

Roger was very clear about the purpose of this woman's coming here.

This is a smart woman who knows how to take advantage of her own body. In this situation, she has food and water on her body, and she can provide force protection at the same time.

In any way, it is the most reliable.

"Go back and have a good rest, don't think about other things."

"If it's within my power, I'll help you, but if I can't escape myself..."

Roger sighed.

To be honest, this is the first time he has experienced such a strange situation, and he is not very sure about whether he can escape.

Let's wait until we find Henrik and see what he can do. He has been in the Hunter Guild for a long time and has a wealth of sources. He may know some things that ordinary hunters don't know.

"I...I just..."

Veronica froze in place, her face flushed red, and she didn't know whether to undress and enter the room or turn around and leave.

Roger walked to the door and gave Veronica a comforting look.

"Have a good rest and have enough energy to run past the monster."

Thinking of those terrible things, Veronica couldn't help shivering, closed the door silently and turned away.

There were no accidents after that, until the fog outside the window gradually dissipated, and Roger opened the door and walked to the living room.

Ingmar made a simple dress out of curtains, and when Roger came, she was counting bullets one by one.

"The fog has cleared, let's go."

Ingmar is a resolute, reticent woman, and it's hard to imagine how a woman like her could get along with Henrik's guy.

Pushing open the door, the fog outside had dissipated, and the street became quiet again.

"In the past few days, I have figured out a little bit of the rules of this weird place."

Ingmar lit a cigarette.

"I don't know if you have noticed. The streets here are straight. According to my guess, this place should be divided into several areas, and each area can piece together different terrains with other areas next to it."

"But again, there are areas here that stay fixed and don't move around at will."

Ingmar pointed to his feet.

"Like here"

"Wait a minute."

Roger interrupted Ingmar.

"You mean you two woke up from this house?"

Ingmar nodded.

"Yes, in general, the Blasted Land will only have one entrance, but this is obviously a special case."

"Veronica's house is connected to this cursed place, but also in different parts of the room, it will be taken to different areas."

"I just hope now that Henrik and Hathaway are together."

There was a hint of worry on Ingmar's face.

Hathaway is only a psychic after all, with limited combat power.

"After several days of observation, the terrain here is almost moving in a regular square, and the houses here look almost the same, and it is difficult for us to find them in them."

"Your arrival provides another safe place. If this place is made up of countless regular squares, then the whole area should also be a large square, or an approximate square."

Ingmar sighed, "Of course, this is just my guess, but if I guess according to this theory..."

"Then there should be other safe places here."

"What we have to do next is to find two other safe places!"

"But if I guess wrong, we may never come back."

"Until the end is swallowed by the fog."

At this moment, Roger suddenly closed his eyes as if he was perceiving something, and a few seconds later, he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Ms. Ingmar, you are a genius, I think your reasoning should be correct!"