Demon Hunter and His Hut

Chapter 286 Statue

"Kant?"

Hearing this name, Roger was slightly taken aback, and he looked at the man not far away.

He has short brown hair, he is about 40 years old, and his body is very strong. He looks at Roger with a hint of vigilance.

"A good name."

As he spoke, he raised his right hand and tied a silver-white handcuff around his wrist.

"Can you help me untie it?"

"who are you?"

The defense in the man's eyes did not subside at all, "I saw the scars on your body when I changed your clothes. With so many scars, you are definitely not an ordinary person."

"Wanted criminal or pirate?"

Roger smiled bitterly, "Would you believe me if I were just a hunter?"

"Hunter?" The man clearly didn't believe what Roger said.

He took a deep breath, "For the safety of my family, I'm afraid I won't be able to untie the handcuffs on your hands until I fully understand your identity."

"Please rest assured, Mr. Roger, we will not deliberately embarrass you before sailing to the next port. I hope you can understand my approach."

"All right."

Roger seemed very calm, the scene with the same name seemed familiar, which made Roger's expression stagnate.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Conder."

Roger lay back on the bed, closed his eyes, and silently recovered from his mental exhaustion.

The man named Kant didn't expect Roger to be so calm. He opened his mouth and gave an order before leaving.

"I'll bring you some food, rest well."

Roger didn't say a word, he heard footsteps upstairs, and then the door closed.

Raising his right hand and looking at the handcuffs hanging on it, Roger thought for a while, but he still didn't break it.

His current physical fitness is far beyond normal,

A simple handcuff naturally couldn't restrain him.

However, his body was in a mess at this time, and the powerful recovery ability brought by the Demon Cow Demon's spinal fluid allowed him to recover the scars on his body during the drifting process.

But within the body, the wounds caused by the pale blood still exist.

"What a mess."

A little light shot into the room through the gap in the hanging window, and Roger tried to make a temporary transfer, but he didn't know whether it was because the hull was moving or the cooling time for the temporary transfer had not expired.

There was no change in the cabin, and in desperation, Roger could only close his eyes and try to meditate.

Kant came to the kitchen, where his wife, Holly, was preparing lunch, and beside Holly, the two children were frolicking and talking.

The eldest daughter Maggie looked at Kant curiously, "Father, is that man awake?"

Obviously, the eldest daughter is very curious about saving a stranger at sea.

"Prepare some food and I'll bring it to him."

Kant said to his wife, and then he looked at the two children beside him, "That man is very dangerous, don't get close to that cabin."

"He looks handsome."

Maggie was about 16 years old and in puberty, and she became even more curious when she heard what her father said.

"More handsome than Rand on your school football team?"

Little daughter Katie said with a smile.

Maggie's face flushed, and she turned back and glared at her sister. It was obvious that she had an unusual relationship with the young man named Rand.

"I've reached out to my colleagues in the police station via satellite phone and they're comparing photos and it won't be long before they get the news."

Kant comforted his wife by saying that for whatever reason he could not die without help, but the corresponding precautionary psychology should still be there.

"Did that man really kill a shark?" Maggie asked curiously, looking at the meat in the pot.

"How did he do that?"

"That's a shark!"

Girls of Maggie's age, lacking in sensitivity to danger, thought it was cool to be able to kill a shark.

But Kant is different. As a senior police officer, he knows better than anyone how difficult it is to do such a thing.

"Go out and play."

Kant said to the two children.

After the two children were gone, Holly flipped the meat in the pot and glanced at her husband.

"Are you too nervous?"

"It's rare for our family to have time to play in the last few days of the holiday, relax and don't make the kids nervous."

Kant frowned, but said nothing.

Although the man named Roger was very cooperative, and he couldn't see any aggression, inexplicably, Kant could feel an instinctive throbbing in the face of that man.

He is very clear.

That is fear.

"Hopefully I think too much."

After he finished speaking, he took the food away and walked to the underground cabin.

At this time on the deck, the two girls opened their hands and let the sea breeze blow over their cheeks. The youngest daughter Katie walked to the bow, and she reached out and patted the statue on the bow.

It was a strange wooden statue with arms folded and facing straight ahead. Because of the age, the blue lacquer on the surface of the statue peeled off, revealing mottled traces.

Looking at it suddenly, it was as if the whole face had been shattered.

The two girls frolicked for a while, Maggie took out her mobile phone and put her sister in her arms. The two of them turned their backs to the bow of the boat and grimaced to capture the moment.

When the two girls were holding their mobile phones and discussing the shooting angle, they didn't notice that the statue that was supposed to be facing away from them in the photo showed a weird half face.

The cracked wood grain is like a scar on the face with a knife!

The journey is always a joy, and the family soon forgets the rescue episode as they chat and take photos on deck, enjoying rare peace.

When night fell, the girls were tired from playing and fell asleep in the room hugging each other. The sea breeze was blowing, and the water was rippling. Holly's eyes wandered while swaying, and she hooked her finger to her husband.

Under the moonlight, this woman who had only had a middle-to-top beauty looked beautiful and moving, a flame was burning in her heart, and Kant couldn't wait to jump on it immediately.

"The kids are still down there!"

"They are already asleep."

Holly threw herself into Kant's arms, but Kant hesitated and kissed his wife's forehead.

"Not today."

"There are other people on the boat."

Kant remained vigilant.

Holly muttered a little dissatisfied, and even glanced under her husband before leaving.

Kant smiled helplessly. He ran around the cabin where Roger was being held and checked it carefully.

He was going to stay there all night.

There was silence all around, and Kant's eyelids became heavier and heavier in the rippling water, and he fell asleep unconsciously.

The cool wind struck, and Kant, who was in a coma, suddenly woke up.

"I fell asleep."