Demon Hunter and His Hut

Haunted Manor: A horrific murder takes place at Sir Hunnam's manor, where ghosts linger and continue to hunt down those who disturb his sleep.

Appease the undead and trace the source to find out the secrets of Hunnam Manor.

award:……

Roger bared his teeth.

This ellipsis is confusing, does it mean that the reward is unknown, or is it... omitted?

In addition to this quest, there's a beast attack quest on the notice board, but to Roger's surprise, he and Henrik have found the killer, and Sherman is dead.

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

"Is the direction of the mission investigation wrong?"

When it was noon, the two ordered a hamburger set meal, and Roger thought about it and decided to ask Henrik for his opinion.

"Sherman is dead, and his accomplices have run away again. The root cause and hidden dangers of the beast attack have been resolved, and the mission is complete at this point."

"Will there be any clues we've missed?"

"What did you find?" Henrik asked rhetorically.

Roger's heart froze, it seems that his repeated inquiries made Henrik suspicious.

"No, it just feels like things are a little too smooth." He explained casually.

"Gudong!"

Henrique drank the beer in his glass comfortably and burped with satisfaction.

"Young man, that's because you met me."

He said boldly.

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

"We are witchers, not police."

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

"As much as possible, understand?"

Roger nodded understandingly.

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

After eating and drinking, Henrik went around the nearby alley, and came out whistling not long after.

"I've heard it clearly."

"It's just a few ordinary gangsters, doing some stealing things."

He started the car, "Come on, let's meet a few clients."

…………

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

In the room, several young men and women were puffing up and down.

They collapsed on the sofa in twos and threes, with greasy hair and pale faces. There were still uneaten pizzas on the table. In the room behind the living room, men's gasps and the sound of the wooden bed swaying could be heard.

"You tmd give me a little voice!"

A young man in a vest shouted irritably.

"Haha, Gilmore, you must be envious of Lao Tzu's persistence. Don't look at you with a face that pleases women, but you are still far from your ability in certain aspects!"

There was a loud laugh in the room, but the sound did not decrease, but the escalation of the battle seemed to intensify.

"What a hell!"

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

"Oh my God..."

A young black man sitting next to Gilmore sighed, "Please don't mention that word again."

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

"The experience that day was a nightmare!"

There was a trace of panic on the face of the black youth.

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

A black girl came out of his arms,

"We all drank that night, and Gilmour's stuff had a bit of stamina, and it's normal to see some visions in that environment."

"A bunch of cowards!"

Gilmour curled his lips, "That guy Del is a pervert. Sooner or later, he will play himself to death, and it's not surprising to die there."

Someone mumbled.

"Haha, what's so scary?"

The door opened, and a burly white young man strode out, "If you want me to say we should go again, doing something in that kind of place is countless times more exciting than going outside!"

"Oh, no!"

"I don't want to go to that fucking place anymore!"

A voice came from behind the white youth.

A thin man in a vest and pants came out from behind him.

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

dong dong dong!

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

Everyone looked at each other with confusion in their eyes.

The black girl turned down the volume of the music.

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

"police!"

A middle-aged voice came from outside the door.

Everyone's face changed greatly, Gilmour gestured frantically, and at the same time asked loudly, "This gentleman, can I help you?"

"There are still some details that require your cooperation in the investigation of the death that occurred at Hunnam Manor a few days ago."

"Please, officer, you've asked us many times."

Gilmour tried to stall for time.

"Open the door!"

But what answered him was the increasingly low voice outside the door.

The door opens.

Henrik and Roger entered the room.

"Let's find a clean room." Henryk raised the document in his hand.

"Sir, I need to see your documents."

Gilmour said casually.

Looking at the documents handed over by Henrik, Gilmour pretended to inadvertently asked, "Did you come from the police station? Officer Tom..."

"Stop that little trick of yours!"

Henrik interrupted Gilmour indifferently, "I don't know any so-called Tom, and I didn't come from the police station."

He looked at Gilmour with gloomy eyes, "Are you going to cooperate obediently with my investigation, or do you want to see if your brain is as hard as my bullets!"

"Dare to threaten us?!"

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

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

Before he finished speaking, a figure flashed in front of him, and then his wrist hurt, and the gun in his hand was kicked up high.

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

"what……!"

The long-haired youth let out a scream, and at this moment a stern roar came 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, and their spirits are in a state of excitement, and they can't stand the slightest provocation.

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

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

Boom!

A muffled sound came from behind, followed by her boyfriend's scream.

The strong 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 nailed to the wall.

Only at this moment did the strong man feel warmth on his cheeks, he reached out and touched it, bright red blood smeared his entire palm.

"Who wants to try?"

Roger took out the knife on the table, and his indifferent eyes swept over the other people.