Demon Hunter and His Hut

Roger flipped through the information in his hand.

"You didn't say that before."

Danielle rolled her eyes nonchalantly, "Then what do you want me to say?"

"Tell them that Judd drowned from cramps while doing that sort of thing with me?"

"That would get me in big trouble."

Roger narrowed his eyes slightly.

"But now you're telling the truth."

In fact, he couldn't even tell whether what the girl in front of him said was true or false.

"You're not like them."

Danielle's eyes flashed with just the right strangeness.

"Those guys just want to close the case quickly. I know what kind of answers they want to hear, but you're not. If I lied, I'm afraid it will make you suspicious."

"I don't want to cause trouble."

"Judd's death was an accident, and I'm sorry."

"Ha ha."

What happened in the room just now, Roger didn't see that the girl had any regrets.

After inquiring carefully about the specific time and details, and after confirming that nothing was missed, Roger left Danielle's contact information, then turned and left.

Before he could walk away, the sound of fierce fighting came from the room again.

Roger frowned, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it for a while.

"Judd's death was an accident. That Allen either drank or smoked, and most of them were also accidents. As for the fourth deceased, Jonathan."

"Although his death method seems to be the closest to a supernatural event, the legend about the crystal lake is full of loopholes. This kind of thing often looks the most abnormal, but it is normal."

Roger drove away from Daniel's house, instead of returning to town, he drove deep into the swamp.

Of the four dead, Travis, the second dead, had the least information.

He's a black man,

Living in a black community far away from the town center, when the detectives from the town center police station went to investigate, Travis' family did not cooperate at all.

It seems that there was not much response to Travis' death. After several negotiations, Travis' death was classified as an accident. After his family signed the documents, the case was hastily closed.

Roger is going to Travis' house now.

To be honest, facing this extremely xenophobic small gathering place, he was also very troubled, and he didn't even know whether the documents in his hand could work.

The weather in Swamp Town is not bad today. Although the clouds are a little thicker, at least the sun can be seen.

Roger's car drove into the gathering place. He drove very slowly. Along the way, he could clearly feel the attention of the residents of the gathering place to his foreign vehicle.

Parking the car, Roger rang the doorbell.

Footsteps came from the room, and not long after, the indifferent voice of a middle-aged woman.

"I do not know you."

"People like you are not welcome here!"

Roger took out his documents and showed his identity according to the procedure.

After a while, the door opened, and a fat middle-aged woman stood at the door, looking at Roger with a scrutiny.

After confirming again and again, Roger was let into the room.

"I've already said everything that can be said, what else do you want to ask?"

A woman's attitude can no longer be described as cold.

It felt as if Roger's arrival had broken a certain peace.

His eyes swept across the room quickly, and Roger forced a smile on his face, "Don't do this, you can just treat this as a conversation between friends."

"Friend?" The middle-aged woman was still sullen.

"Yup."

Roger nodded.

"My colleague's daughter and a girl who lives here are very good friends. She was a guest here more than a week ago."

Roger had heard a few words from Amanda and knew that Betty lived here, and he had no other choice but to try his best to get in touch.

"The girl with the red hair?"

The middle-aged woman was stunned for a while, the expression on her face was a little slow, there were very few outsiders here, and even fewer white people.

Betty used to hang out with Amanda, and her signature red hair made an impression on many.

"You still remember her."

Roger's eyes lit up.

"That friend of hers is called Betty, you know?"

"Betty?"

Hearing this name, the expression on the middle-aged woman's face suddenly changed, and the frost on her face instantly disintegrated.

"Are you her friends?"

Hearing Roger call out Betty's name, the woman's attitude changed drastically.

"So I said it was just a conversation between friends."

Roger hit the snake with the stick.

"There is nothing to investigate about Travis. The prophet gave me a revelation that Travis has returned to the arms of God."

"This is his best home."

Speaking of her son's death, the middle-aged woman even smiled.

This strange state shocked Roger.

There was a photo hanging on the wall near the living room. Roger took advantage of the opportunity to pick up the photo and exclaimed, "What a handsome young man."

The woman nodded, "Travis has always been very good, whether it's grades or other aspects, that's why he was selected."

There was no trace of sadness in her tone, and Roger didn't even know in what tone he should continue the conversation.

"Now that I think about it, Travis must have been inspired by something before he died. For a while, he seemed to be very excited and a little nervous."

The middle-aged woman said suddenly.

"When was that?" Roger asked.

"For a while, not long before he died, I thought he was the reason for having a girlfriend."

The woman laughed at herself, "It's superficial to think about it now, he should have been summoned."

"He had a girlfriend then?"

The middle-aged woman nodded.

"A girl named Danielle."

"I only found out by peeking at his cell phone."

"Danielle?"

Roger was slightly taken aback.

"When was that?"

The middle-aged woman looked puzzled.

"A month ago."

Roger quickly counted the time.

"Judd wasn't dead at that time. If it wasn't for the same name, then this Danielle was on two boats at the time!"

Roger had a headache.

"Is this really an ordinary accident, or love murder?"

But looking at the strange expression on the face of the woman opposite, Roger couldn't even tell whether the woman was mentally ill or whether she was really so calm about his son's death.

"There's really something wrong with this Danielle."

At this point, Roger didn't even know if he should continue. He still remembered what Henrik once told him.

"We are witchers, not police."

Rubbed his forehead.

"Continue to investigate, maybe there is an unknown truth hidden in it."

Roger sighed, if it ended so hastily, the mission of the Hunter Guild might not be completed.