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 softened a lot, and even sent Roger to the door.

Opening the door, the afterglow of the setting sun spilled over the edge of the house, coating it with a faint red glow.

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

"Would you like to go to the swamp 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 said nothing, said hello, and left.

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

Driving the car into a bush by the side of the road, Roger folded off some branches to cover it.

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

He was not convenient to ask about many things just now, so he planned to sneak in and investigate.

When it was completely dark, Roger circled around and slowly approached Travis' 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 quietly.

Like a civet cat, he made no sound.

A woman's prayer was heard downstairs.

Roger listened carefully and found that it was a language he had never heard before, and the voice was fast and dull.

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

Roger walked forward and gently pushed open a door on the opposite side.

Without the lights on, the room was dark, but this did not affect Roger's sight.

Single bed desk computer.

Obviously this is Travis's room, the room should be cleaned regularly, so it has been a while since Travis died, but the room is not messy.

Roger closed the door and quickly rummaged in the room.

Travis is black, and Danielle is white. With the xenophobia of this small town, it is absolutely impossible for Travis' mother to allow her son to find a white girl as his girlfriend.

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

"Is there not a trace left?"

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

With a quick glance, Roger moved behind the door.

Behind the door is a simple hanger, which should usually be full of Travis's clothes, but now it's empty and there's no way to hide a person.

The footsteps stopped at the door.

Roger took a deep breath, and if Travis' mother really found him, he would have to run away.

When this happened, it was already very difficult for this middle-aged woman, and Roger didn't want to conflict with her.

"squeak!"

The door was opened.

The woman's shadow instantly filled the room.

Roger is always ready.

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

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

"boom!"

The door is closed.

"Locked in your own room?"

Roger was stunned for a moment. He pricked up his ears, but heard faint voices coming from the crack of the door.

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

"You've...don't worry..."

Then there was the faint sound of weeping.

Roger breathed a sigh of relief.

What a middle-aged woman showed at this time was like the emotion a mother who lost her son should have.

clack.

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

A soft sound came.

The wooden block in the corner of the cabinet actually popped out, revealing a gap the size of a slap.

A joy in my heart.

Roger bent down and took a tin box out of the gap.

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

Roger recognized the girl in the photo at a glance.

Danielle.

There aren't too many indescribable pictures in the photo, but Danielle's clothes are extremely revealing, her eyes seem to be dripping with water, and she stares straight at the people outside the photo.

"This woman..."

The situation is already obvious, Danielle is either the mastermind or an accomplice, in short, the deaths of Travis and Judd have absolutely nothing to do with her.

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

That's a strand of black...hair?

Thinking of what Travis had done with the clump of hair and the photo gave Roger a chill.

Shaking his head slightly, Roger found a strange smell in the air.

His heartbeat accelerated inexplicably, and his face suddenly changed.

"Is there a psychedelic component in it?"

Put the photo back and cover it with the iron box, and the breath in the air gradually dissipates.

"What the hell is this woman doing?"

After putting away the iron box, he quietly pushed open the door, and the corridor was silent. Just when Roger was about to push the door to leave, there was a harsh phone ringing downstairs.

Travis's mother pushed the door and walked downstairs, Roger glanced at the hidden door not far away.

There is something missing from Travis's room, which appears to have been taken by his mother, and there may be more clues there.

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

But at this moment, the middle-aged woman who answered the phone did not go back upstairs, but put on her clothes and pushed open the door to leave.

Roger's face brightened, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he quickly came out of the room, and then pushed open the opposite door.

The room opposite was much larger than Travis's, and the air was heavily scented with vanilla.

There was a circle of white candles in the room.

The flickering firelight illuminated the room in a trance.

In order to prevent his shadow from being reflected on the window by others, Roger bent down quietly.

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

A cold air rushed over his head, and Roger subconsciously clenched the short knife. In such a narrow space, the short knife was more effective than the long sword.

Although the candle was dim, Roger could still see each other's face clearly.

His black skin was pale with death, and his face was distorted, but he could still tell what he looked like before birth.

That's Travis.

Travis who has been dead for at least a month!