Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 59 - 0 Inquiry

Chapter 59: Chapter 059 Inquiry

Haunted Manor: The manor of Sir Hannam was the site of a gruesome murder, and the ghosts there drift about, continuing to hunt those who disturb his rest.

Appease the spirits and trace the origins, uncover the secrets of the Hannam Manor.

Reward: …

Roger grimaced.

These ellipses are really puzzling. Does it mean the reward is unknown, or that it’s…omitted?

Besides this task, the notice board had another mission involving a beast attack, but what puzzled Roger was that he and Henrik had found the behind-the-scenes culprit, and Sherman had already died.

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Yet, strangely, the task status hadn’t been updated; it still displayed as unfinished, and the handwriting on it seemed to fade in and out, as if it could disappear at any moment.

“Did we go wrong in the direction of the task investigation?”

When noon arrived, the two of them ordered a hamburger meal, and after some thought, Roger decided to ask Henrik for his opinion.

“Sherman is already dead, and his accomplice ran away. The root cause and hidden dangers of the beast attack incident have been resolved; the task can be considered complete at this stage.”

“Could there be some clue we’ve missed?”

“What did you find?” Henrik asked in return.

A chill ran through Roger’s heart—his repeated questioning seemed to have aroused Henrik’s suspicion.

“Nothing, it just feels like things have been going too smoothly.” He explained offhandedly.

“Gulp!”

Henrik contentedly drained his beer and let out a satisfied burp.

“Young man, that’s because you’ve met me.” He bragged unabashedly.

“Remember that,” Henrik said in a lowered voice.

“We are Demon Hunters, not police officers.”

“The truth is not important to us; what we need to do is find the origin of the disaster and resolve it, minimizing its impact on ordinary people as much as possible.”

“As much as possible, understand?”

Roger nodded, only half comprehending.

After all, life was not a game; he had much to learn.

Once they had eaten their fill, Henrik strolled around a nearby alley, and before long, he came back whistling a tune.

“I’ve got the scoop.”

“Just some typical gangsters, engaging in petty thieveries.”

He started the car, “Let’s go meet a few of the parties involved.”

……

On the edge of Swamp Town, in a residential area, music blared from a house with peeling paint.

Inside the room, several young men and women were slumping in disarray, puffing and exhaling clouds of smoke.

Slumping in pairs or alone on the couches, their hair greasy, faces pale, an unfinished pizza lay on the table, and the sound of a man’s breathing and the creaking of a wooden bed echoed from a back bedroom.

“Keep it down, damn it!” A young man in a tank top shouted irritably.

“Ha-ha, Gilmore, you must be envious of my stamina. Sure, you have a face that women like, but when it comes to certain skills, you’re far behind!” Laughter erupted from the room, with the sounds of the fight seemingly escalating rather than quieting down.

“Damn, that’s just crazy!”

Gilmore, the young man addressed earlier, shook his head in annoyance and grabbed the cold, hardened pizza from the table to eat.

“Oh, Lord…”

A black youth sitting next to Gilmore sighed, “Please don’t mention that word anymore.”

“I keep having nightmares every night now, and I have to do something to fall asleep.”

“That experience was a nightmare!” Fear flashed across the black youth’s face.

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“Baby, don’t be scared, it was all a hallucination,” a black girl crawled out from his embrace. “We all were drunk that night, and the stuff Gilmore brought had a bit too much kick. It’s normal to see some illusions in that state.”

“A bunch of cowards!”

Gilmore snorted, “Del, that guy is a freak. He’s going to get himself killed sooner or later. It wouldn’t be strange if he died there.”

Someone grumbled.

“Haha, what’s there to be afraid of?”

The door opened, and a burly Caucasian young man strode out, “If you ask me, we should go again. Doing certain things in that kind of place is countless times more thrilling than outside!”

“Oh, no!”

“I don’t want to go to that kind of godforsaken place ever again!”

A voice came from behind the Caucasian young man.

A skinny man in a tank top and shorts walked out from behind him.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll protect you,” the muscular white man turned around and comforted.

Thud thud thud!

Just then, there was a knocking at the door.

They looked at each other, confusion in their eyes.

The black girl turned down the volume of the music.

“Who is it?” Gilmore asked in a deep voice.

“Police!”

A middle-aged man’s voice came from outside the door.

The faces of the people inside changed dramatically, and Gilmore gestured frantically while asking loudly, “Sir, is there something we can help you with?”

“Regarding the death that occurred at the Hannam estate a few days ago, there are some details we need your cooperation to investigate.”

“Please, officer, you’ve asked us so many times already.”

Gilmore was trying to stall for time.

“Open the door!”

But the reply was an increasingly stern voice from outside.

The door opened.

Henrik and Roger entered the room.

“Find us a clean room,” Henrik said, brandishing the documents in his hand.

“Sir, I need to see your identification,” Gilmore said unhurriedly.

After looking at the identification Henrik handed over, Gilmore asked nonchalantly, “Did you come from the police station? Officer Tom…”

“Cut out the tricks!”

Henrik interrupted Gilmore coldly, “I don’t know any so-called Tom, and I didn’t come from the police station.”

His gaze was dark as he stared at Gilmore, “Are you planning to cooperate with my investigation willingly, or do you want to try and see if your skull is harder than my bullets!”

“You dare to threaten us?!”

A high-spirited long-haired youth suddenly pulled open the drawer of the coffee table, shouting as he pulled out a gun.

“Believe it or not, I’ll put a hole in your head first…”

Before he could finish his sentence, a shadow flashed before his eyes, followed by a sharp pain in his wrist; the gun in his hand was kicked high into the air.

Roger kicked the gun from the long-haired youth’s hand and slammed into the youth’s chest with his back.

“Ah…!”

With a scream from the long-haired young man, a fierce roar came from behind, “They’re not police!”

“Take them down!”

Normally, these guys wouldn’t be so impulsive, but they were all high on drugs, in a state of extreme excitement, and couldn’t stand the slightest provocation.

The muscular white man picked up a chair next to him and rushed forward with a loud shout.

But just then, a flash of cold light flickered before his eyes, and the white man felt a chill on his cheek.

Thump!

A dull thud came from behind, followed by the screams of his boyfriend.

In a panic, the muscular man turned around and saw not far behind him, his boyfriend’s right hand pierced by a sharp dagger, then nailed hard to the wall.

Only then did the muscular man feel a warmth on his cheek; reaching up, he found his entire palm smudged with bright red blood.

“Who else wants to try?”

Roger pulled out the dinner knife from the table and swept his cold gaze over the others.