Demon Hunter and His Hut

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Gwent card, what is that?

Hathaway looked at Roger suspiciously.

Divination is divination. Everyone's methods may be different, but the principles are similar. Is the Gwent card you're talking about a special way of divination?

Hathaway frowned for a moment.

Sorry, I haven't heard of it.

Roger laughed and hit a haha, but he was determined in his heart to take the opportunity to carry forward the Gwent card.

You don't have to do piling, you don't have to practice swords, but as a qualified demon hunter, how can you not play cards?

Just after the divination, Hathaway was a little tired. She took a short rest, and Henrik and Roger took the initiative to conduct a second inspection of the entire villa.

Come here and see what this is?

Near midnight, Henrik's voice suddenly came from Veronica's room.

When the two of Roger arrived, Henrik was holding a pink-skinned diary in his hand, flipping through it.

Where did you find it?

Roger asked curiously.

Henrik pointed his finger, and Roger saw a stack of underwear turned out from a half-open drawer.

His cheeks twitched.

Is this guy supposed to say he's serious... or?

Is he flipping through his diary or something?

Put the diary on the table outside and look at it three times.

Veronica is obviously not a diligent person, and does not write a diary every day, but due to the special experience she has experienced recently, she has kept a diary much more frequently than before.

The earliest records even date back a month.

That should have been her first nightmare.

Had a nightmare last night, so real,

I woke up in an empty room with no one around, I was wandering the house like a bystander.

Woke up the next day with some dust on the soles of my feet, it was horrible, do I have the habit of sleepwalking?

The entire villa is covered with floors, and someone will take care of it every day. If you just wander around the room, the soles of your feet will never get so much dirt and dust.

I found my footprints on the lawn, no, I have to go to the doctor.

Writing here, the diary is empty for a day.

It looks like Veronica should go to the doctor.

After another day, the diary continued to record.

That old bastard is still trying to hypnotize me, I should poke his eyes out!

This son of a bitch!!

A lot of curse words, but then, the same nightmare continued to come.

It's still the same room, still the same place. I was half asleep and half awake in my dream. It was horrible. I can even clearly remember the number of crystal pendants on the chandelier and I can touch the wooden texture on the floor.

Is this really just a dream?

Or is there something wrong with my spirit?!

There was panic between the lines.

I told my father about the recent situation, but he didn't say anything, just told me to rest well and not go out and participate in those boring parties.

I'm pretty sure I'm awake and not using any medication, but every midnight I fall asleep unnaturally and wake up in a dream.

Recently, my spirit has been getting worse and worse. This nightmare has tortured me almost crazy. I have tried everything to no avail.

If it goes on like this, I am afraid that I will commit suicide in depression!

When writing this, there were several holes in the diary paper, and Veronica's spirit was very unstable at this time.

After several days, the diary did not record anything.

But then, the content recorded by Veronica began to change.

I still woke up from a dream, but this time, I put on a pure white wedding dress. Do I want to get married?

There was still no one in the room. I left the villa with bare feet, then opened the underground wine cellar, pushed open a hidden secret door, and there appeared a narrow downward staircase.

Aren't you going to get married? What am I doing here?

It's so dark in here that I can't see anything, but my body wanders uncontrollably in it.

So cold.

I pushed something away, what is it?

A coffin?

Thank goodness the dream finally woke up!

I can't live anymore, under this kind of torture, it's better to die clean.

One last call to my father, if he doesn't care about me, then I'll die here.

This Joe Fu is an asshole!

Seeing this, Hathaway couldn't help but scolded in a low voice. Although she grew up with her mother, her father has always been a tall and reliable man in memory.

We met, and in addition to giving money, he finally realized the problem of consciousness.

He asked what happened, and a day later, he brought me to know a strange woman.

Ingmar.

A witcher, what is that?

This woman looked young, but was extraordinarily strong and seemed very dependable. She moved into my villa, and after a brief inquiry, she thought it was the house that was the problem.

A ghost lives in here.

She suggested that I move out of here temporarily, what else can I do now? To be honest, I don't really believe her words because I haven't come across any ghosts here.

Just fell into an endless nightmare.

Turning to the next page, one day has passed from the date shown on the diary.

God!

It's amazing, for the first time in a month, I didn't have that horrible nightmare!

Looks like she's telling the truth.

There is indeed a ghost in that house. No one can live there anymore. I have to sell it. No, no, I am not short of money, and there is no need to harm other people.

At the end of the diary, Veronica even had the mood to draw a smiley face, and the terrible nightmare that had tormented her for nearly a month was finally coming to an end.

Ingmar told me that the problem has not been solved and that if the source of the problem cannot be found, the peace will only be temporary.

There is a good chance that the evil spirit will continue to haunt me, and there will be no escape from it no matter where I go.

If we want to get this out of the way, we have to go back to that house and find out what happened.

I was a little scared and hesitated for a day, but that night I seemed to have a dream again. I woke up the next day and promised Ingmar. Just tonight, we will go back there and solve this problem completely!

At this point, Veronica's diary is completely over, and it seems that something happened to Ingmar after returning to the house that night.

When this happened, Qiao Fu lied that Ingmar had left in order to shirk responsibility. From the perspective of Roger and others, this was an extraordinary incident.

But if the legal process is passed, it will involve disappearance, and Qiao Fu is likely to get into trouble because of this. For a capitalist like him, the negative news on his body will have an impact on the stock market.

cost him a lot of money.

It looks like the problem is here.

Thinking of a possibility, Henrik took the two to the wine cellar, but they did not find the so-called secret passage there.

After discussing for a while, the three decided to temporarily stay here for one night to see what would happen.

At midnight, a trace of coolness slid down his neck, Roger was shocked and sat up suddenly!