Demon Hunter and His Hut

The island in the distance is far away.

A majestic figure appeared on the bow of the ship, wearing an ordinary work uniform, which looked tight. He paced the bow anxiously, looking in the direction of the island from time to time.

Greg, you're too restless, relax, this is just an ordinary mission.

A woman's voice came.

The speaker was a middle-aged woman. She looked about 40 years old, with short golden hair and thin cheeks, looking very capable.

The weather and hard work of the years have left deep marks on her face, but her figure is well maintained. It can be seen that she was definitely a popular beauty when she was young.

What if that guy runs away?

The big man named Greg said gruffly.

He has a burly figure and a thick beard, and his face alone will definitely make people think of thugs at the first time.

Relax, mate.

This is an island, where can he go without a boat?

Can you fly with a pair of wings?

Another voice came, it was an old man in his 50s with a red face.

The only boat on the island was torn to pieces in a previous storm, and the guy has barely left the island since.

But are you mistaken?

The old man asked suspiciously.

As far as I know, Kant is a good guy. Although he is withdrawn, he is actually a cold-hearted person.

Working on the island for so many years, I haven't made any mistakes, saying that such an honest guy will kill people.

The old man shook his head.

I wouldn't believe it.

what do you know?!

Greg said gruffly, I have been a police officer for so many years and have seen too many vicious criminals. I tell you, it is often the honest people you think are the most hated perverts!

Those guys usually hide in the crowd, and only show their fangs at certain times!

Ha ha.

The old man chuckled lightly.

Come on, Greg.

I watched you grow up. Where did the perverted murderer happen in our Bay Town?

The last murder was three years ago.

Greg's face swelled, and he still forced his defense, I have been in contact with many files in my work, and there are many records in it.

Next, the two of you talked to each other, from Greg's embarrassing incident to the security of the town.

But at this moment, the expression of the blond woman standing beside her with a helpless expression suddenly changed.

Shut up!

Look at it!

She stretched out her hand, and the two arguing looked in the direction.

They turned against the light, and the hot sun shot in their eyes, but even so, the three of them could still clearly see the charred lighthouse on the island.

Full speed ahead!

The old man jumped into the wheelhouse and pushed the boat to the limit.

At the same time, Roger took off the pendant hanging near the lighthouse. He wore the pendant around his neck and carefully simulated his next performance in his mind.

Looking at the rapidly approaching boat, he silently cheered himself up.

Roger, please start your show!

After thinking about it again and again, Roger decided to try not to distort the facts too much. In recent days, he hadn't organized his appearance very much, so the whole person looked down and dirty.

After brewing his emotions for a while, Roger pretended to be after the disaster, and stumbled towards the docked boat, shouting loudly as he ran:

There's a boat! There's a boat!

I'm saved, I'm finally saved!

But at this moment,

Roger saw a burly figure on the boat suddenly pull out a pistol, the black muzzle aimed at his chest.

Don't move!

Stand where you are!

Roger looked confused, what about the promised rescue? What about the promised supply ship?

What is this unfolding?

Put down the gun!

Look clearly, he's still a kid!

A sharp female voice came.

Roger followed the sound and saw a blond woman jumping off the boat and striding towards him while wading in the water on the shore.

The woman's beautiful face was full of unconcealed concern, and she opened her hands to try to make herself not look threatening.

Listen to me child, we have no ill will.

She pointed back to the logo on the ship, As you can see, this is a supply ship, my companion is too nervous, don't worry.

As she spoke, she gestured frantically, motioning for Greg to put away the gun in her hand.

Approaching Roger slowly, My name is Andrea, how about you?

A trace of doubt flashed in Roger's eyes, and a vigilance suddenly rose in his heart, because the woman in front of him and the man on the boat were behaving strangely, and they really didn't look like the staff on the boat.

However, he still replied according to the pre-set lines: Me?

I just remember my name being Roger, the rest...I can't remember anything.

As he spoke, he held his head and pretended to be in pain.

A wrecked man?

Andreen breathed a sigh of relief, then continued to ask, Are you alone on the island?

Where's the weather surveyor at the lighthouse?

You mean Kant?

There was panic on Roger's face, He saved me, but then... later, it caught fire, a big fire!

I dare not go near there, I never saw him again!

There was a cry in his throat, and Roger swore that he had pushed his acting skills to the limit at this time.

Quick, Greg!

Andreen waved frantically, and upon hearing her order, Greg jumped off the boat and washed ashore, then ran quickly to the lighthouse.

Andreen looked gentle, Don't worry, Roger, you are saved, you can follow our boat back to town in a while, and I think it won't be long before you can return home to your parents' arms.

Speaking of which, a trace of unnaturalness flashed on her face, and then she quickly returned to normal.

It didn't take long for the disgraced Greg to run back.

He looked solemn.

Found a charred body, it should be that Kant, damn it, did this guy set himself on fire?

Greg clenched his fists, catching a murderer and finding a murderer's body, whether it is a reward for meritorious deeds or spread, the effect is completely different.

Hey, boy, you and that Kant have been together, have you found anything?

Roger shrank back, pretending to be scared, and Andreine stepped forward to block Roger.

Pay attention to your tone, he is a child, not your prisoner!

Greg smiled awkwardly, Okay, I'm too nervous, I just feel a little weird, judging from his performance in killing Nick, it doesn't seem like he's going to commit suicide...

Seeing Andreen's sharp eyes, Greg seemed to understand something and silently closed his mouth.

Roger, who was standing behind Andreen, showed a hint of surprise in his eyes.

What did they find? Looks like they're here to capture Kant.

The information in his mind was rearranged, and Roger pondered the next countermeasures.