Demon Hunter and His Hut

Jensen... Famke glanced at the woman who left.

Don't pay attention to her, I'll take care of it.

Jensen clapped his hands, attracting the others' attention.

Since everyone is willing to stay here, then we are each other's trustworthy partners.

He took out the map in his hand, This map is put together with the black box. I think the address on it must hide a big secret.

Maybe it's wealth, maybe it's the truth of the world.

Spells, magic, or the secret of immortality!

Jensen's language was provocative, and he held out his hand.

We're about to start a crazy ride, I'll ask again.

Would you like to join?!

I do!

Famke was the first to reach out.

Me too!

Everyone's palms folded together, and they made eye contact, and everyone thought that they had made the most correct choice.

What about those who didn't attend this meeting?

someone asked.

That's their sorrow, they don't even know what they've missed!

Jason sneered.

After the meeting, Jensen came to his room with the black box in his hand. He locked the door, put the box on the table, opened it, cut his wrist, and dripped a few drops of blood on the papyrus.

Great existence, your servant Jensen has fulfilled your entrustment.

There was nothing abnormal in the room, if anyone outside saw it, they would definitely think that Jensen was talking to himself.

But at this moment, Jensen's face that was originally reflected in the bronze mirror suddenly became distorted, and then, an unfamiliar face appeared in the bronze mirror.

The face is clear, wearing a mask made of tree bark.

Jensen picked up the papyrus in the black box, and the blood that he had dripped on it completely dissipated.

Immediately afterwards, lines of clear self appeared.

Who was the first woman I slept with?

Answers appear under the question.

One line after another, Jensen watched silently, all the records were the most unspeakable dark secrets buried in the heart of the writer.

Mastering these secrets is virtually equivalent to mastering the lives of some people.

A smile appeared on Jensen's mouth.

After signing this contract, none of you can escape!

He was talking to himself from beginning to end, but at this time the face in the bronze mirror changed again, and the bark mask became his appearance.

I need a little blood to get them to obey.

Jensen's fingers rubbed the paper.

Which one should we start with first?

Tsk tsk.

You don't even spare your own sister, you really are a scumbag!

You are the one.

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure in the bronze mirror disappeared. Jensen closed the black box with a satisfied smile on his face.

Dear Gewei, what should I do to get you to sign this contract?

At the same time, in a room on the fourth floor, a sturdy man was indulging in his employment, but although his body was moving mechanically, his eyes were a little straight, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Concentrate, what do you think of me?

A certain fantasy woman?

The female partner was obviously a little unhappy, pushed the man away angrily, picked up the bikini on the ground, and left cursing.

The man said nothing, filled the glass with liquid, raised his head and drank it.

His face was gloomy, and he recalled everything that had just happened in his mind.

How could anyone know about this?

She's so young, it's impossible to have a memory...

Just thinking about it, there was a sudden knock on the door, the man opened the door, and the female companion who had just left went back.

Did something fall?

he asked nervously.

pat.

The woman who entered the door closed the door with her backhand, and then stepped forward to push down the man standing beside the bed.

The man was about to say something,

But he saw a very familiar face.

younger sister……

He opened his mouth in panic, and the next moment, the woman's eyes became like black holes.

laugh!

The spiritual soul seems to be caught in it.

Fascinated, he didn't even notice a sharp weapon protruding downwards.

…………

Are you full?

Mira stuck her head out of the quilt and looked at Roger who was gobbling up.

There was enough food for seven or eight adults on the table in front of Roger, but at this time, almost all of the food was eaten up.

Roger let out a pleasant burp, Not bad, I'm really hungry these days, I need to replenish my strength.

Saying that, he glanced at Mira.

The two were talking when suddenly there was a piercing scream from outside the door.

Dead... dead!

Help!

Roger's face changed slightly, he opened the door and looked out.

At the end of the corridor, a woman in a bikini was shouting loudly, her feet and calves were stained with blood, and her face was full of horror.

Mira was also dressed at this time, and the people in the other rooms came out one after another.

what happened?

Jensen arrived from the other direction, with Famke by his side, and everyone crowded to the end of the corridor.

The carpet in the room was soaked with blood.

A naked man leaned on the head of the bed, his face was pale but with a weird smile, and he was holding a wine glass in which was a lump of flesh from the man's body.

In his other hand he was holding a pair of bloody scissors.

The pungent bloody smell filled the whole room, and the young man who couldn't stand the shock when he saw this scene spit it out on the spot.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

Call the police, call the police!

The murderer must be still on the boat!

someone shouted.

Such a method of death, no one would associate with suicide.

Roger frowned, he carefully avoided some traces, walked into the room, where no one saw, the hunter vision turned on.

The messy information in the room broke into his mind, his nose twitched, and Roger analyzed the smell in the room other than blood.

Messy sheets, sweat, bodily fluids, and airborne alcohol.

No drugs.

Roger glanced back at the woman in the bikini.

You were the last to leave the room and the first to find him.

Tears blurred his eyes, and there was even a puddle of water under the bikini, but Roger had gotten the answer he wanted from the woman's feedback.

What surprised him was that the man actually committed suicide.

Withdrawing his gaze, Roger glanced back, and at this time a pair of bright eyes caught his attention.

It was a black-haired woman standing behind the crowd. She had a pair of green eyes, like a lake, bottomless.

The woman also noticed Roger, her eyes flashed, and she let out a light hum.

Immediately after that, she withdrew her gaze and actually left the scene and walked out.

Roger hesitated, then parted the crowd to follow the dark-haired woman.

The woman seemed to know that Roger was following and went straight to the deck. The sea breeze was blowing his long hair, and Roger could smell a hint of green grass.

You killed him?

Roger asked aloud.

The woman turned her head and raised her beautiful eyebrows gently, I'm not that boring.

They themselves signed a contract to die.