Demon Hunter and His Hut

what do you know?

Roger asked curiously.

This is a cruel transformation ceremony. I have seen similar cases in the branch's files. Through the guidance of blood, those participating in the ceremony will sacrifice their souls without knowing it.

The ritual will stimulate the ferocity of the nearby beasts, making them extremely aggressive, and some of the souls of those killed by them will be absorbed and become part of the caster's power.

Henrik glanced at Roger, According to what you said, it should be the guy who provided the occult pages.

Although the threshold for the most basic occult ritual is very low, it is not something that just a few high school students can perform.

The most important step of the whole ceremony has been completed, the rest is only the blood guide, and the things placed around are just boring blindfolds.

Henryk looked a little disdainful.

Roger frowned. He believed in Henrik's professionalism, but he always felt that there was still something that didn't make sense.

Deep down, Roger had almost locked onto Sherman, but he couldn't tell Henrique of the fact that he had killed in the woods, including the fact that he was being followed.

In this ceremony, Bob was also a participant. Even if he had prepared some kind of potion for Bob in advance that could drive away bloodthirsty beasts, there was no need for his son to participate in this kind of thing.

Roger was thinking about how to lead Henrique's investigation to Sherman, but Henrique continued to analyze.

If you want to absorb the soul fragments of the deceased reasonably, the caster must be an important part of the ritual, or he directly participates in the blood oath.

Either... it's the blood relatives of the participants!

Henryk said decisively.

Remove the dead one, and the girl in your family, and there are only three targets left.

Henrik's eyes were determined. At this moment, he didn't have the usual ramblings and looked much more reliable.

Betty...that black girl, from the data, it seems that she has something to do with...it's unlikely.

Henrik murmured something in a low voice.

Bob and the girl named Lucy, they are the two most suspects!

How do we lock the target next?

Roger asked.

Henrik's efficiency is much faster than he can be.

Lock the target?

Why lock the target? Henrik asked rhetorically.

Boy, at this level of analysis, this matter has basically been resolved.

There are two remaining targets, just check them one by one.

Henrik waved his hand, Go, come with me!

Where are you going?

Roger wanted to say that he would have class tomorrow, but Henrik's attitude would probably not listen.

Most importantly, he was also very curious.

It was a rare opportunity to meet a real witcher, and he was naturally unwilling to give up such an opportunity.

Go and see that Bob's house.

Henrik patted his head.

His father's name is Sherman, right. Where does he live?

Let me think about...

The guys from the Three Holy Spirits like to develop local rich people and some wealthy guys the most.

I hate the poor and love the rich, tsk tsk, the minions of capital have reached the extraordinary realm.

If we're lucky enough, maybe tonight we'll be able to resolve this incident.

The two of us, now?

if not?

Henrik looked at Roger with that stupid look in your eyes.

Wait until dawn, and then swagger to visit?

Trust me boy, if you do that, you won't find anything.

He tapped Roger on the shoulder.

If you want to become a qualified witcher in the future,

Well...then the first thing you should learn is...

Enough shameless.

Go to hell with those so-called processes!

The woods were a little cold at night, and Henrik missed the underwear he had thrown at the hotel.

Speaking of which, it's not a bad feeling not to give money.

How did Roger know that the demon hunter who had just been sanctimonious just now had already lost his mind and started to figure out where to go after the mission was over.

outside the manor.

The two figures were carefully hidden in the dark.

Follow me for a while, don't make a sound, don't move around, leave everything to me.

Henrik raised his hand, but he didn't see how he moved. After a few soft clicks, the camera installed in the hidden corner was completely useless.

The outer wall of Sherman Manor is very high. This is an old building, and it is difficult to see a manor with such a high wall now.

Without a run-up, Henrik jumped up slightly, stepped on the edge of the wall with his toes, and flipped over the wall with both hands.

The current Roger is no longer the rookie he was before. Although Henrik moves easily, Roger can still feel the power contained in the opponent's body.

At least with his current physical quality, there is no way to be as relaxed as Henrik.

Although his posture was ugly, Roger also successfully climbed over the courtyard wall. As soon as he landed, he saw Henryk raise his hand gently, and then, two muffled groans came from the grass not far away, Two big black dogs staggered out.

Then fell to the ground.

This guy……

Reaction, perception, power...

In many ways, it is far superior to ordinary people.

Roger originally thought that Henrik's skills were all in the use of firearms, but now it seems that even if this guy has shortcomings, he is much stronger than himself.

Okay, it's safe.

Henrik leaned against the wall and quickly approached the small building in the distance in the shadows.

Moving briskly without making a sound, Roger felt like a bear in armor compared to him.

The dark scenes have become faint, and Roger now misses the state after taking the night cat medicine.

Henryk opened the door lock with ease, and quietly entered the room.

We seem to have come to the right place.

His nose moved slightly, Henrik whispered.

Then his face changed slightly, It smells bloody!

Saying that, without caring about hiding his figure, a brisk pacer rushed up the stairs. Roger was shocked, grabbed the handle of the knife and followed.

Bang!

Henrik's speed was very fast. He went straight to a room at the end of the corridor on the second floor, kicked open the door, and rolled in.

In the darkness, a rustling sound came, and near the bookcase near the wall, there was a dark figure rummaging for something.

A little light shot through the curtain on the other party, and a slender arm could be vaguely seen.

At this time, Roger, who was doing his best, also came to the door.

boom!

A shot went off.

Henrik, who was rolling on the ground, fired without hesitation.

A spark bloomed in the darkness, and then, the figure on the edge of the bookcase collapsed.

But Henrik still didn't give up. He adjusted his posture during the roll and pulled the trigger again!