Demon Hunter and His Hut

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Roger stood in front of the University of Bordeaux, looking at the institution of higher learning with a history of more than 150 years.

This university was built during the Bordeaux colonial period, so the architectural style of the school is very different from the surroundings.

Old trees over a hundred years old can be seen everywhere in the school, and you can feel the heritage and weight of this school when you stroll through them.

After explaining his intentions, Roger didn't wait long and was taken to a separate office. After knocking on the door, Roger stepped into it. He was taken aback when he saw the man sitting behind the desk.

"Are you surprised?"

The man sitting behind the desk smiled. It was a kind smile, but for some reason, it seemed to make people feel inexplicably cold.

"Mr. Dickinson, why are you here?"

The so-called history professor turned out to be the demon hunter Roger met last time in the hunter branch.

"I once said that I have a deep research on the history of Bordeaux and the Demon Hunter family. If the birthplace of your family is here, then I will know more or less."

"Please sit down, Mr. Roger."

Dickinson stood up and pointed to the opposite seat.

Although Roger was a little surprised by the professor's true identity, he naturally couldn't turn around and left at this time, and secretly determined his identity. Roger felt a lot more open, and he did it directly after hearing the words.

"what do you want to drink?"

"Tea, coffee or water?"

"No thanks."

"I happened to read a book about the origins of the Bordeaux nobility this time. One of the Stuarts caught my interest."

Roger directly explained his intentions.

"The Stuart family..."

"That's really a strange family."

Dickinson poured a glass of water for Roger, turned around and searched for it on the bookshelf behind him.

"The Stuart family are foreign nobles. According to them, they came here from Injman. It is said that they can be traced back to a certain generation of royal family of Injman."

"But you should understand the nobles' faces. They like to put gold on their faces, so not many people take what they say seriously."

"But this family is indeed very rich. They once bought an entire street and named it after their family crest."

"Narcissus Street."

"The buildings on both sides of the street don't seem to be much different from the surroundings, but strolling through them always makes people feel a little strange."

While talking, Dickinson pulled out a book from the shelf.

Put the book on the table and turn to one of the pages.

"It took a lot of effort to find a little manuscript of the building that year, and restore a little structure of the original Narcissus Street."

Roger lowered his head and looked at the picture on the book, his pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.

This structure looks almost exactly the same as the Narcissus Street he saw in the foggy world.

"There are no windows in the area facing the street?"

Roger pretended to be what he had just discovered.

"Not only that."

Dickinson nodded, "Look at this page."

Roger turned over the next few pages and showed the basic structure of the house on Narcissus Street. On the other side of the house, it was like the tiny windows that he had seen.

"Isn't it weird?"

"Is it some strange custom?"

Roger pretended to be interested.

"No, no, no!"

Dickinson gave a mysterious smile and shook his head.

"What do these holes remind you of?"

Roger observed carefully, but still shook his head.

"Sorry, my knowledge is limited, I can't tell."

"It seems that you are not a native of Bordeaux."

Dickinson gave a meaningful smile.

He drew out a book from the table casually, and the corner of Roger's eye passed the study of tombs in the Bordeaux area.

Dickinson turned over a page in the book, placed the two children's books side by side, and pushed them in front of Roger.

"What now?"

Roger's face changed abruptly.

Although there is a slight difference in the form of expression, the patterns on the two books clearly represent the same structure.

"This is the tomb?!"

Roger looked surprised.

"Yes it is."

Dickinson nodded.

"The entire Bordeaux area is a big swamp, no one knows how big and deep the underground swamp in the Bordeaux area is."

"Maybe the following things are beyond our imagination."

Dickinson said a word without beginning and ending.

"I think you should know a little bit about the burial customs in Bordeaux. Because there are large and small swamps underground, most people living here will not choose to bury the bones of their loved ones."

"The backflow of stagnant water will soak the bones in the coffin, and it will also cause unnecessary trouble."

"Trouble with extraordinary directions."

"So most people in Bordeaux will build the tomb on the ground and choose the hanging coffin at the same time."

"The climate here is humid and the weather is hot. In order to ensure ventilation, they will build large and small vents around the tomb."

Dickinson pointed to the structure of houses on Narcissus Street.

"like this."

He chuckled lightly, his slender eyes narrowed into a slit, and his expression was like a snake that had stolen a bird's egg.

Roger was also slightly stunned.

"The house they built is not for people to live in at all?!"

"Who knows?"

Dickinson did not answer Roger's question.

"According to the data I investigated, the entire Narcissus Street is filled with strange people, some of whom are from Ingman and the Stuart family."

"Another part comes from the absorption of local residents."

"This family is too mysterious and extremely exclusive. Because of its special house structure, even in the daytime, the locals are reluctant to go there."

"After all, no matter who it is, I don't want to pass by the cemetery all day."

Roger flipped through the books in Dickinson's hands.

"Do you know the specific active period of this family?"

Roger asked.

"About 80 to 100 years ago, and then the entire family disappeared. The specific reason could not be found. At that time, many behaviors of this family also attracted the attention of the Hunter Guild."

"Of course the Hunter's Guild back then was not the same as it is now, but I have inquired about relevant information in the guild, but only a few."

"It's as if this is just an ordinary noble family."

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Roger stood up, "Mr. Dickinson, can you lend me a look at this book? Many things in it are worthy of careful study."

"of course!"

The attitude Dickinson showed was completely different from the aggressive feeling he had when he was in the Hunter's Guild that day.

He looked at Roger with slender eyes, which made Roger a little uncomfortable.

"This is my phone number, Mr. Roger. If you have any questions, you can call me at any time."

"Ok."

Roger put Dickinson's book into his backpack, and when he walked to the door, Dickinson's meaningful voice came from behind.

"Mr. Roger, we will meet again."

"Will."