Demon Hunter and His Hut

"Jason..." Famick glanced at the leaving woman.

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

Jason clapped his hands, attracting the attention of others.

"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 is wealth, maybe it is the truth of the world."

"Spells, magic or the secret of longevity!"

Jensen’s language was incredibly provocative, and he stretched out his hand.

"We are about to embark on a crazy journey, I will ask again."

"Are you willing to join?!"

"I do!"

Famick stretched out his hand first.

"me too!"

Everyone's palms were overlapped and their eyes contacted, everyone thought they had made the most correct choice.

"What about those who did not attend this meeting?"

Someone asked.

"That is their sorrow, they don't even know what they missed!"

Jason sneered.

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

"Great existence, your servant Jason has fulfilled your entrustment."

There is nothing unusual in the room. If anyone sees it, they will think that Jason is talking to himself.

But at this moment, Jason's face originally reflected in the bronze mirror suddenly became distorted, and then a strange face appeared in the bronze mirror.

The face is clear, and he wears a mask made of bark.

Jason picked up the papyrus in the black box, and the blood stains he dripped on it were now completely dispersed.

Then he appeared clearly line by line.

"Who was the first woman I slept with?"

The answer appears under the question.

One by one, Jensen watched silently, and the records above were all the darkest secrets that the writer had buried in his heart.

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

A faint smile appeared on Jason'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 make them obedient."

Jason's fingers rubbed the paper.

"Which one should you start first?"

"Tsk tsk."

"Don't even let your sister go, you really are a scumbag!"

"You are the one."

As soon as the voice fell, the figure in the bronze mirror disappeared. Jason 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 strong man was indulging in employment, but although his body was moving mechanically, his eyes were a little straight and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Focus on, what do you think of me?"

"A certain fantasy woman?"

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

The man said nothing, filled the cup with liquid, and drank his head up.

His face was gloomy, and he recalled what had happened just now.

"How can anyone know about this?"

"She is so young, it is impossible to leave a memory..."

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

"Did something drop?"

He asked irritably.

Patter.

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

The man just wanted 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 trapped in it.

In his fascination, he didn't even notice a sharp weapon poking down.

…………

"Are you full?"

Mila poked her head out of the quilt and looked at Roger who was devouring it.

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

Roger let out a comfortable hiccup, "Not bad, I am really hungry these days, I need to replenish my strength."

With that, he glanced at Mira.

The two were talking, and suddenly there was a heart-piercing scream 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, with some blood stained on the soles of her feet and calves, and her face was full of horror.

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

"what happened?"

Jason rushed from the other direction, with Famick by his side, everyone huddled to the end of the corridor.

The carpet in the room was soaked with blood.

A naked man leaned against the bed, his face was pale but with a weird smile, he was holding a wine glass in his hand, and there was a lump of meat on the man's body in the glass.

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

The pungent smell of blood filled the room, and the young man who couldn't stand the impact of this scene vomited it out on the spot.

Everyone looked at each other ~www.NovelMTL.com~ had no idea what happened.

"Call the police, call the police!"

"The murderer must still be on board!"

Someone shouted.

No one can associate suicide with such a method of death.

Roger frowned. He carefully avoided some traces and walked into the room. The hunter's vision turned on where no one saw it.

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

Messy sheets, sweat stains, body fluids, and alcohol volatile in the air.

"No drugs."

Roger looked back at the woman in bikini.

"You were the last to leave the room and the first to spot him."

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

What surprised him was that this 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 emerald green eyes, like a lake, bottomless.

The woman also noticed Roger, her eyes flashed and she let out a soft voice.

Then she retracted her gaze and even left the scene and walked outside.

Roger hesitated, separated the crowd and followed the dark-haired woman.

The woman seemed to know that Roger had followed and went straight to the deck. The sea breeze was blowing with long hair, and Roger actually smelled a hint of green grass from it.

"You killed him?"

Luo Jiehui asked.

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

"They signed a contract for death."