Haunted Manor: A horrific murder has taken place in Sir Hansom's manor, where ghosts wander and continue to hunt down those who disturb his sleep.

Pacify the undead and trace the origins to uncover the secrets of Hannum Manor.

Reward:......

Roger bared his teeth.

This ellipsis is confusing, meaning that the reward is unknown, or is it ...... Omitted?

In addition to this mission, there is also a mission on the notice board for Beast Attack, but to Roger's surprise, he and Henrik have found the killer behind it, and Sherman is dead.

But the strange thing is that the status of this quest is not updated, it still shows that it is not completed, and the handwriting on it is faint, and it seems that it may disappear at any time.

"Is the mission investigating in the wrong direction?"

When it was noon, the two ordered a burger set, and Roger thought about it and was going to ask Henrik for his opinion.

"Sherman is dead, his accomplices have run away again, the root cause and hidden dangers of the beast attack have been solved, and the mission has been completed at this point."

"Could that be some clue we're missing?"

"What did you find?" Henrik asked rhetorically.

Roger's heart sank, and it seemed that his repeated inquiries had made Henrik suspicious.

"No, it just feels like things are going a little too well." He explained casually.

"Goo-dong!"

Henrik drank his beer from his glass and burped with satisfaction.

"That's because you met me, boy."

He said unashamedly.

"You have to remember." Henrik lowered his voice.

"We're demon hunters, not cops."

"The truth is not important to us, what we need to do is to find the root cause of the disaster and solve it, and try to minimize the impact of those things on ordinary people."

"Try your best, you know?"

Roger nodded as if he didn't understand.

Life is not a game after all, and he still has a lot to learn.

Having eaten and drunk to his heart's content, Henrik went around the nearby alley, and it wasn't long before he came out whistling.

"I've already inquired about it."

"It's just a few ordinary gangsters, doing some stealing things."

He started the car, "Let's go, let's go meet a few people." ”

…………

In a residential gathering place on the edge of Swamp Town, a deafening sound of music can be heard from a house with peeling walls.

In the room, several young men and women were staggering and spitting fog.

They slumped on the couch in twos and threes, their hair greasy and pale, with uneaten pizza on the table, and the sound of men gasping and wooden beds swaying could be heard in the room behind the living room.

"You tmd give me a little quiet!"

A young man in a vest shouted irritably.

"Haha, Gilmour, you must be envious of Lao Tzu's persistence, don't look at your face, you have a face that pleases women, but compared to some skills, you are still far behind!"

There was a loud laugh from the room, and instead of lowering the voice, the escalation seemed to be intensifying.

"What the hell!"

The young man named Gilmour shook his head irritably, picked up the already cold and hard pizza on the table, and ate it in a big bite.

"Oh God......"

A young black man sitting next to Gilmour sighed, "Please don't mention that word again." ”

"I now have nightmares every night and have to do something to put myself to sleep."

"What a nightmare that day!"

There was a hint of horror on the face of the black youth.

"Don't be afraid, baby, it's all an illusion."

A black girl came out of his arms, "We were all drunk that night, and Gilmour got something a little bit hard, and in that environment, it's normal to see some visions. ”

"A bunch of cowards!"

Gilmour pouted, "Del that guy is a pervert, he's going to play himself to death sooner or later, and there's nothing strange about dying there." ”

Someone muttered.

"Haha, what's so scary?"

The door opened, and a burly white young man strode out, "If you want me to say that we should go again, doing something in that kind of place is infinitely more exciting than outside!" ”

"Oh, no!"

"I don't want to go to that kind of place again!"

A voice came from behind the white youth.

A thin man in a vest and pants stepped out from behind him.

"Don't worry, baby, I'll protect you." The white man turned around and comforted.

Knock knock!

Just then, there was a knock on the door outside.

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes full of doubt.

The black girl turns down the volume of the music.

"Who?!" Gilmour asked in a deep voice.

"Police!"

A middle-aged man's voice came from outside the door.

Everyone's faces changed drastically, and Gilmour gestured frantically as he asked loudly, "Is there anything I can do to help you, sir?" ”

"There are still some details about the death that happened at Hannum Manor a few days ago that require your cooperation in the investigation."

"Please, officer, you've asked us so many times."

Gilmour tried to stall as much as he could.

"Open the door!"

What answered him was a voice outside the door that grew deeper.

The door opened.

Henrik and Roger walked into the room.

"Find a clean room." Henrik raised the document in Jan's hand.

"Sir, I need to see your papers."

Gilmour said unhurriedly.

Looking at the documents handed over by Henrik, Gilmour pretended to ask casually, "Are you from the police station?" Officer Tom ......"

"Put away your little tricks!"

Henrik interrupted Gilmour indifferently, "I don't know any so-called Tom, and he didn't come from the police station. ”

He looked at Gilmour with a gloomy gaze, "Are you going to obediently cooperate with me in the investigation, or do you want to try to see if your skull is as hard as my bullets!" ”

"Dare to threaten us?!"

A long-haired young man suddenly pulled open the drawer on the coffee table, and with a loud cry, he pulled out a gun.

"Believe it or not, I'll put a ...... on your head first"

Before he could finish speaking, a figure flashed in front of him, and then his wrist hurt, and the gun in his hand was kicked high.

Roger kicked the gun in the long-haired youth's hand and turned around and slammed it into the other's chest.

"Ah......h

The long-haired young man let out a scream, and at that moment a loud roar came from behind him, "They are not police!" ”

"them!"

Usually, these guys may not have such impulses, but at this time, they have ingested a lot of drugs, and their spirits are in a state of excitement, and they can't stand the slightest provocation.

The white man picked up a chair beside him and rushed forward with a loud roar.

But at this moment, a cold light flashed in front of him, and the white strong man only felt a chill on his cheeks.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound behind him, followed by the screams of her boyfriend.

The strong man turned his head in a panic, and not far behind him, his boyfriend's right hand was pierced by a sharp short knife, and then nailed to the wall.

Only then did the strong man feel a warmth on his cheeks, and he reached out to touch it, and bright red blood smeared the entire palm.

"Who wants to try?"

Roger pulled out the dinner knife on the table, and his indifferent gaze swept over the others.