Roger frowned.

He was now almost certain that Mal had been killed by the beast while he was following him.

But why did Bob's father send someone to follow me?

This made Roger really a little confused, what did he want to investigate? Or did he find something?

Being followed, Roger's first thought was Ivy, he didn't come to this world for a long time, and he didn't have much intersection with other people, and the most motivated person was Ivy.

But now......

The clues are chaotic, and if you follow any of them, you will get different results.

"Tomorrow is Simpson's funeral, and after the funeral, there will be a memorial service at their house, are you going?"

Amanda asked suddenly.

Roger nodded quickly, "Go ahead, by the way, see if there are any clues." ”

The two exchanged a few more words, but Amanda obviously didn't know much, and a lot of information Roger was inconvenient to tell Amanda, and she left after a while.

"I'm glad to see that you guys get along so well."

When Roger was thinking about things, Andrein's voice suddenly came from the door, and when he turned around, Andreine was wearing a home dress and walked towards Roger with two cups in her hands.

"A cup of hot cocoa."

"Ms. Andreine......"

"...... between me and Amanda"

Roger now feels as if he was caught by the other party's parents when he was having a tryst with a little girl.

"Hey, there's no need to be nervous."

Seeing Roger's appearance, Adeline felt a little amused.

"That's a matter for you young people, I won't interfere too much, if you really can talk about it......"

"I'm very optimistic about you......"

"Amanda and I weren't close to me since I was a child, and when I grew up, I was even more independent, and he had very few friends at school, so I'm really happy for her to see you talk."

"Although she has a hard mouth and doesn't speak so well many times, she is not bad in her heart."

Roger nodded, "She's a good girl. ”

"It's a pity it's not a sorceress......" he added silently in his heart.

Hey?

Why should I think that?

"Tomorrow is Simpson's funeral, and I've got you dressed for it, and although you've only met once, I think you should be able to see him off for the last time."

"No problem." Roger nodded.

After a few more small talks, Adeline left, and Roger got up and was about to close the door when a little head with red hair suddenly came in.

Amanda looked at Roger with a wary expression, "What did Mom just tell you?" ”

"Tell me about the mess of peeing your pants when you were a kid."

Roger's face was black.

"Really?"

Amanda almost blew up.

"Fake."

Roger replied helplessly.

"Roger!!"

"I'm sorry, Miss Amanda, I'm sleepy and going to bed, good night!"

Roger waved his hand and slammed the door shut without waiting for Amanda to respond.

After a while, a note suddenly slipped under the crack of the door, "It's dangerous outside now, don't go out at night." ”

"I'll keep an eye on you!"

At the end, he also drew a fierce grimace.

With a warm heart, Roger tore up the note casually.

He really didn't plan to go into the woods at night until he was sure of something, on the one hand, the chances of being attacked by wild beasts were greater, and on the other hand, he was a little worried.

Is the other party simply stalking, or is there something else going on?

The door was locked, and Roger sat on the carpet in front of the bed.

He took off his upper clothes, let his skin come into direct contact with the air, took a deep breath, then exhaled, closed his eyes, his breath gradually became longer, and then began to meditate according to the method described in the manual.

After a while, he opened his eyes helplessly.

There have been so many things he has experienced recently, and there are many doubts lingering in his heart, and his thoughts are so chaotic that he can't calm down at all.

He found the hidden concentration potion, thought about it, and put it back.

This thing is indeed amazing, but if you don't fall asleep in the hunter's hut, you won't be able to fully recover even if you sleep naturally for two or three days.

There's something to do tomorrow.

Empty your mind and adjust your breathing ......

Half an hour later, Roger opened his eyes again.

"Still won't work."

In fact, the cultivation of the physical body and the cultivation of the spirit are completely contrary.

One pole is moving, the other is static.

This is also the reason why there are very few geniuses who study at the same time.

It's like in real life, it's extremely difficult to expect a sports maniac to become a prince of music.

The concentration potion on the table reflected a special glow in the moonlight, and seeing this scene, a thought suddenly popped up in Roger's heart.

He took a glass of water, then carefully dropped a few drops of the concentration potion.

After stirring slightly, raise your head and drink the water from your glass.

The potion worked quickly, but it was much weaker than before.

But that's exactly what Roger wants to see.

He closed his eyes again.

This time, the brain quickly became calm, the chest rose and fell in a special rhythm, and the mind seemed to be injected with a warm current.

I don't know how long it was, when Roger opened his eyes again and glanced at the wall clock on the wall, two hours had passed.

It seemed that meditation had counteracted the exhaustion, and there were no side effects of taking concentration potions in the past, and Roger was overjoyed to discover this.

This means that he can meditate instead of sleep every night after that.

And as his strength increases, he may be able to gradually get rid of the potion and take the initiative to enter a meditative state.

At that point, he could even try the Focus Potion after leaving the Hunter's Hut.

As long as you meditate afterwards to recover the lost energy, but meditation is not omnipotent, it cannot replace real sleep, after all, it cannot restore physical fatigue.

It was nearly midnight, and Roger cautiously went to the window and observed the street outside through the gap in the curtains.

It wasn't long before he found some anomalies.

"There's someone in that blue Ford."

Under the dim street lamp, Roger's gaze naturally couldn't penetrate the window, but the long observation made him notice the occasional shaking of the body.

Even couples who want to go field will not choose this kind of neighborhood nearby, and when it is close to midnight, who will be bored enough to sit alone in the car?

Noting down the license plate number, Roger ignored it, sat down cross-legged, and began a new round of meditation.

Again and again, until it was dark.

He opened his eyes, his mind clear, and he was full of energy, but his body was stiff from sitting cross-legged all night.

"If only this thing could be practiced lying down."

Roger thought with some greed.

Breakfast was simple but nutritious, and after eating, little Jack was picked up by his aunt, while Andleine took Roger and his wife to Simpson's house.

It was a small two-story building near the edge of the town, the paint on the outside of the house was peeling, and it seemed that the Simpsons' family was not in a good financial situation.

Although the Simpson house looks dilapidated, there is a small courtyard at the back, and he is to be buried in the family cemetery at the back.

As he got out of the car, Roger stumbled upon a nondescript blue Ford parked on the side of the road.