"Know what?"

Roger asked curiously.

"It's a brutal ritual of transformation, and I've seen similar cases in the branch files, where those involved in the ritual give their souls without knowing it, guided by blood."

"Rituals bring out the ferocity of nearby beasts, making them extremely aggressive, and for those they kill, a portion of their souls are absorbed and become part of the caster's power."

Henrik glanced at Roger, "According to you, it should be the guy who provided the occult fragments." ”

"Although the threshold for the most basic occult rituals is very low, it is not something that can be performed by just a few high school students."

"The most important step of the whole ritual has been completed, and all that remains is blood guidance, and those things that are placed around are just boring tricks."

Henrik looked a little dismissive.

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

Deep down, Roger had almost locked on Sherman, but he had killed people in the woods, and he couldn't tell Henrik about being followed.

And in this ritual, Bob is also a participant, even if he has prepared some kind of potion for Bob in advance to drive away bloodthirsty beasts, there is no need for his son to participate in such a thing.

Roger was thinking about how to steer Henrik's pursuit to Sherman, but listened to Henrik continue to analyze.

"In order to properly absorb the soul fragments of the deceased, the caster must be an important part of the ritual, and he is either directly involved in the blood oath."

"Or...... It's the blood relatives of the participants! ”

Henrik said categorically.

"Get rid of the dead one, and the girl in your house, and there are only three targets left."

Henrik's eyes were determined, at this moment, he was no longer the usual profligate, and he looked much more reliable.

Betty ...... The black girl, judging from the data, seems to be in harmony with ...... Some relationships, unlikely. ”

Henrik muttered a few words.

"Bob and the girl named Lucy, the two of them are the most suspicious!"

"How are we going to lock on to our target next?"

Roger asked.

Henrik was much faster than he was.

"Targeted?"

"Why lock on to the target?" Henrik asked rhetorically.

"Boy, after analyzing it to this extent, this matter has basically been resolved."

"There are two targets left, just check them one by one."

Henrik waved his hand, "Go, follow me!" ”

"Where are you going?"

Roger wanted to say that he had class tomorrow, but Henrik probably wouldn't listen.

Most importantly, he was also curious.

It was a rare opportunity to come into contact with a real demon hunter, and he was naturally unwilling to give up such an opportunity.

"Go to that Bob's house."

Henrik patted his head.

"His father's name is Sherman, right, where does he live?"

"Let me think about ......"

"The three Holy Spirits, the ones who like to develop the most are the local rich and some guys with considerable assets."

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

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

"The two of us, now?"

"Or else?"

Henrik looked at Roger with the look you look stupid.

"Wait until dawn and then swagger to the door?"

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

He patted Roger on the shoulder.

"If you want to become a qualified demon hunter in the future, hmm...... Then the first thing you should learn is ......"

"Shameless enough."

"To hell with those so-called processes!"

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

"Then again, it's a good feeling not to give money."

How did Roger know that the demon hunter who had just been dignified had already been out of the realm at this time, and began to think about where to go to be happy after the mission was over.

Outside the estate.

The two figures were carefully hidden in the shadows.

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

Henrik raised his hand, but he didn't see how he moved, and after a few soft sounds, the camera installed in the hidden corner completely lost its effect.

The exterior of Sherman Manor is very high, it is a fairly old building, and it is rare to see such a tall manor with such a wall now.

Instead of running, Henrik jumped up lightly, tiptoe on the edge of the wall, and climbed over the courtyard wall with both hands.

The current Roger is no longer the rookie he used to be, although Henrik moves easily, Roger can still feel the power contained in the other party's body.

At least with his current physical fitness, he can't be as relaxed as Henrik.

Although the posture was ugly, Roger also managed to climb over the courtyard wall, as soon as he landed, he saw Henrik gently raise his hand, and then, there were two muffled snorts from the grass not far away, and two big black dogs staggered out.

Then he fell to the ground.

"This guy ......"

"Reaction, Perception, Power ......"

"In many ways, it's far beyond the average person."

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

"Alright, it's safe."

Henrik leaned against the wall, quickly approaching the small building in the distance in the shadows.

The movements were brisk but not making a sound, and compared to him, Roger felt like a bear in armor.

The darkness had become faint, and Roger now missed the state he had been in after taking the Night Cat Potion.

Henrik unlocked the door and crept into the room.

"We seem to be in the right place."

With a slight movement of his nose, Henrik whispered.

Immediately after that, his face changed slightly, "There is a smell of blood!" ”

As he spoke, he didn't care about hiding his figure, and rushed up the stairs with a brisk step, and Roger was startled, grabbed the handle of the knife and followed.

"Bang!"

Henrik was fast, and he went straight to a room at the end of the hallway on the second floor, then kicked the door open and rolled in.

In the darkness, there was a sound of Suosuo, and near the bookcase near the wall, a dark shadow was rummaging for something.

A little light shone 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.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

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

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

But Henrik didn't give up, he adjusted his position in the tumble and pulled the trigger again!