Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 135 - Suspicion

Chapter 135 -135 Suspicion

“Could it be underground?”

Roger speculated.

But this time, Henrik did not respond to him; instead, he led Roger to the back of the police station.

He and Peter took out their badges and put them on their chests, “Leave your weapons in the car. You’re not a Demon Hunter from the Hunter’s Guild, so you can’t bring weapons in here.”

Roger hesitated for a moment but followed Henrik’s instructions anyway.

Henrik led the way with Roger closely following, and Peter stood at the very end.

“Let’s go.”

Following the bustling crowd, the three of them entered through the side door of the police station, but the scene in front of them made Roger pause in surprise.

Instead of the familiar flow of people and facilities, what appeared before Roger was an ancient hall decorated with solid wood.

The space was very open, with a chandelier boasting a diameter of almost 10 meters hanging from the ceiling. The entrance was a spacious area with an inquiry desk on the right hand side and a staircase leading up ahead.

Turning back, he could see through the glass the street across and a fast food restaurant. Although it was his first time here, if Roger remembered correctly…

The side entrance should lead to the police station’s…

“Haha, no need to check any further.”

Henrik interrupted Roger’s thoughts.

“This isn’t the police station you see; it’s a different place altogether.”

A term flashed through Roger’s mind and he blurted it out.

“A different space?”

“Yes and no,” Peter spoke from the side.

“You could consider it a separate existence of a space if you like, but as you have more interaction with it, you will come to understand it better,” Peter explained briefly.

“Putting the exit in such an obvious place, aren’t you afraid it could be discovered or accidentally stumbled upon by ordinary people?” Roger asked curiously.

“That won’t happen,”

Henrik tapped his own badge, “Peter and I activated our badges at the same time to successfully bring you here.”

“Moreover, I have already reported it upwards. Otherwise, even if you accidentally stumbled in, you would be taken back to the original world the moment you stepped in here.”

“Come on, let’s get you registered and then head upstairs,”

Henrik said, leading Roger toward the inquiry desk on the other side.

The hall wasn’t crowded, and the few people Roger occasionally saw were sharp-eyed and serious-faced.

Like Henrik, these people were presumably Demon Hunters belonging to the Hunter’s Guild.

“Sir, I must remind you once again that you are not permitted to carry any weapons…”

The woman at the reception desk scanned over Roger, seemingly checking something.

After Henrik wrote down some simple information, he took Roger up the stairs.

The building was circular, with the extravagant chandelier in the middle, and the three of them continued up the stairs until they reached a room on the fourth floor.

Knocking on the door, Henrik was about to follow in when a staff member stopped him.

“Mr. Henrik, this inquiry is exclusively for Mr. Roger. Please wait outside,”

Henrik was taken aback, clearly unaware of this arrangement. He gave Roger a reassuring look.

“We’ll wait for you outside; it’s just a formality,”

“Alright,”

Roger didn’t think much of it and followed the staff member into the room.

The room’s decor was essentially the same as the hall outside: hardwood floors and walls covered in fabric. In the center of the room, a redwood conference table was placed.

As Roger entered the room, the three people seated behind the table all looked up at the same time, scrutinizing him with their eyes.

Seated on the far left was a pale-faced, gaunt middle-aged man with black hair closely cropped to his head, his eyes narrow with bright light sparkling in his pupils.

His lips pursed slightly, and although his gaze did not fall directly on Roger, it gave off a faint chill that was quite uncomfortable.

In the middle sat an elderly woman with a kind face and gray hair. To look at her, she seemed no different from the ordinary women one would see on any given day.

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As their gazes met, the elderly woman suddenly spoke.

“Roger, you come recommended by Henrik. I’ve reviewed your file.”

“Allow me to introduce myself; I am Linda, the leader of the Bordeaux Hunters Branch.”

“The persons sitting beside me are Mr. Dickinson and Ms. Arlo respectively.”

“Mr. Dickinson represents the Demon Hunters, while Ms. Arlo represents the Voodoo Association. Despite her young age, she is the beloved disciple of the Voodoo Queen.”

Roger followed Linda’s gaze to see the person seated on her other side, a black woman with her hair coiled up.

Unlike Betty’s elegance, this woman bore many native features, with higher cheekbones and a slightly protruding lower half of her face, her thick lips adorned with a golden lip ring.

With Roger’s eyesight, he could easily discern the intricate patterns carved on the lip ring.

Could it be a magical object?

“We will now begin the official interrogation, Mr. Roger, and you must answer truthfully,” said Linda, eyeing Roger.

“If you lie, believe me, you won’t escape the perception of a Dream Diviner and the observation of a Demon Hunter.”

“And me!”

Arlo suddenly interjected from the side.

“Alright, the interrogation officially starts!”

With Linda leading, the three began to question Roger about the events, including their origin, course, and development, and the basic process was not much different from what Henrik had guessed.

After more than 10 minutes of repetitive questioning, just when Roger thought it was all about to end, Dickinson, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke, “The file says you come from a declining Demon Hunter family.”

Those narrow eyes fixed on Roger.

“Can you tell me which family it is?”

“I’m familiar with the Demon Hunter families of Bordeaux City and its surrounding areas. Has your family really dwindled to a single descendant?”

“Dickinson!”

As Roger found himself at a loss for words, Linda suddenly spoke up from beside him.

“Sorry… that was presumptuous of me.”

Dickinson lowered his head, saying nothing more.

At that moment, Arlo on the other side spoke up abruptly.

“Mr. Roger, after you burst into the room, the python used its body to block the entrance. In other words, during the time before Mansu’s death…”

“You were the only one who faced her alone, is that right?”

An unusual glint danced in Arlo’s eyes, and a chill ran through Roger’s heart, but he still nodded.

“That’s correct.”

“You claim that with Henrik’s assistance, you killed her, just with a sword?”

Arlo’s gaze was full of scrutiny, “Not that I doubt your abilities, but how could you, a Demon Hunter wielding archaic weapons, manage to kill a Witch alone?”

“Even one who was extremely weakened.”

Before Roger could answer, she pressed on with another question.

“Besides that black witch’s robe, did you not find anything else on her?”

His heart skipped a beat; Roger knew this question was probably the crux of this interrogation!