Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 62 - 0 Bedlam

Chapter 62: Chapter 062 Bedlam

“When the police first arrived at the Hannam estate, they discovered a total of five bodies in addition to the lady of the house, Edith.”

Roger flipped through the information Henrik had photocopied from the police station, and the limbs pieced together in the photos were extremely unsettling to look at.

“Apart from Edith, the bodies of the others had been dismembered, and to be honest, that’s no small task.”

“A gardener, two maids, a cook, and a butler.”

“Two men and three women. Based on what those thugs said, we can basically preliminarily ascertain that the Evil Spirit wandering around the estate was likely a woman when alive.”

“Because everyone described it using the term ‘female ghost,’ in addition to other descriptors, like long hair and a bloodstained dress.”

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The document Roger held was about one of the maids, a woman named Lucille with good looks, a pale complexion, and distinctly large eyes, black and white.

“Generally speaking, apart from using special mystical ceremonies, the conditions for the formation of a ghost are quite stringent, with the intense emotions just before death being a crucial factor in prompting the specter to take shape.”

“This is also why, in most people’s understanding, malevolent ghosts are female, because women are more emotional, and the peaks of their emotional swings are also greater.”

This woman named Lucille had an ordinary background. She was just a regular worker who had two children at home. She had only taken the job after the previous maid resigned.

She hadn’t been at the Hannam estate for many months, and while the pay was generous and the work easy, her life was cruelly cut short not long after.

She came from a normal background, and although she did not have a high level of education and had some minor friction with her husband, she was not the type with a gloomy demeanor and a tragic past.

It can be said that for such a person, even the chances of accidentally becoming an Evil Spirit were very low.

The other maid, a slightly plump woman, appeared kind and was middle-aged. She and the cook were sisters, and according to the records, they were amicable and scarcely ever had conflicts with their neighbors.

It seemed that none of these three women possessed the external conditions for becoming a ghost.

Turning to the next page of the information, a line of text caught Roger’s attention.

“It shows here that Hannam drugged the five people in the estate before brutally killing them, which means they did not suffer much before dying.”

Roger pointed to the words on the document, “People who die in such a confused state, it’s hard for them to experience strong emotional fluctuations before death, right?”

“Your analysis is very reasonable,” Henrik nodded, “but that’s only one aspect. In some rare circumstances, intense resentment can still prompt the birth of a ghost.”

“However, the five people who died at the Hannam estate clearly do not fall into this category.”

“Continue reading.”

“According to the police’s further analysis, whether intentionally or not, the dosage of the hallucinogens Hannam used on the five people in the estate was not high.”

Realizing a terrible consequence, Roger gasped, “Does that mean they might have been relatively conscious and watched themselves being dismembered?”

“It’s not a matter of possibility.”

“From the state of some muscles on their bodies, the forensics team could easily tell,” Henrik sighed.

“To be honest, under such circumstances, it wouldn’t be surprising if all five evolved into Evil Spirits.”

“Alright,” Roger said, pinching the not too thick folder that nevertheless felt heavy, as if every sheet was soaked with blood.

“Let’s go,” Henrik closed the documents and started the car, “We’re going to visit one by one. Some things can’t be grasped just from the text.”

Following the addresses on the file, the pair first went to the house of the maid named Lucille. With their credentials paving the way, they easily met Lucille’s husband without any trouble.

A middle-aged man with a weary expression, faint cries of children could be heard in the room, but he seemed utterly disinterested in caring for them, rubbing his face in agony instead.

Leaving Lucille’s house, Roger crossed her name off the list of potential suspects. They hurried on to the cook and another maid’s home without a break.

After some conversation, they left there as well.

“Could it really be that you’ve guessed it correctly, kid?”

Henrik lit a cigarette.

All three women had been eliminated from suspicion, leaving only one target, Edith.

Edith was a beautiful blonde, who, judging by her photographs, was no more than 30 years old. Considering she had been married to Hannam for several years, this meant she was nearly 40 years younger than him when they got married!

“What a typical case of ‘money matches beauty.'”

“This woman is not a local, no one knows her background, so there isn’t much information we could find on her.”

“If we really can’t figure it out, we’ll have to target her and try again tonight.”

“According to the records, Edith is supposed to have died of an illness, and Hannam cared for her deeply; she should have no regrets.”

Henrik said, “Of course, if you, kid, have guessed right, then Edith is indeed the most likely one.”

Roger originally thought this task would be quite simple, like in a game: accept the quest, reach the target area, kill the monsters, then return and complete the quest.

But reality was far more complex than a game, much more so. They had been here over a day, and they still hadn’t identified the Evil Spirit, not to mention knowing if there was any so-called mastermind behind it all.

“Why don’t we investigate Hannam?”

“He should be the only living person in the know, right?” Roger suddenly asked.

“That guy has gone insane, I’ve confirmed it over a phone call before.”

“What if… he’s faking it?”

“Impossible,” Henrik shook his head.

“The Federation’s current mental tests are quite authoritative, and the information from Bedlam is very detailed. We can basically eliminate that possibility.”

Despite Henrik’s words, Roger always felt somewhat uneasy without seeing it for himself.

The cigarette in his hand was extinguished.

“Let’s just go take a look, we don’t have a better idea right now anyway.”

Henrik started the car.

The mental hospital in Swamp Town was not located in the town center but deep in the swamp, 70 kilometers from the small town.

Approaching noon, they bought some food on the road, and Roger even managed to take a quick nap. When he woke up, the car had already stopped in front of an iron gate.

The exaggeratedly high wall surrounded a vast wasteland. In such a place, even if a patient did escape, they’d surely lose their way within twenty miles.

At night, it might even be possible to slip and die in the swamp.

Henrik pressed the doorbell and after identifying themselves, drove into Bedlam.

At some point, the sky turned overcast again, heavy black clouds bearing down, as if trying to swallow the whole mental institution in one gulp.

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