Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 63 - 0: Hidden

Chapter 63: Chapter 063: Hidden

“Who is he?”

The middle-aged man with a bulbous, rosacea nose who received Roger and his colleague pondered over Roger with a skeptical glimmer in his eyes.

“He is my special advisor,” Henrik replied casually.

“Can we now meet Mr. Hannam?”

Although the middle-aged doctor was somewhat doubtful, he didn’t say anything further and led Roger and his colleague into the hospital.

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The air here was foul, the corridors wafted with the scent of disinfectant and a hint of mold. Passing through certain areas, Roger could see patients queueing for medicine, and nurses and guards with stiff expressions.

“That Hannam, has he truly gone mad?”

Riding the elevator down, Roger broke the silence.

“Ha, I’d rather he hadn’t. Then we could send this damned murderer to prison,” Henrik said with a chuckle.

“Instead of keeping him here!”

The middle-aged doctor glanced at Roger, “You’ll see when you meet him. With his condition, I’m not even sure if it can be counted as madness.”

Ding.

The elevator stopped at the third basement level.

They walked down a long corridor and came to a room at the very end. Looking through a small observation window on the door, they saw a room no larger than ten square meters with only a bed inside.

“He’s in there.”

“Shall I open the door for you to see for yourselves?”

“Whatever your purpose is, I’m afraid you’ve come here in vain this time.”

The door opened, and Roger and his colleague stepped inside.

On the small single bed lay an old man with white hair and beard who looked much younger than he did in the photos. If not for the color of his hair, his face made him appear to be a man not even fifty.

Both his hands and feet were strapped down. Hannam lay quietly on the bed, his eyes slightly open, staring directly at the ceiling.

“Mr. Hannam?”

Without any response, Roger was about to raise his voice when the middle-aged doctor behind him said, “Don’t bother, he won’t react.”

Roger turned around.

At that moment, Henrik, pretending to check the time, pulled a pocket watch from his pocket.

Click.

An eerie severed head quietly floated behind the doctor’s head, out of his sight.

To prevent subjects from spouting nonsense, Henrik always activated the wristwatch for each interrogation, with both men having clear roles.

“When they first caught this guy, he didn’t say a word. The police suspected he had some sort of mental issue, so they sent him here,” Henrik continued.

“He shows no reaction to any stimuli from the outside world.”

“Sound, temperature, light… even tolerance to pain.”

“And as time passed, his condition got worse. Eventually, he lost complete control of his body. Were it not for his heartbeat and brain waves…”

“We might’ve suspected that he had died,” the doctor remarked.

“I heard he joined a cult and used unspeakable black magic at the manor,” the doctor revealed with a cold sneer.

“I don’t believe such stories.”

“I’d much rather think of him as an unadulterated madman!”

The doctor seemed to harbor great hatred towards Hannam.

“Did you know Sir Hannam?” Henrik, sensing something, suddenly asked, emphasizing Hannam’s title.

“Sir?”

The doctor’s anger flashed across his face and disappeared as quickly as it came.

“Such a guy is also worthy of being called a sir?”

“Pah!”

“He’s nothing but a combination of an abuser and a madman!”

As anger surged, an unnatural flush crossed the doctor’s face. He took several deep breaths, trying hard to calm himself down.

“If it weren’t for that last bit of professional integrity, I would have torn that damn murderer to pieces long ago!”

A glint of pain flashed in his eyes.

“My sister, she was once Sir Hannam’s third wife. She was only 19 at that time, had been admitted to a local university in Bordeaux City, in the prime of her life.”

“But unfortunately, she met him!”

“At that time, Sir Hannam was already in his forties, but he looked after himself well, appearing like a man in his thirties.”

“Witty, handsome, well-educated, wealthy, plus a touch of romance that was just right.”

“You could find all the traits of the most successful man in Sir Hannam then. No woman could resist his charm.”

“Even though he had already been married twice before, there were still those who thought they were his true soulmate.”

“They divorced later?”

Roger knew that Sir Hannam had entered the sanctuary of marriage seven times, so he was sure the outcome must have ended in tragedy.

“Divorce?”

The middle-aged doctor shook his head. “They didn’t get a divorce because my sister, she died…”

“Her throat was slit, in the third month after their wedding!”

“The police ruled it a suicide because they found her suicide note beside the pillow, but how could that be possible?”

“She was so sunny, so optimistic. Just a few days before her death, we had met, and she was starting to dream of becoming a mother.”

“And at the time of her death, she was already one month pregnant, only she didn’t know it herself!”

The doctor’s face twisted in agony.

“Seven months after her death, Sir Hannam married again. The bride was a girl from out of town, who unknowingly lay on that bloodstained bed.”

“One after another.”

“In the nearly 20 years since, more than one or two women have died at the Hannam estate for various reasons.”

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“The locals in Swamp Town all know that the Hannam estate is a den of evil. Some even claim to have seen dark figures moving about on moonless nights.”

“People suspect that those shadows are the spirits of the dead girls, gathered together!”

“Because of his wealth and status, Sir Hannam has escaped legal punishment time and again over the years. Even though there’s no evidence, I believe he’s definitely involved in the girls’ deaths!”

After venting, the doctor’s emotions steadied somewhat.

“Would such a callous, bloodstained man go mad?” he asked, looking at Roger and his companion.

“Would you believe it?”

“Weighed down with sins, perhaps it’s the spirits of those girls coming to collect their debts!”

Looking back at Sir Hannam lying in bed, Roger found it hard to connect the kind-looking old man with the bloody executioner the doctor described.

He suddenly remembered what Henrik had once said, “More fearsome than the Evil Spirit, is the human heart!”

“What, you don’t want to believe it?”

Apparently seeing the doubt on Roger’s face, “Don’t look at the case files the police gave you. They are in cahoots, and too much has been edited out.”

“If you really want to investigate the truth, please come with me. Over the years, I have collected a lot of information about Sir Hannam.”

“I think it would be a great help to the investigation!”