Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 64 - 0 Unexpected Discovery

Chapter 64: Chapter 064 Unexpected Discovery

The middle-aged doctor pushed open the door and left, and Roger took the opportunity to give Henrik a meaningful look.

Henrik nodded, indicating that everything the doctor had said was true. He put away his pocket watch and followed the doctor with big strides.

They arrived at the doctor’s office, which suggested that the middle-aged man held a high position in the hospital, as he had a private office with a safe in the corner.

The doctor entered the combination, took out a thick stack of documents from the safe, and said, “Everything’s in here. Once you go through these, you’ll understand that guy’s true face.”

Henrik took the documents, and Roger leaned over and casually flipped through a few pages, the information and content shocked him to the core.

The information here varied greatly from what they had seen from the police. In comparison, the doctor’s information was detailed and well-substantiated. It would be difficult to fake such complex documents.

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Added to Henrik’s test just now, Roger was now essentially in agreement with the doctor’s viewpoint.

After asking a few more questions, the two of them exited the hospital, and by that time the afternoon had already arrived.

The sky outside was so overcast that it seemed like it could drip rain at any moment, and this feeling of an impending downpour was oppressive.

“An unexpected gain,” Henrik remarked as he started the car.

“I had been focusing all my attention on the recent tragedy at the mansion, neglecting the timeline that stretched back further.”

“If that’s the case, then this Evil Spirit might have been around for more than just a day or two. The information here is disturbing. It looks like Hannam must have acquired true mystical knowledge.”

“All his actions over these years have been in preparation for his ritual,” Henrik said as he drove.

“With such a long time span, hasn’t the Hunters Guild noticed anything?”

Henrik sighed, “The Hunters Guild isn’t omniscient and omnipotent. This is a capital society now. A careful disguise coupled with the protection of local forces sometimes makes it very difficult for even us to detect anything.”

“And besides…” Henrik trailed off, hesitating.

“The situation here is somewhat unique, making the investigation indeed difficult.”

He glanced at Roger, “We are Demon Hunters, not gods. Although we have certain privileges, we are still subject to legal consequences.”

“Can a person, no matter how powerful, really go against an army?”

Without delving further into that subject, Roger suddenly remembered another matter, “If all this is Hannam’s meticulous preparation, why has he ended up in his current state?”

“Could it be due to the backlash of the ritual?”

Henrik pondered for a moment.

“It’s possible.”

“What was originally just an ordinary investigation has ended up involving so many complications,” he said, glancing at the documents in Roger’s hand. “With so many people, we have quite the task ahead in our investigation.”

“I suggest we investigate in reverse chronological order, starting with the most recent events, as it would be more convenient,” Roger proposed.

“Let’s do as you say.”

Having locked in on their first target, Henrik drove on as Roger continued to peruse the documents.

Henrik had not closed his eyes for two days and one night, while Roger had only taken a short rest, considering they still had to visit Hannam’s mansion that evening.

Even though pressed for time, they still found a place to park and catch a brief nap, as facing an Evil Spirit in such a state of exhaustion was extremely dangerous.

The slightest relaxation of vigilance could leave them vulnerable to an attack.

Thanks to his consistent meditation and a slightly longer rest, Roger’s mental state seemed much better than Henrik’s.

Roger was originally going to suggest that Henrik slow down the pace of the investigation to rest properly before continuing the next day.

But Henrik told him that common events often hid unknown dangers and any relaxation could lead to disaster.

Once a clue was discovered, it had to be resolved as quickly as possible; otherwise, alerting the subject would make further investigation much more difficult.

If they had been a bit faster during their last visit to Sherman’s mansion, Sherman might not have died, and they might have been able to block the real culprit.

And then solve it completely.

Roger agreed with this.

After two days of continuous travel, he was feeling an urgent need to get a driving license.

Of course, that also meant needing money, with a license naturally came the need for a car.

He made time to call Thomas, but the phone on the other side remained unanswered, and considering the shitty things Henrik had done, Roger figured Thomas must be completely squeezed dry by now.

He must be recuperating.

After some hesitation, he still decided to call Amanda, hoping to wrap up this mission in a day or two, but up to now, they still had a whole bunch of clues to sort out.

His return to Baytown might need to be delayed.

Roger dialed several times in a row, but all he got was a dead tone, he left a message in the voicemail, then woke Henrik up, and the two set off again.

They rushed to several locations nonstop, but the information they gathered was meager.

“It’s a pity, Hannam was the only survivor that day, if there had been others alive, we might have been able to get more detailed information,” Henrik said, downing a gulp of beer.

Roger’s eye twitched as he watched. Is this really a good way to stay sharp?

He definitely needed to get his own driving license and car.

Roger silently made up his mind.

“Wait a minute.”

“Survivor?”

Suddenly, Roger remembered something, he pulled out a piece of paper from the information he had received from the police, which showed Hannam’s recent financial information.

“We might not be able to find the survivor, but perhaps we could look for someone who worked there and had contact with Mr. and Mrs. Hannam!”

A quick search.

“Found it!”

“Edith is an equestrian enthusiast, Hannam once got her a professional riding coach, this person had the most contact with the Hannam couple apart from the servants working at the manor.”

“Having been at that manor for so long, he might have noticed something.”

“Let me see… the employment continued until Edith fell ill,” Roger said as he flipped through the files, quickly starting to search for the name of the person.

“This guy is a nominal member of the Equestrian Association, only 29 years old, his name is Gilmore Lays, and he lives in Swamp Town Rose…”

“There’s a photo of him here too…”

Roger searched through the extensive files and found a photograph, but as soon as he saw the face in the photograph, he was slightly taken aback.

“Why is it him?”

“Who?” Henrik asked.

He passed the photograph over.

“Isn’t this the guy from the group that had the accident at the manor not long ago?”

“He seems to be the leader of that gang.”

Roger frowned deeply, “But how did a good horse riding coach turn into a thug?”

The two exchanged glances, “And why on earth would he take that group of people to the Hannam manor?”

“Screech!”

Henrik made a sharp turn and turned the car around.

“Let’s go!”

“This guy is definitely hiding something!”

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