Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 140 - : Bizarre Dream
Chapter 140: Chapter 140: Bizarre Dream
“I’m Henrik, a friend of Ingmar, can we talk about your mother’s disappearance?”
Henrik approached the girl and cut straight to the chase.
“Mr. Henrik?”
Hathaway’s eyes flickered with a trace of surprise, “My mother mentioned you, she said you…”
Hathaway seemed to remember something and suddenly shut her mouth.
Heh, Roger had grown quite accustomed to this reaction, to be honest, he was really curious, was there not a single person in the Demon Hunter’s community who would speak well of Henrik?
Putting himself in their shoes, Roger shook his head.
Although the guy was reliable, but…
The three of them returned and sat down at the table they were at before.
At this point, Hathaway had also calmed down and began to recount the series of events.
“You know, every Demon Hunter has their own channels for obtaining missions, and about a week ago, one day my mother came back and told me she had taken on a big job.”
“It was to help a wealthy businessman in the city who had a lot of influence, to resolve a problem his daughter was encountering.”
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“Do you remember the name of that businessman?”
Henrik suddenly asked.
Hathaway nodded, “We have my mother’s detailed investigation files at home, that man’s name is Jofu, a real estate tycoon, his daughter is Veronica, a famous modern girl.”
“Facing such a problem, why didn’t the man named Jofu go to the Hunters Guild?”
Roger asked with some confusion.
If the other party had the resources to contact a Demon Hunter, they should have some understanding of the Transcendent World and similarly, should be aware of the existence of the Hunters Guild.
“The Hunters Guild, due to its extensive jurisdiction and extremely limited manpower, requires a series of reports and approvals before taking action on such issues.”
“Compared to independent Demon Hunters, their responsiveness is much slower, and if the situation is truly urgent, by the time the Guild dispatches a trained hunter on site, it might be too late.”
Henrik explained.
After listening to him, Roger then remembered that the missions he had accepted in the past were only discovered by the Hunters Guild after they had caused a certain level of stir locally.
Although they had contained the spread of the incidents, from another perspective, the Hunters Guild was mostly reactive.
That’s when the importance of the Demon Hunter families became clear.
Without complex protocols, they could promptly handle some of the impending experiences from the mysterious world.
Just like the one Hathaway was mentioning.
“Veronica told her father that for a long period recently, she had been having the same nightmare after falling asleep.”
“As the midnight bells tolled, she would wake from her sleep, only to find herself in a strange room, the room decorated in a retro style, with the floor covered in wild goat carpets.”
“And she herself would be lying on a large bed adorned with crystal pendants, wearing a pristine white wedding gown.”
“Although it was a dream, her mind could remain absolutely clear, able to remember everything that happened around her, even every detail, but she just couldn’t control her own body and could only passively observe everything.”
“At first, she thought it was just a regular nightmare, but then one time when she woke up, she discovered that a finger she had accidentally hurt had the same kind of wound on it.”
“That’s when she became alert and told Jofu about the incident.”
As Hathaway spoke, she took out a thick notebook from her shoulder bag.
“These are some of the materials my mother collected.”
“I only understood the gist of the situation through the information in here, as she almost never talked to me about anything related to Demon Hunting at home.”
“Later, Jofu found my mother, and based on her past experience, she concluded that it was likely just a common haunting by a ghost, and that the girl’s wounds were probably self-inflicted while her mind was affected.”
“Jofu asked my mother to move in and live with Veronica, which is probably another important reason why he chose my mother.”
“So, five days ago, Mother hurried over to Veronica’s villa.”
“After several days without any word from her, I grew a bit worried and called her phone, but it was turned off, and no one answered.”
“Left with no choice, I could only locate her preliminary investigation materials, and then I called Jofu.”
The girl’s face showed a trace of anger.
“But to my surprise, that man told me that his professional relationship with Mother had ended, and, having paid her, he told me not to bother him again!”
“He actually treated me like a swindler trying to extort money.”
“I planned to confront him in person, but he seemed to have left Bordeaux City, and Veronica was nowhere to be found as well.”
Hathaway sighed.
“Unable to find any leads, I had no choice but to try seeking help at the wine bar.”
“But I never expected…”
Henrik flipped through the notes in his hand.
The information recorded was not detailed, most likely just some fragments jotted down by Ingmar, but through these snippets, he could roughly piece together the sequence of events.
If he wasn’t mistaken, the strange occurrences surrounding that Veronica must have been resolved, and this resolution, he guessed, was somehow related to Ingmar’s disappearance.
Now, the most urgent thing was to find Veronica or Jofu, then clarify what had happened. Only then could he uncover the reason behind Ingmar’s disappearance.
Ingmar had left home five days ago, and allowing some time for her investigations, she had effectively been on the case for at least four days.
This was a perilously long time; if they didn’t hasten the investigation, even if they eventually found Ingmar, they might only recover a corpse.
“Leave this matter to me,” Henrik stated as he closed the notebook. “I’m Ingmar’s friend; I can’t just stand by and do nothing.”
“Count me in as well.”
Roger suddenly spoke up, having listened patiently from start to finish, only now expressing his viewpoint.
“Roger, this is dangerous, and to you, Ingmar is just a stranger. You don’t need to…”
Roger interrupted Henrik with a smile, “Who says it’s unnecessary? If I’m not mistaken, the person you had me waiting here for today is Ingmar, right?”
“Besides, I need this.”
As he spoke, he pointed at the girl sitting opposite him.
Remembering the words of the man named John, Hathaway’s fair complexion flushed bright red.
Truth be told, she didn’t know where she had gotten the courage from earlier; all she could think about was saving her mother, without a care for anything else.
But at the moment…
“Ahem.”
Henrik gave Roger a look. “That’s going too far… If you like the girl, you can pursue her openly and honorably.”
“It’s disrespectful to do it this way.”
“Please, what are you thinking?”
Roger was somewhat exasperated.
“I’m talking about this!”
As he said that, he reached over and grabbed the wooden box in front of Hathaway.
“Witch’s Grass.”
“It’s not like I’m helping for nothing.”
“It’s mine now!”
