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After a moment of hesitation, Geralt threw the white pill into his mouth.

The white pill melts in your mouth with a hint of sweetness.

Tips in mind:

【Spirit +1】

[Agility +1]

Correspondingly, the personal attributes in the book of Proverbs:

Spirit 17, Agility 17.

Geralt felt it, but there was no obvious change in his body.

Maybe the attribute value has been added too little and a qualitative change has not yet occurred.

"Haha, I unlocked two magic tools, added experience and attribute magic, and the harvest is big enough... You can't be too greedy."

Geralt warned himself.

The task is to investigate and solve the haunting incident in the villa, not to solve Harold. Who knows if there is a second ghost in the villa?

Geralt walked around the huge villa, took out his mobile phone, and called the guild's customer service number.

connected.

"Miss Elizabeth, I am White Wolf."

"Your Excellency Bailang, Elizabeth is at your service wholeheartedly!" A sweet voice came from the mobile phone.

Miss Elizabeth.

Operator, whose qualifications date back to the founding of the Witcher Guild.The sweet voice has remained for thousands of years, and the true identity is still a mystery.

"Task number: TGW20020621-18-D, completed, please accept."

"Okay, we will arrange acceptance for you immediately, please wait patiently."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, it's your duty."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Not long after the SUV left the villa, someone on the roadside stretched out his hand and gave him a thumbs up - meaning he was hitching a ride.

This man wore a gray suit with a black bottoming shirt, brown formal leather shoes, and a fedora gentleman's hat.

This outfit is a bit scary at night.

Geralt is no ordinary person.

Park the car and roll down the windows.

"Where?"

"Hello." The man took off his gentleman's hat and bowed: "I'm very sorry, I am the task publisher of the Haunted Villa, Luke Roman."

Geralt looks more like Luke Roman, with facial lines like a knife and an axe, and he looks like he is in his early thirties.Instinct told Geralt that this man was over forty.

Geralt said: "Mr. Roman, this seems to be against the rules."

Luke said: "If I remember correctly, the guild does not stipulate that the task publisher cannot contact the demon hunter who is performing the task. In fact, contacting the employer is also one of the daily tasks of the demon hunter. The difference is that this time it is an online task. It happens after the mission is completed."

"Well, that makes sense."

Geralt opened the door and got out of the car.He became slightly interested in Luke's purpose.

Luke then saw clearly that Geralt was younger than he thought.

The boy...Luke was a little disappointed.

Youth means that the young man in front of you is a genius, but it also means a lack of experience.

Genius is like a healthy sapling that grows well. You have to wait patiently for the sapling to grow before you can enjoy the day when it blooms and bears fruit.

What Luke needs is a mature, towering tree that can immediately shelter him from the wind and rain.

Luke calmed down his emotions and handed over his business card with both hands, "Luke Roman, head of Roman Agency."

Geralt took the business card and said, "Real estate agency?"

"Yes, but it's not an ordinary real estate agency." Luke said a professional term, "It's mainly responsible for contaminating real estate."

Then explained:

"The so-called contaminated property refers to a house where unfortunate events have occurred, including but not limited to murder, accidental death, and haunting."

"Some contaminated properties are completely normal. Strange light reflections, rats in the pipes, lights flickering on and off due to unstable voltage, plus psychological effects... A normal house will give people a creepy feeling and it will be over. It has depreciated significantly, with a maximum drop of 35%, and it still cannot be sold.”

"Of course, some of them cannot be explained by science. For example, the newly moved goblins are particularly noisy, ancient ghosts in old houses and other supernatural events."

"So? What does this have to do with you staying here?" Geralt leaned against the car door and took out a lighter.

Ding!

The sound is crisp and pleasant.

Luke offered the cigarette knowingly.

"Don't smoke."

Geralt waved his hand and declined.

His lighter is a special lighter, and the oil tank is filled with corpse oil, which can attract ghosts when lit.So there is no ignition, just listen to the sound.

Geralt thought of the lighter among the Seven Magic Tools and wondered what it would look like after unlocked and what effect it would have.

"I don't smoke either." When the cigarette was refused, Luke was not embarrassed and said: "I have a special team that specializes in dealing with contaminated properties. It can deal with floating spirits and mischievous ghosts. For example, the evil spirit in the villa this time We have no choice but to seek help from outside.”

"The problem is, no matter how fast it is, it takes a while from the official website to the time someone accepts the task, and then to the specific implementation stage, and some events can't wait." Luke sighed: "Fortunately, the evil spirits in the villa haven't started killing people yet. .”

Luke also tries to stop the haunted house explorers, but to no avail.First, the villa was too big and they lacked manpower and energy.Secondly, people who like to commit suicide cannot be persuaded by good words, and the more they are banned, the more aggressive they become.

To put it simply, Luke and others are not professional superheroes who are on duty 24 hours a day, all year round.They are willing to tell people that it is a piece of shit and cannot be eaten. If someone insists on trying it, they will not persuade them earnestly.

It's hard to persuade the damn ghost with good words, and the great mercy will not save him from death.

Geralt understood what Luke meant, thought about it, and introduced himself, "Geralt Winchester."

Luke was obviously stunned and said uncertainly: "Winchester...that Winchester?"

"That Winchester." Geralt smiled.

If you say that the Winchesters are the strongest family in the demon hunting world, some people must be dissatisfied.But with the addition of "one", no one should object.

The shadow of the tree of names.

Luke shook hands with Geralt like a little fanboy, "Nice to meet you, nice to meet you."

Geralt shook hands with the overly enthusiastic Luke, and at the same time felt strangely, "This guy must be crooked.

After chatting for a while, Geralt left his mobile phone number and drove away.

When the taillights disappeared, a van drove over and stopped next to Luke.

The driver was a young black girl with dreadlocks, a nose ring, and flowery arms. It was obvious at first glance that she was not a girl.She is Zoe, the office manager of Roman Agency.

Luke sat in the passenger seat.

"Luke, how was the conversation?"

"good."

Luke added, "His last name is...Winchester."

"That Winchester?" Zoe had the same question as Luke.

"That Winchester." Luke's answer was the same as Geralt's.

Zoe sighed, “That’s really a treasure.”

A bearded man in a floral shirt in the back seat said, "But you're too young. It's hard to do anything without hair on your mouth..."

His name is Phil, Roman Agency investigator.

Zoe squinted, "You do have hair on your mouth. Do you know how to deal with evil spirits? I went in there and didn't even break out. Are you old enough to live like a dog?"

"You..." Phil choked and stopped talking.

Luke said: "I know you are in a bad mood, don't bring your emotions to work."

Phil had a fight with his boyfriend, Zoe broke up with her girlfriend...

……

……

It was almost twelve o'clock when I returned home to Black Pine Town.

"Master, I made apple pie."

"Well, let me take a shower first."

Cerberus raised his head on the sofa, saw that Geralt was not injured, and lay down again.

Before taking a shower, Geralt took off the equipment piece by piece, inspected it, wiped what needed to be wiped, oiled what needed to be oiled, and then placed them one by one on the weapon rack.

"black goat."

Geralt said silently.

A strange-looking claw hammer appeared in his hand.

Bone hammer handle.

The black hammer has a round head and two spiral goat horns.

[Item name: Black goat (unlocked).

Category: Magic Tool

Rage: 132

Function: 30% chance of ignoring defense (the opponent is stronger than the user, and the chance of armor breaking is reduced)

Additional skills: Rage burst]

"Outbreak of anger: Release all the anger value at once in the form of impact."

"30% armor piercing, anger burst... It looks good, but I wonder how it will work in actual combat?"

……

……

In the darkness, Geralt closed his eyes and raised his head to bear the cold water sprayed by the shower head.

The image of Harold torturing and killing people to death came to mind.

To be honest, after following the Winchesters for many years, Geralt has seen more bloody and violent scenes.

However, no matter how many times he experienced it, he could never remain indifferent.

Mary said that a witcher cannot have no emotions about events, nor can it invest too much emotion, otherwise it will not last long.

Geralt asked, what does it mean to quit if you can't last long?

Crazy or dead – that’s the answer.

After a moment, Geralt turned off the faucet and let out a breath.

Wipe off the water droplets, put on home clothes and go downstairs.

Geralt was slightly silent.

Cerberus glanced over, ignoring Geralt's depressed mood.

A demon, but also a psychiatrist?

Rebecca was too careless to notice anything unusual about Geralt.

After eating the apple pie, Geralt searched for "Roman Agency" in his notebook.

In the supernatural field, Roman's agent is unknown, but in the real estate agency, he is very famous and mysterious.

Famous - Luoman Agency has only single-digit employees and annual sales of hundreds of millions.

Mysterious - few people know how Roman's agency did it, and few insiders remain silent.

Cerberus came over and said, "Roman Agency..."

A sad tone.

"You know?" Geralt was a little surprised.

Is it because I am ignorant?

Looking at the photo of Luke on the screen, Cerberus said: "I have met this kid for more than [-] years. His father is a half-baked demon hunter, but his mother is very talented. Unfortunately...how do you know him? This guy?"

"Luke is the one who issued this mission."

"Oh." Cerberus said, "It seems that he has not given up on pursuing the truth about what happened to his mother."

"You'd better not get involved in his affairs." After a pause, Cerberus added.

Geralt asked: "Why?"

"The water is too deep."

With a blue complexion, bloodshot eyes, and dark bags under her eyes—looking at herself in the mirror, this once beautiful woman squatted on the ground, covering her face and sobbing.

despair.

helpless.

Six months ago, Melinda's husband Robert decided to move his family to Black Pine to start a new career.

Black Pine Town is a country town that I have never heard of.Melinda disagreed at first, but her husband insisted.After several quarrels, Melinda had no choice but to compromise.

Fortunately, the new home is nice.

A two-story red brick house with an attic, underground storage room, garage, and a small yard.

For the same house, even if it was located in a suburb of Phoenix, she and her husband's salary would take ten years to save for the down payment and 20 years to pay off the mortgage.

What surprised Melinda the most was that the owner was eager to sell the house and it was 35% cheaper than the market price.

What a pie in the sky.

Not long after, Melinda found a job as a cashier in a supermarket. The income was naturally not as good as in big cities, but the cost of living in small towns was also low.

When everything is going on the right track.

Nightmare.

it has started.

At first, there were strange noises coming from the ventilation ducts and walls, and then the lights flickered on and off.

Next, the cups, bowls, and vases placed on the table fell to the ground inexplicably.

"Is it a mouse or some small animal?"

Melinda could feel so relieved at first, until she saw an invisible hand push the glass off the table.

Fragments all over the place.

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Also broken was Melinda's modest materialism.

Fear tightened its grip on her heart.

Finally, there was a faint rotten smell floating in the room.

Melinda lived like a frightened bird and became increasingly haggard.She begged her husband to move out of the house.

But what he got in return was rebuke.Robert thinks Melinda is too stressed and hallucinating and should see a psychiatrist.He excitedly told Melinda that the new business was about to succeed, and if they had to be patient, wealth and freedom would be waiting for them.Besides, after buying a house, my family doesn’t have much money left. Where can we move to?Is the family sleeping on the street?

The last straw that broke the camel's back was late at night two days ago.

Melinda, who was half asleep, felt someone beside the bed, a vague and slender figure.

Melinda suddenly woke up.

There is no one in the room.

After exhaling, turning on the night light, and listening to her husband's slight snoring, Melinda felt extremely depressed.

want to cry.

Suddenly, the door "creaked" and opened.

It seemed like someone was standing at the door.

Melinda swallowed and looked outside with wide eyes.She was so nervous that she almost forgot to breathe.

There was no one outside the door... Just when Melinda breathed a sigh of relief, a short figure ran past the door.

"Robbie?" Melinda immediately got up from the bed.

Robbie is her son, a six-year-old, pink, cute and sensible young lady.

Worry about her son immediately overcame her fear. Melinda didn't even try to wake up her sleeping husband. She quickly got out of bed and chased him out barefoot.

There was a small figure standing at the stairs on the second floor.

"Robbie?"

"Mother."

"Robbie, what are you doing out here alone so late?" Melinda walked over slowly, for fear of scaring her son.

"whee……"

Robbie turned his back to the stairs and made a strange voice, "Mom, mom, do you love me?"

"Love, love very much." Melinda's voice was trembling, but she still leaned towards her son carefully.

Her tears flowed uncontrollably and silently, and she prayed in her heart:

"Merciful Holy Father, I devoutly beg you not to punish me on my son. Please cleanse him with your precious blood. Please command the evil spirits in his body to leave him. Please save him from all this suffering. , Lord, please give him grace.”

"Robbie" smiled creepily, "I love you very much. It's really, really good."

At this time, Melinda was five or six steps away from Robbie. Through the moonlight, she saw amusement in her son's eyes. He opened his arms and fell back!

"Do not!!!"