Demon Hunter and His Hut

A car slowly stopped at the gate of the mental hospital.

The last light of the sun fades in the sky, and night is coming.

A young man in a FedEx uniform got out of the car and rang the doorbell.

"Hello FedEx, there's Mr. Rooney's mail." The young man's face was hidden in the shadows, and he couldn't see it in the dim environment.

Soon, the door of the hospital opened, and a young female nurse walked out quickly.

"Doctor Rooney is busy, let me sign for him."

"Please show your ID, I need to register." The young man replied formulaically.

"OK."

The female nurse lowered her head to look for the documents, and when she looked up, she couldn't help but glance at the staff in front of her.

"It's rare to see such a handsome courier..."

"Please be sure to hand over the email to Mr. Rooney." The young man urged, with a warm voice that made people want to obey subconsciously.

After he finished speaking, he took the receipt and turned to the car.

Watching the car go away, the female nurse closed the door and walked back to the hospital quickly. After a while, she came to the door again, this time she opened the door directly and let a car drive into the hospital.

"Where's Dr. Rooney? Take me to see him," Henrique said.

"Please come with me."

Going all the way down the elevator, it didn't take long for Roger and the two to come to Rooney's office.

"What's going on?" Henryk asked impatiently.

"Not long after you left, Hunnam suddenly had a reaction, his body was shaking violently, and he seemed to be struggling to sit up."

Rooney said as he walked, and soon took Roger and the two to the door of Hunnam's ward again.

In the room, Hunnam's body was still shaking, and he wore a special mask on his mouth.

"Many patients often bite off their tongues in this crazy situation..." Rooney explained.

"You didn't give him drugs, did you?"

Henryk asked.

If Rooney had given Hunnam a tranquilizer or something, they would have no clue tonight.

"No."

Seemingly aware of someone coming in, Hannum's tremor suddenly intensified, his eyes widened, and his pupils were filled with endless fear.

"You mentioned on the phone just now that he spoke."

"What did he say?"

Roger asked suddenly.

Rooney shook his head, "Forget it, it's just some nonsense, maybe this is not a sign of improvement, but a sign of deterioration."

When he said this, Rooney's face flashed with pleasure.

Although he hated Hannam to the bone, he had nowhere to vent his anger in the face of a living dead. At this time, when Hannam reacted, he suddenly became happy.

"What did he say?"

Henrik pressed on, with some dignity in his tone.

"I didn't hear it very well, and I don't know if there was something wrong with his head. He just kept repeating one sentence."

"It's not me... it's Hunnam!"

Henrik and Roger were taken aback.

"This is not nonsense, maybe he wanted to say a complete sentence, but in the end he only spit out so many syllables..."

Rooney was still talking to himself, but Roger and Henrique knew it wasn't that simple.

"You go out first, leave it to us here!" Henrik ordered.

Rooney was obviously hesitant, but seeing the firmness on Henrik's face, he could only nod his head, "Okay, I just remembered that I just arrived at a courier, which is a medical record, and I can just check it out."

Rooney made an excuse for himself, closed the door and left.

"It's not me... It seems that the manor tragedy a few months ago is really inseparable from that Gilmour!"

Roger frowned.

"But why does he say... it's Hunnam?"

"Is it really like what Rooney just said?"

Roger suddenly thought of a possibility, "Could this guy not be the real Hunnam!"

"Is there some special means in the transcendent realm that can completely disguise a person as another person!?"

Henrik nodded, "Such a method does exist...but the conditions required are very harsh, and it is difficult to achieve under normal circumstances."

"Compared to that, it is obviously more convenient to spend a lot of money on plastic surgery."

Henrik took a step forward, "Untie him, let's try and see if we can communicate with him."

Roger unbuttoned the leather buckle on Hunnam's body and removed the mask from his face.

"Uh...uh..."

Hannam's saliva was drooling, looking at Roger with an infinite prayer in his eyes. He opened his mouth wide and stammered: "No...not...me!"

"Yes... Hunnam!"

When he mentioned this name, infinite fear appeared in his eyes.

"It would be great if there was a real psychic here, at least it could help him cleanse his mind, make him feel more peaceful and calmer."

Henrik took out a thumb-sized brown bottle, uncorked it, and put the mouth of the bottle near Hunnam's nostril.

After taking two deep breaths, Hunnam's mood seemed to have stabilized a lot, but he still couldn't control his body, just repeated a sentence.

"What did you smell him?"

"A little medicine to calm blood."

Henrik sighed, "The effect of the medicine is limited, this guy's state is very wrong, someone performed a ritual on him, it looks like some kind of voodoo!"

"I don't know much about this, and if you find a professional, maybe you can fix this state in him and get the information we want."

"Let's go, let's get out of here first, I'll make a call and see if I can get some support." Henrik reached out and tried to tie Hunnam.

But at this moment, Roger suddenly spoke.

"Wait a minute."

"I might have a way."

"You?" Henryk was slightly taken aback.

Roger took a step closer to Hunnam, and he leaned down, looking into Hunnam's eyes.

"Calm down, I will ask you to answer, and if you are sure, I will give a response."

"what……"

A short scale came out of Hunnam's throat.

"Very well, it seems that you are sane, but you can't control your body, right?"

what……

Hunnam continued to respond.

Getting the answer he wanted, Mawson took out a thumb-sized metal test tube.

"what is this?"

"A little inheritance from the family, but this thing should temporarily solve his abnormal state."

"Just drink it and we might know the truth from this guy's mouth."

"does it have any side effects?"

Henryk asked cautiously.

"It won't be worse than his current state..."

Roger thought about it carefully, and the side effects of drinking the concentration potion seemed to be very similar to Hunnam's current situation.

"Okay, give him a drink!"

Henrik quickly made up his mind.

Open the stopper and pour the cold liquid into the mouth.

After only ten seconds, Hannam's body suddenly stopped swinging, and then he suddenly sat up from the bed!

"I didn't do it!"

"Everyone was killed by Hunnam!"

"I'm just an equestrian coach and I don't know anything!"

Roger was startled. He and Henrik looked at each other and couldn't help but blurt out:

"You are Gilmore?!"