Demon Hunter and His Cabin

Chapter 29: Chapter 029 Investigation

Police station.

Roger was sitting in the interrogation room, where Adeline had told him earlier this morning that she needed to inquire about some information regarding Kant’s case.

“Kant?”

Roger felt somewhat puzzled but didn’t take it too seriously; police procedures involved many tedious details, and some questions needed to be asked repeatedly.

Before long, Adeline walked in, and unexpectedly, a tall, somewhat attractive blonde followed her in.

“This is Roger, the survivor from the island; he was the last person to see Kant before his suicide,” Adeline introduced while pulling out the chair in front of the table.

“This is Ivy; she’s Kant’s girlfriend, and she has a few questions…”

“Ivy?”

Upon hearing that name, Roger’s eyelids twitched violently, and he nearly blurted out in shock. He tried hard to control the expression on his face while quickly glancing at the other party.

“Is it a coincidence?”

“Could it be that bastard Kant had every girlfriend named the same?”

The blonde sitting opposite had a bob cut; she wore delicate makeup on her face, looking to be in her thirties, not exceptionally beautiful, but with an extraordinary demeanor.

Just by looks alone, it was difficult to imagine a guy like Kant could get a girlfriend of such caliber.

“Hello.”

She extended her hand proactively.

“Uh… hello.”

Roger’s hand shot out reflexively, but as soon as he touched her fingers, he recoiled as if stung by a needle.

“It seems our little Roger is a bit shy,” Adeline joked with a laugh.

Roger managed a sheepish smile, but his heart was seized with terror.

He was now absolutely certain that the woman before him was the one mentioned in Kant’s diary, the one who searched for the so-called treasure and whom Kant believed to be dead!

But why was she here?

What was she doing here?

In an instant, numerous thoughts flashed through Roger’s mind, and he abruptly thought of one thing!

The Soul Transference Book!

From any angle, this book was incredibly precious. When he had taken Kant out to sea, it certainly wouldn’t have been convenient to carry the book with him, which is why it was left at the lighthouse.

But then something happened, and Ivy disappeared completely, leading Kant to believe she was dead.

What exactly happened during the time she disappeared?

Just now, when Roger felt a strange sense of crisis upon touching her fingers, his body reacted subconsciously.

“Have we met before?” Ivy asked perceptively, picking up on Roger’s odd behavior.

“I… I’ve heard your name,” Roger explained, “One time he was drunk and mentioned it inadvertently. I thought it might be a pet or something.”

He feigned an embarrassed look, “After all, with his scruffy appearance, it’s hard to imagine he had a girlfriend as pretty as you.”

“That was a long time ago,” Ivy replied casually.

“I have a lot of questions about Kant’s death.”

“We were in love once, but later we broke up due to some ideological differences. Nevertheless, I’ve always considered him a friend at heart.”

“He was a loner and not particularly likeable, but no matter what, he was not the type to commit murder!” she said, casting a glance at Adeline.

“I will file a lawsuit again to thoroughly investigate his cause of death and the murder case pinned on him.”

“I know that in many places, to solve some open cases, they pin crimes on innocent people.”

Ivy said bluntly.

Adeline’s face darkened instantly, “Miss Ivy, I hope you can watch your language. You are slandering the judicial fairness of Baytown’s police!”

“Whether it’s fair or not is not for you to decide,” Ivy retorted.

Ivy suddenly stood up, “Prepare the materials, and I will send a lawyer to reinvestigate.”

She walked to the door, then halted, looking back at Roger, “Did Kant say anything before he died, or leave anything with you?”

“No.”

Roger shook his head decisively.

“Good.”

“I will be back again.”

With that, she turned around and left.

“What a troublesome woman!”

Adeline’s face was filled with displeasure.

However, Roger made no comment. He was now certain that Ivy had come here for the sole purpose of retrieving the Soul Transference Book.

Fortunately, the book had been completely absorbed by Hunter’s Cabin. Had it been on his person, perhaps the other party really would have had a way to detect it.

As he watched Ivy depart, not only did Roger not feel relaxed, but he also felt an increasing heaviness in his heart. He knew that if she didn’t get the book, she definitely wouldn’t leave.

“Should I find an opportunity to retrieve the book?”

No sooner had this thought arisen than Roger immediately dismissed it.

Setting aside whether a book absorbed by Hunter’s Cabin could be manifested again, according to what he read in Kant’s diary, this woman was definitely up to no good, and who knew what trouble would ensue if the book fell into her hands.

He had managed to muddle through for the time being. Now he just had to be a little more cautious…

After leaving the police station, a trace of confusion flickered across Ivy’s face, “Strange, that young man indeed bore no trace of the Soul Transference Book.”

“Could it be that Kant destroyed the book?”

“No!”

Ivy shook her head, “No one can resist the allure of the mysterious.”

“No one!”

Her gaze shifted to the side as a thought suddenly sprang to her mind.

She opened the car door and drove toward the other end of the town.

The car gradually left the bustling area of Baytown and arrived at an estate on the edge of the town.

Ivy put on a black-trimmed ladies’ lace hat, got out of the car, and walked to the front yard bell.

She pressed the doorbell, and soon a young voice came from inside, “Who are you looking for?”

“The melting bricklayer.”

Ivy whispered.

“What!?”

The young voice was taken aback, “Where did this madman come from, get lost!”

The voice was unable to suppress its irritation.

“Wait a moment.”

“Another voice came.”

“Bob, you go upstairs and rest.”

Then the tightly shut iron gate opened, and Ivy stepped inside.

The yard looked to be of some age, directly in front of the door was a giant fountain, with neatly trimmed lawns and flowerbeds on either side. Ivy gave them a cursory glance and then saw a middle-aged man appearing at the entrance of the main hall.

“Guest from afar, the Holy Spirit be with you,” the middle-aged man’s fingers intertwined to form a perfect triangle.

“How might I address you?”

“Call me Ivy!”

“I am Sherman, the chairman of the Baytown Chamber of Commerce.”

“How may I assist you?” Sherman asked softly.

“Do you intend to leave a lady standing at the door?”

“Sorry!”

Sherman smiled and stepped aside, making way behind him through the door.