Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 294 - Chapter 294 Chapter 294 Contract

Chapter 294: Chapter 294 Contract Chapter 294: Chapter 294 Contract “Jansen…” Famke glanced at the departing woman.

“Don’t mind her, I’ll handle it.”

Jansen clapped his hands, drawing the attention of the others.

“Since everyone is willing to stay here, then we are all trustworthy partners.”

He took out the map in his hand, “When this map is put together with the black box, I believe the address on it must hide a big secret.”

“Perhaps it is wealth or the truth of the world.”

“A spell, magic, or even the secret of longevity!”

Jansen’s words were highly provocative, and he reached out his hand.

“We are about to embark on a crazy journey, I ask you once more.”

“Are you willing to join us?!”

“I am!”

Famke was the first to reach out his hand.

“So am I!”

The hands of everyone were stacked together, eyes meeting, and everyone believed they had made the right choice.

“What about those who didn’t attend this meeting?”

Someone asked.

“That’s their loss; they have no idea what they’re missing out on!”

Jansen scoffed.

After the meeting concluded, Jansen, holding the black box, entered his room. He locked the door, placed the box on the table, and after opening it, he cut his wrist and dropped a few drops of fresh blood onto the papyrus.

“Great being, your servant Jansen has fulfilled your entrustment.”

There was nothing unusual in the room, and if an outsider saw, they would think Jansen was talking to himself.

But just then, the face originally reflected in the bronze mirror suddenly twisted, followed by a strange face appearing in the mirror.

The face was clear, wearing a mask made of bark.

Jansen picked up the papyrus that was in the black box, by then the blood he had dripped onto it had completely spread out.

Then lines of clear text appeared.

“Who was the first woman I slept with?”

The answer appeared beneath the question.

One after another, Jansen silently read them, the lines recording the darkest secrets that the writer had buried deep in their heart.

Having these secrets meant having a certain degree of control over parts of people’s lives.

A smile formed on the corners of Jansen’s mouth.

“Having signed this covenant, none of you can escape!”

From beginning to end, he spoke to himself, and at that moment, the face in the mirror changed again, now wearing Jansen’s likeness.

“I need a bit of bloodshed to make them obedient.”

Jansen’s finger stroked over the paper.

“Whom should I start with?”

“Tsk tsk.”

“To think you wouldn’t even spare your own sister, you’re truly despicable!”

“It’ll be you.”

No sooner had the words fallen than the figure in the bronze mirror disappeared, and Jansen closed the black box, his face revealing a satisfied smile.

“Dear Goway, how shall I make you sign this contract?”

Meanwhile, in a room on the fourth floor, a robust man was indulging in pleasures, but while his body mechanically moved, his eyes were unfocused, evidently preoccupied with something.

“Focus! What do you take me for?”

“Some woman from your fantasies?”

The female companion was clearly upset, pushing the man away and then picking up the bikini from the floor before cursing and leaving.

The man said nothing, filled a glass with liquid, and gulped it down.

His complexion was somber, his mind replaying everything that had happened.

“How could anyone know about this?”

“She was so young; she couldn’t possibly retain any memories…”

As he pondered, a knock suddenly came from the door. The man pulled the door open, and the female companion who had just left had returned.

“Did you forget something?”

He asked with some irritation.

Click.

The woman who entered closed the door behind her with a backhand, then took a step forward and pushed the man standing by the bed to the ground.

The man was about to say something, but then he saw a face that was all too familiar.

“Sister… ”

He opened his mouth wide in panic, and the next moment, the woman’s eyes became black holes.

Hiss!

It felt as though his spirit and soul were about to be sucked in.

In his soul-confused state, he did not notice a sharp weapon descending.

……

“Have you eaten your fill?”

Mira poked her head out from under the covers, looking at Roger who was wolfing down his food.

On the table in front of Roger was enough food for seven or eight adults, yet it was almost all gone now.

Roger let out a satisfied burp, “Not bad, these days I’ve really been starving. I need to replenish my strength.”

As he spoke, he glanced at Mira.

As the two were talking, a heart-wrenching scream suddenly came from outside the door.

“Dead… there’s a dead body!”

“Help!”

Roger’s face changed slightly, and he opened the door to peek outside.

At the end of the corridor, a woman in a bikini was shouting loudly, her soles and calves smeared with fresh blood, her face full of horror.

At this point, Mira had also dressed, and people from other rooms had come out as well.

“What happened?”

Jansen arrived from a different direction, accompanied by Famke, and everyone crowded to the end of the corridor.

The carpet in the room was soaked with blood.

A naked man leaned against the bedhead, his face pale yet with a bizarre smile, holding a wine glass in his hand that contained a chunk of flesh from his body.

In his other hand, he clutched a pair of blood-dripping scissors.

The pungent smell of blood filled the entire room, and upon seeing this scene, some of the young people who couldn’t handle the shock vomited on the spot.

Everyone looked at each other, completely clueless as to what had happened.

“Call the police, call the police quickly!”

“The murderer must still be on the ship!”

Someone shouted loudly.

No one would associate this kind of death with suicide.

Roger frowned, carefully avoiding some traces as he walked into the room. Unseen by anyone, he activated “Hunter Vision.”

The chaotic information in the room invaded his mind. With a flicker of his nostrils, Roger analyzed the smells in the room other than the blood.

The messy bed sheets, sweat stains, bodily fluids, and the alcohol evaporating into the air.

“No drugs.”

Roger looked back at the woman in the bikini.

“You were the last one to leave the room and the first one to find him.”

Her eyes blurry with tears, a puddle forming beneath the bikini, yet Roger had already obtained the answer he wanted from the woman’s reaction.

What puzzled him was that the man had indeed committed suicide.

Withdrawing his gaze, Roger looked around. At that moment, a pair of bright eyes caught his attention.

It was a black-haired woman standing at the back of the crowd, with a pair of deep, green eyes, like a lake with no visible bottom.

The woman also noticed Roger, a flash in her eyes, and she let out a soft “huh.”

Then she averted her gaze and walked away from the scene.

Roger hesitated for a moment and then made his way through the crowd to follow the black-haired woman.

The woman seemed to know that Roger was following her and went straight to the deck, where the sea breeze blew through her long hair, and Roger smelled a hint of green grass.

“Did you kill him?”

Roger asked.

The woman turned around, her lovely eyebrows arching slightly, “I’m not that bored.”

“They signed their own death sentence.”

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