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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 once again appeared in his 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 if you can't last long?

Go crazy or die - 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?

Don't do it!

Rebecca was too careless to notice anything unusual about Geralt.

After eating the apple pie, Geralt used his notebook to "Romain the Agent".

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

Famous-Roman Agency has only single-digit employees but annual sales in the 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 met this kid, maybe twenty years ago. His father is a half-empty demon hunter, and her mother is very talented, but it's a pity... …How do you know this guy?”

"He is the one who issued this mission."

"Oh." Cerberus said: "It seems that he has not given up..."

What's a pity?What to give up?

The most annoying thing is half spoken.

"It's best not to get involved in his affairs." After a pause, Cerberus added.

Geralt asked: "Why?"

"The water is too deep."

Her face was blue, her eyes were bloodshot, and her eyes had black bags. Looking at the haggard woman in the mirror, Melinda 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 didn't agree 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.

The same house, even if it is located in a suburb of Phoenix, relies on her and her husband's salary and ten years to save for the down payment, and she will be a house slave for half her life.

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.

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.

Also broken was Melinda's modest materialism.

Fear tugged at her heart.

The house began to smell a faint rancid smell.

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, I just bought a house and my family has no money. Where to move?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 her bed, a slender figure from Mohu.

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 my sins on my son. Please cleanse him with your precious blood. Please command the evil spirits in him to leave him. Please save him from all this. Suffering, Lord, 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!!!"

Melinda burst out with unprecedented speed, crossing the distance between the two in an instant, and grabbed her son's hand before he fell down the stairs.

Women are weak, but mothers are strong.

Melinda hugged Robbie tightly and sobbed.

"Mom, why are you crying? Why am I here?"... Robbie didn't know what happened.

The husband also got up.He had a sullen face and said impatiently: "Melinda, what are you doing so late? I have to go to work tomorrow. Can I just relax for a day? I'm really annoyed by you."

Listening to her husband's complaints, Melinda, who originally wanted to make a scene, looked at her husband with disappointment, then carried Robbie back to the children's room, "Mom is afraid of the dark and is crying. Can my warrior protect my mother?"

"Of course." Robbie puffed out his chest.

Melinda made up her mind to find a cheap hotel tomorrow. Until the matter was clarified and resolved, she could no longer stay in this house no matter what.

for the kids!

……

……

Hearing the footsteps, Melinda quickly stood up, poured a handful of water on her face, and then wiped her face with a tissue.

"Melinda."

"Kate."

"Are you okay?"

"It's okay...thanks, Kate."

Melinda's colleague Kate came in, a fat middle-aged woman with a warm heart.

Kate hesitated and asked: "Melinda, although we have not been colleagues for a long time, we have a good chat, right? I treat you as a friend, so I care about your personal affairs. Do you have anything to hide, such as Is there a woman outside your husband or is he beating...you?"

"No, no, it's not." Melinda waved her hands repeatedly, "My husband is a very nice person, but something happened to him, and I don't know who to tell."

Kate grabbed Melinda's hand, "Caitlin, you can say anything to me, really."

Melinda hesitated for a moment, but finally told Kate what she had experienced, and then stared at Kate slightly nervously.

Kate probably thinks I'm crazy...

Unexpectedly, Kate hugged Melinda and said, "It must be very despairing to experience such a thing."

Melinda couldn't help but hug Kate and cry again.

She needed an outlet so much.

After a while, Melinda gradually calmed down and said sheepishly: "Sorry, Kate."

Kate said, "It's okay."

Then he complained about Melinda's husband, and finally asked Melinda what her plans were.

Melinda said she would pick up Robbie from kindergarten after get off work and then stay in a hotel that night.

Kate said: "This is good, but it is not a long-term solution after all. In fact... I have a friend who also experienced something like this, and later..."

"What happened next?" Melinda asked anxiously.

"Later I found professionals to deal with it and it was solved." Kate approached Melinda and said mysteriously: "There is a small building with an ivy on the outside in the west of the town. It belongs to the Winchester family. They are the professionals who my friend found person'."

"Winchester." Melinda imprinted this last name deeply in her mind.

Melinda is not an ignorant woman.She knew that nine out of ten so-called "professionals" were liars.

I can only try...

A dead horse is a living horse doctor.

After the meal, Geralt sat on the sofa and turned on the computer.

Log in to the official Witcher website.

There is a short website:

The guild is known to have five special types of work:

operator

信使

Investigator….Scavenger

Acceptance inspector.

The existence of Mrs. Owl is more mysterious than Miss Elizabeth Yin.

Next, Geralt wandered around the mission area while watching TV series with his dog.

The protagonist in the play is a high school student who is in the nerd camp and is the target of bullying.

She has a weak and low self-esteem, and has a crush on the school beauty.

On the eve of his 18th birthday, a meticulously dressed old white male gentleman suddenly appeared.

The gentleman told the protagonist that his father was a great demon hunter and wanted his son to be an ordinary person, so he sealed the protagonist's talent and gave it to his sister-in-law to raise.

Now the protagonist's seal is beginning to loosen, and monsters and ghosts who covet the talent are about to swarm in.

The protagonist definitely didn’t believe it and warned the gentleman that he would call the police if he didn’t leave.

The old gentleman decided to leave.

On the second day of his birthday, the protagonist is attacked by a little devil.At the critical moment, the protagonist's talent awakens and he fights back at the critical moment.

The old gentleman appears again.

Now the protagonist believes in the existence of the devil, but he tells the old gentleman, I'm sorry, I want to be an ordinary person.

Seeing this, Geralt was speechless.

Be an "ordinary person" who is bullied every day?

Well, everyone has their own ambitions, and this kind of thing cannot be forced.The problem is, if you want to be an ordinary person and others won’t let you, the devil will come to kill you!

Can't stand it...

Cerberus, on the other hand, was elated, especially when the powerful demon was killed by the protagonist.

Are you so happy when your kind is beaten to death?

Are you afraid that you are a fake devil?

Cerberus looked comfortable, "It's Asmode's turn in the next episode."

"Ok?"

Geralt was stunned, "How do you know?"

"This is a replay," Cerberus said.

Geralt: "..."

Dare to love for the second time, how much hatred and resentment?

Asmodeus, the demon who represents the Seven Deadly Sins, is also one of the four supreme pillars of King Solomon's 72 Demonic Pillars.In terms of strength and status, the three-headed dog of hell is far behind. How can the two intersect?

What did Asmodeus do, smash the Cerberus kennel?Or did he attack Cerberus?

……

Ding Dong.

Doorbell rang.

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

Rebecca stood by the door, staring curiously at the visual access control screen.

This is the first time anyone has visited since moving here.

"I, I...is Mr. Winchester here?"

"Are you looking for the young master?"

"Forehead……"

Melinda was stunned, what the hell is going on, young master?

Such a retro title?

"Yes……"

"Oh, wait a minute." Rebecca jumped to the living room, "Master... someone is looking for you!"

"Who?" Geralt asked.

"I don't know." Rebecca tilted her head, "Shall I ask?"

"Forget it." Geralt stopped Rebecca, "I'll ask."

"Also, be careful not to turn around."

"Yes!" Rebecca clenched her fist hard, "I will work hard to become a qualified maid!"

What a great goal...

Come to the door.

I saw a woman in a long skirt on the screen. She was in her early thirties, exuding a haggard look that could be felt through the screen.

A voice came from the intercom on the iron door: "I'm Winchester."

Melinda's voice was calm and powerful, and she said, "Hello, Mr. Winchester, my friend told me that you can handle some special things."

"Something special..." Geralt pondered for a moment, looking for something to do when he was idle.

"Please come in."

As the intercom came out again, the iron door clicked open.

The yard was full of flowers and plants, and it was obvious that someone had carefully taken care of it.

The house door opened.

The person who opened the door was a girl wearing a black and white maid dress. She stood sideways, her face filled with inexplicable joy.

Then came a dark haired teen.

Melinda guessed that the teenager was the "young master" the maid called him.

So...who is the Winchester with the calm voice?

"Hello, my name is Geralt Winchester."

"I'm Melinda Benjamin, hello Mr. Winchester?"

Geralt's voice was so similar to the "Mr. Winchester" on the intercom that Melinda couldn't believe it.

If so, then "Mr. Winchester" is too young.

"If you are referring to the 'Mr. Winchester' who spoke to you before, then yes." Geralt guessed what Melinda was thinking, it was nothing more than "too young" or something like that. I have met him once or twice, and I know him well.

Geralt continued: "Miss Melinda... is here, so why not talk about those 'special' things. Maybe I can help."

Yes, it's coming... Melinda thought to herself.

"Rebecca, make two cups of three-flower tea."

"Okay, Master.".

I don’t want sugar. Remind you: remember to collect after reading this