People are in Marvel, and the system is working as a worker

Miss Elizabeth.夣

Guild 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 the acceptance inspection for you immediately. You can leave first. The acceptance results will be notified via SMS on the site. 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.

Gunmetal gray suit, lined with black bottoming shirt, brown formal leather shoes, fedora gentleman hat.

It was late at night, and this gentleman was dressed quite strangely.

Ordinary people probably don't dare to park.

Park the car and roll down the windows.

"Where?"

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

Geralt looked at Luke Roman. His face was strong and he was in his mid-40s, giving him a meticulous first impression.

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

"If I remember correctly, the guild does not stipulate that the task issuer 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, and the contact occurs in After the mission is completed."

Luke leaned forward again, "But it was indeed presumptuous. I'm very sorry."

What Luke said makes sense. The guild does not have many rules and does not have strong constraints on its members. It is more like a loose alliance.

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.夣

Teenagers who are eighteen or nineteen years old...young means that the teenager in front of them is a genius.But young geniuses are like well-growing saplings. .

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

Luke was a little disappointed.

He quickly calmed down and handed over his business card with both hands, "Luke Roman, head of Roman's agency."

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

"Yes, but it's a little different from ordinary real estate agents." Luke said a professional term, "Mainly responsible for contaminating real estate."

Then he 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.夣

"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 is used to attract ghosts after being lit.So Geralt didn't start the fire, just listened to the crisp sound.

Geralt thought of the lighter among the seven magic tools. He wondered what it would look like after unlocking it and what effect it would have.

"Smoking is harmful to your health. It's better not to smoke." When he was refused the cigarette, 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, this time in the villa The evil spirits can only seek help from outside."

"The problem is, it takes time from the time the task is posted on the official website until someone accepts it, and then to the specific execution stage, and some events can't wait." Luke sighed: "Fortunately, the evil spirits in the villa haven't started killing people yet this time."

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.夣

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 no one objects to adding "one", right?

The shadow of a famous tree.夣

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

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 is a young black girl with dreadlocks, a nose ring, and flowery arms.She is Zoe, the office manager of Roman Agency.

Luke sat in the passenger seat.

"Luke, how was the conversation?"

"It's okay."

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 lips. Do you know how to deal with evil spirits? I went in there and didn't even break a sweat. 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."

Zoe breaks up with her girlfriend, and Phil has a fight with her boyfriend.

Love makes people violent, marriage makes people explosive.

……

……

Back home in Black Pine Town, it was almost twelve o'clock.夣

"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.夣

Bone hammer handle.

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

……

……

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.夣

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?

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.夣

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 searched for "Roman Agency" in his notebook.

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.夣

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 issuer of 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.夣

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.夣

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.夣

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.夣

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 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.夣

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.夣

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.夣

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 was going on.

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.夣

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?"