Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 171 - Cemetery
Chapter 171: Chapter 171 Cemetery
Chapter 171 -171 Cemetery
In the top left corner of the blueprint, a blooming daffodil was drawn.
This blueprint was obviously traced from another one, but judging from the degree of wear and tear on the paper, it should also be decades old.
Graveyard number 48.
“This is what I want.”
Roger nodded, he meticulously observed for a moment, the construction of the entire graveyard was very special, not arranged in simple square patterns, but forming a figure on the ground based on the structure of the graveyard.
Although the specific meanings were unclear, Roger was no longer the greenhorn who knew nothing when he first arrived in this world; he had learned a lot about mysticism.
Some traces still revealed characteristics of a ritual.
“Strange, could it be that the Hunters Guild back then didn’t notice anything unusual?”
“Or did they discover something but just didn’t care, or was it the behavior of the Stuart Family at the time that led everyone to mistake it for a failed, or incomplete, ritual?”
“And the real components of the ritual were hidden in the shadows?”
Truth be told, Roger wasn’t clear about what had happened back then.
However, the layout of graveyard number 48 was indeed eerie.
It lacked the solemnity of a graveyard; the construction plan seemed utterly whimsical.
“Can you take me to see the site of the graveyard?”
“Or has the graveyard been completely leveled to build this hospital?”
Roger inquired.
Lunney shook his head.
“Not at all, in fact, this place was chosen originally because it was sufficiently open and secluded.”
“Outside the graveyard, where our hospital now stands, a small manor was once built, and it’s said that people lived here back in the day.”
“And the real location of the graveyard is further back.”
Lunney led Roger out of the hospital and along the perimeter wall to a metal gate at the back.
Upon opening the gate, they had actually left the mental hospital area, and beyond lay a dense thicket of trees.
“It should be just ahead.”
“Honestly, actual burials in Swamp Town are so rare these days, and after so many years, it’s likely that the bottom of the graveyard has been long submerged by the swamp.”
The time was the afternoon, and the sun was somewhat intense, but once they entered the thicket, the temperature suddenly dropped, becoming more refreshing.
Lunney led Roger through a short distance and then up a small hill.
“Look, there it is!”
Lunney pointed to a clearing at the bottom of the hillside and said to Roger.
Seeing the area below the hillside, Roger’s expression subtly changed.
Everything before his eyes was all too familiar; aside from his own Graveyard Cabin, what he saw nearly resembled Baytown’s cemetery to the letter!
“What’s going on here?”
“Is it just a coincidence?”
Roger pondered.
“Who else knows about this place?”
Lunney shook his head.
“No one.”
“If it weren’t for your investigation leading here, even I wouldn’t have thought of the grave behind the hospital.”
“The mental hospital is already a place that changes colors in people’s conversations, and even the people working here wouldn’t have the interest to wander outside.”
“I’ve only heard about it, this is my first time coming here.”
Lunney couldn’t help but shrink his neck, even though the midday sun was harsh, he still felt a chill on his neck.
“Thank you for your troubles, Mr. Lunney.”
“Please allow me to stay alone for a while; if needed, I’ll come to find you.”
“No problem, it’s my honor to be of help.”
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Lunney was also very happy, and upon hearing Roger’s words, he left the area without any hesitation.
Roger stood on the hillside, carefully scanning everything below.
The distribution, size, and even the extent of the damage at the cemetery were exactly the same as those in Baytown.
Even the large tree that Anna often leaned against was no different.
“Did someone build two identical cemeteries in different places?”
Roger was puzzled, slowly descending from the hillside and entering the cemetery.
Graveyard number 48, Roger had thought that this was a special naming convention unique to the Stuart family, especially since the number 8 held special meaning to them.
But now, seeing two identical graveyards, Roger couldn’t help but wonder, could there really be 48 identical cemeteries?
Or perhaps more than 48?
If that were the case, a massive force must be involved.
“No, that’s not right!”
Roger quickly thought of another problem.
“Even if two identical cemeteries were built, the degree of their damage should be entirely different due to different environments.”
“They shouldn’t be exactly the same like this, with tombstone damage and surrounding tree growth distribution being identical.”
Roger stood in the center of the cemetery.
“There couldn’t be another Anna here, could there?”
He couldn’t help but think.
Next, he walked slowly through the damaged cemetery, carefully examining everything he saw.
At the same time, he was analyzing the specific locations of the remaining parts with the drawings in his hand.
Time passed by, the sun tilted westward, tinting the sky red.
During this time, Lunney came here once, but seeing that Roger was wandering in the cemetery the whole time, he didn’t approach to disturb him.
Anna hoped that Roger could retrieve something for her at Narcissus Street number 48.
But even she didn’t know what she had lost, and now it was impossible for Roger to turn over the entire cemetery.
He compared the drawings in his hands with the cemetery in front of him, analyzing bit by bit.
“If Anna could leave that place and come here, things would probably be a lot simpler.”
It wasn’t until nightfall that nothing unusual happened in the entire area.
Without any clues, Roger and Lunney greeted each other and then drove back to Baytown overnight.
By the time he arrived at the Graveyard Cabin, it was already deep into the night, and this time, Anna’s figure appeared through the mist.
“I found a place that should be Narcissus Street number 48 if nothing goes wrong.”
“It’s a cemetery identical to this one.”
Roger shrugged, “But I’m not clear on what to do next, what do you want me to find for you there?”
Anna seemed to have changed a lot after not being seen for a while, and after a few incidents, Roger had some guesses.
With every murder and burial, Anna became more solid and was also able to recall some things.
“Take me there,” Anna said.
“What should I do?”
“I can’t leave here for long right now, you need to help me find a temporary place to stay.”
“A place that can house a Spiritual Body.”
“A place to house a Spiritual Body?”
Roger’s eyes lit up, suddenly remembering something. He quickly went back to the Graveyard Cabin and took out a card from the Storage Box.
Photograph filled with resentment: a woman brutally tortured, her resentful spirit eternally imprisoned within the photograph. Although she had been liberated, the long confinement had altered the photo.
It could serve as a housing for a Spiritual Body, placeable in Hunter’s Cabin, slightly enhancing the cabin’s preciousness.
An unexpected find in the haunted house, Roger wondered if it could temporarily accommodate Anna’s Spiritual Body.
