Roger frowned.
He was now almost sure that Mal was killed by the beast while following him. But why did Bob's father send someone to follow me?
This made Roger really confused. What did he want to investigate? Or did he find something?
Being followed, Roger first thought of Ivy. He has not been in this world for a long time, and he has not had much interaction with other people. The most motivated one is Ivy.
But now……
The clues are messy and disorderly, and any one of them will get different results.
"Tomorrow is Simpson's funeral. After the funeral, a memorial service will be held at their home. Are you going?"
Amanda asked suddenly.
Roger nodded quickly, "Go ahead and take a look for any clues."
The two exchanged a few more words, but Amanda obviously didn't know much, and it was inconvenient for Roger to tell Amanda a lot of information, so she left after a while.
"I'm very pleased to see you getting along so well."
When Roger was thinking about something, Andrine's voice suddenly came from the door. Turning around, Andrine walked towards Roger in a home dress with two cups in her hand.
"A cup of hot cocoa."
"Ms. Andrine..."
"Between me and Amanda..."
Roger's feeling now is as if he was caught by the other's parents when he was having a tryst with a little girl.
"Hey, you don't have to be nervous."
Seeing Roger's appearance, Andrine felt a little amused.
"That's your young people's business. I won't interfere too much. If you can really talk..."
"I'm very optimistic about you..."
"Amanda was not close to me when I was young, and she became more independent when she grew up. She has very few friends at school. Andrine is really happy for her to see that she can talk well."
"Although she often speaks harshly and her words are not so pleasant, she is not bad in her heart."
Roger also nodded, "She is indeed a good girl."
"It's a pity that she is not a sorceress..." He added silently in his heart.
Huh? Why should I think so?
"Tomorrow is Simpson's funeral. I have prepared a formal suit for you. Although you only met once, I think you should be able to see him off for the last time."
"No problem." Roger nodded.
After chatting for a few more words, Andrine left. Roger got up and was about to close the door when a small head with red hair suddenly came in.
Amanda looked at Roger warily, "What did mom tell you just now?"
"Tell me about the embarrassing story about you peeing your pants when you were a child."
Roger had a dark face.
"Really?"
Amanda nearly exploded.
"Just kidding."
Roger replied helplessly.
"Roger!!"
"I'm sorry, Miss Amanda, I'm sleepy and going to bed, good night!"
Roger waved and slammed the door without waiting for Amanda to respond.
After a while, a note suddenly slipped under the door, "It's very dangerous outside now, don't go out at night. I'll keep an eye on you!"
At the end, a fierce grimace was drawn.
Feeling warm in his heart, Roger tore up the note casually.
Before confirming some things, he really didn't plan to go into the woods at night. On the one hand, the chance of being attacked by wild animals would be higher. On the other hand, he was also a little worried.
Is the other party simply stalking, or is there another conspiracy?
Locking the door, Roger sat on the rug by the bed.
He took off the clothes on his upper body, put his skin in direct contact with the air, took a deep breath, then exhaled, closed his eyes, the breath gradually became longer, and then began to meditate according to the method recorded in the manual.
After a while, he reluctantly opened his eyes.
He has experienced too many things recently, and there are many doubts lingering in his heart, and his thoughts are messy, making it impossible for him to calm down.
He found out the hidden concentration potion, thought about it and put it back.
This thing is indeed amazing, but if you don't fall asleep in the hunter's hut, you can't fully restore your energy even if you rely on natural sleep for two or three days.
There is work to do tomorrow.
Empty your mind, and adjust your breathing...
After a while, Roger opened his eyes again.
"Or not."
In fact, the cultivation of the body and the cultivation of the spirit are completely opposite to each other.
One is extremely dynamic and the other is extremely quiet.
This is also the reason why there are very few concurrent geniuses. Just like in real life, it is extremely difficult to expect a sports fanatic to become a music prince.
The concentration potion on the table reflected a special brilliance under the moonlight. Seeing this scene, a thought suddenly popped up in Roger's mind.
He took a glass of water, and then carefully dripped a few drops of the concentration potion.
After a little stirring, raise your head and drink the water in the glass.
The potion took effect very quickly, but the effect was much weaker than before.
But that's what Roger wanted to see.
He closed his eyes again.
This time, the brain quickly became calm, the chest rose and fell according to a special rhythm, and a warm current flowed into the mind.
After an unknown amount of time, when Roger opened his eyes again and casually glanced at the wall clock on the wall, it turned out that two hours had passed.
It seems that meditation has offset the exhaustion, and there is no side effect in the brain of taking concentration potions in the past. After discovering this, Roger was overjoyed.
This means that every night after that he can replace sleep with meditation.
And with the improvement of his strength, he might be able to gradually break away from the potion and enter into a meditative state on his own initiative.
At that point, he could even try the Concentration Potion after leaving the Hunter's Hut.
You just need to meditate afterwards to recover the lost energy, but meditation is not omnipotent. It cannot replace real sleep, after all, it cannot restore physical fatigue.
It was almost midnight, and Roger carefully came to the window to observe the street outside through the gap in the curtains.
Not long after, he really found some anomalies.
"There was someone in that blue Ford."
Under the dim street lights, Roger's eyes naturally couldn't penetrate the car window, but after a long period of observation, he noticed the occasional shaking of the car body.
Even couples who want to fight in the field will not choose this kind of neighborhood. It is close to midnight, and who would be bored enough to sit in the car alone?
After writing down the license plate number, Roger ignored it, sat down cross-legged, and started a new round of meditation.
Again and again until it was daylight.
He opened his eyes, his mind was clear and full of energy, but his body became extremely stiff from sitting cross-legged all night.
"It would be great if this thing could be practiced lying down."
Roger thought greedily.
The breakfast was simple but nutritious. After the meal, Little Jack was picked up by his aunt, and Andrine brought Roger and the two to Simpson's home.
It was a small two-story building near the edge of the town. The paint on the outside of the house was peeling off. It seemed that the financial situation of the Simpson family was not very good.
Although the Simpson family's house looks dilapidated, there is a large courtyard behind it, and he will be buried in the family cemetery behind it.
When getting out of the car, Roger caught a glimpse of an unremarkable blue Ford parked on the side of the road.
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