"What the hell is this woman doing?"

Roger approached quietly, his muscles tensed gradually, ready to attack at any time.

In the extraordinary world, it is not strange to bring a dead body back to life.

Until Roger approached Travis, the corpse lying on the wicker chair remained motionless.

As he got closer, the stench from the corpse gradually came. It could be seen that his mother had done some unknown treatment to the corpse.

But it was a swamp, and it was already hot, plus Travis had been dead for a while.

After careful observation, Roger determined that Travis lying on the couch was really just a dead body, not something like a voodoo zombie.

There are some things on the table next to him. Roger has read Travis's information, and can speculate that these things are all Travis's favorite things during his lifetime.

On the other side, on the floor between the white candles was a dark floor mat with a strange rune pattern drawn on it. It seemed that Travis' mother would pray here every day.

And what she just said...

Travis's eyes were rotten, and an indistinguishable color liquid flowed from the eye sockets. Roger suppressed the stench and looked at the table beside him.

Soon one of the photo albums caught his attention.

Opening the title page, a line of text came into view.

"To my dearest baby, Travis*..." The last name was artificially crossed out.

The album is clearly made from the perspective of Travis' mother, from the time Travis was born to the time he learned to walk.

At every stage of his life, Travis has flashes of memory from his mother, with a saying next to each photo.

Between the lines is filled with the happiness of a mother.

Roger flipped through it quickly. Suddenly, his fingers froze slightly.

On a separate page, there is a passage from his mother, "Leaving me for the first time to attend a summer camp, although it was only a short month, it was like a whole year to me."

Below this passage is a group photo taken in front of the summer camp.

Looking at the date in the lower right corner of the photo, it should be three years ago. In the photo, Travis smiled brightly, while Roger's pupils shrank slightly.

Because in the photo, he also saw Judd's figure!

Could it be?

Surprised, he searched quickly, and soon found Alan and Jonathan in the photo.

"They once participated in a summer camp together." Roger faintly felt as if he had grasped something.

At this moment, there was a sound of opening the door downstairs, and before he had time to think, Roger quickly tore down the page.

He put all the traces back in place as quickly as possible, then opened the door and followed the way he came into the darkness.

Shortly after Roger left, Travis' mother returned to the room, and he looked at his son lying on the wicker chair with a kind face, "Don't worry, the prophet told me that she has found your soul, you are Chosen one. Mom is proud of you."

After speaking, she gently pressed a kiss on Travis' forehead.

In the wobble, more stuff came out of Travis' eye sockets.

Roger's figure was carefully hidden in the darkness. He left Travis house as fast as he could and returned to the location where the car was hidden.

After starting the car, Roger went straight to Danielle's house.

Now that it was confirmed that Danielle had a major connection with this matter, Roger planned to come directly to the door.

Although there is a lack of direct evidence, his purpose is not to solve the case after all, and it is understandable that his methods are a little rough.

In the photo, the four young people are very close to each other. Looking at their expressions, they seem to have a good relationship, but in the police investigation, they have no contact with each other.

Even the three of Judd, who were in the same school, seemed to be strangers.

Discovering doubts, Roger felt that as long as he continued to investigate, he would be able to find out the truth.

"It would make sense to say that Danielle was involved in Judd's death, but Danielle had a perfect alibi when Travis died."

"The time to die is still daytime..."

"Except for the extremely special day demon spirit, it is difficult for other spirits to move without being possessed..."

I thought of the weird ritual formation in Travis's house, and the bizarre way of death of the servants in the manor in the last mission.

"Is it voodoo again?"

The night road was dark, but Roger's speed was not slow. It didn't take long for him to arrive at Danielle's house.

The house was pitch black, Roger parked the car in the distance, and sneaked in quietly.

Danielle has no relatives, and her only father has passed away. The girl has been working and studying since she was 16 years old.

Half an hour later, Roger left there with a puzzled look on his face.

Danielle is not here.

To be careful, Roger even secretly set up a Yrden magic circle, and after starting it, no trace of the spirit body was found.

This made him a little puzzled. So far, apart from the weirdness in Travis's house, this task has been too unremarkable.

He tried to call Danielle again, but there seemed to be no signal on the other side.

He called the police station, identified himself, and reported his ID number. Roger ordered them to help him find information related to the summer camp three years ago.

And he hid quietly, observing Danielle's house.

But until dawn on the second day, Danielle still didn't show up. At this time, a message came from the police station asking him to get relevant information.

Roger bought some fast food in the town, and then sat in the car to look through the materials.

"White Almond Summer Camp."

In order to cultivate children's independence and improve their social skills, many parents in Menia are willing to send their children to summer camps.

Although the location of the White Apricot Summer Camp is within the area of ​​Marsh Town, the operator is not a local.

Every summer, many students are sent here. The summer camp has a good reputation and the business is booming.

However, a year ago, it seemed that there was a problem with the funds, and the Summer Camp was completely closed, and it was also abandoned.

When Roger drove there, what he saw was a scene of desolation.

It's only been a year, but because no one takes care of it, weeds and vines have covered the entire summer camp.

The entire summer camp occupies a large area, and various functional areas are arranged in an orderly manner. It can be seen that the managers have put a lot of effort into this summer camp.

"Who are you looking for?"

Suddenly a deep voice came.

Roger turned around, and an old man in dirty denim overalls and carrying a shotgun shouted from a distance.

"Are you the person in charge here?"

Roger stepped forward.