"who is he?"

The one who received Roger and the others was a middle-aged man with a huge rosacea. He looked Roger up and down with a hint of suspicion flashing across his face.

"He is my special counsel." Henrik replied casually.

"Can we meet Mr. Hannam now?"

Although the middle-aged doctor was a little suspicious, he didn't say anything else and took Roger and the others to the hospital.

The air here was very bad, and disinfectant water and some moldy smell were floating in the corridor. After passing some areas, Roger could see patients queuing up to receive medicine, as well as nurses and guards with stiff expressions.

"Was he really crazy that Hannam?"

Taking the elevator down, Roger broke the silence.

"Haha, I wish he wasn't crazy, so that he could send this damn murderer to prison."

“Not here!”

The middle-aged doctor looked at Roger, "You will know when you see him. I don't even know if he is crazy."

bite.

The elevator parked on the third floor underground.

After passing through a long corridor, the three of them came to a room at the end of the corridor. Through an observation window on the door, there was only one bed in a room less than ten square meters.

"He's there."

"Do you want me to open the door and let you see it with your own eyes?"

"No matter what your purpose is, I think you will probably have a waste of time this time."

The door opened and Roger and the others walked in.

On a small single bed, an old man with white hair and beard was lying. He looked much younger than in the photo. If he didn't look at the color of his hair, he would just look at his face, he would be like a middle-aged man under 50 years old.

With both hands and feet tied up by belts, Hannam lay quietly on the bed, his eyes slightly opened, and he looked straight at the roof.

"Mr. Hannam?"

There was no response. Roger was about to increase the volume when he heard the middle-aged doctor behind him say, "No need to waste his energy, he has no reaction."

Roger turned his head.

At this moment, Henrik pretended to be checking the time and took out his pocket watch from his pocket.

Tag.

In a place where the middle-aged doctor could not see it, a strange head floated quietly behind his head.

In order to avoid the indiscriminate conversations between the respondents, Henrik would start the watch every time he asked, and the two of them had a clear division of labor.

"When he first caught this guy, he didn't say a word. The police speculated that he had some mental problems and sent him here."

"He didn't respond to any stimulus from the outside world."

"Sound, temperature, light...even the endurance of pain."

"And as time goes by, this situation becomes more and more serious. Later, he even completely lost control of his body, if it weren't for the heartbeat and brain waves."

"We all have to suspect that this guy is dead."

The middle-aged doctor explained.

"I heard that he believed in a cult and used terrible black magic in the manor." The doctor sneered.

"I won't believe this statement."

"I would rather believe that he is an absolute pervert!"

The doctor seemed to show great hatred for Hannam.

"You know Sir Hannam?" Henrik noticed something and suddenly asked, and he specifically emphasized Hannam's identity.

"Jazz?"

The angry flashed from the doctor's face.

"A guy like him deserves to be called a jazz?"

"Pooh!"

"He is a combination of sadist and lunatic!"

Anger surged, and an abnormal flush flashed across the doctor's face. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.

"If it weren't for the last bit of professional ethics, I would have been like this damn murderer!"

A trace of pain flashed in his eyes.

"My sister, he was once Hannam's third wife. She was only 19 years old at that time and was admitted to the local university in Bordeaux, which was the best age in her life."

"But, I met him!"

"Hannum was already in his 40s at that time, but he was well maintained and looked like a young man in his 30s."

"Funny, handsome, knowledgeable, and rich plus some just the right romance."

"You can find all the advantages of the most successful man in Hannam at that time, and no woman can resist his charm."

"Even though he had been married twice before, some people still think they are his true destiny."

"They got divorced later?"

Roger knew that Hannam had entered the marriage hall seven times, so this result must have ended in a tragedy.

"divorce?"

The middle-aged doctor shook his head, "They did not divorce because of my sister, she was dead..."

"The neck was cut open, just the 3rd month after their newlyweds!"

"The police determined that they committed suicide because they found her suicide note by the pillow, but how could this be possible?"

"She is so sunny and optimistic. We met just a few days before her death, and she began to look forward to becoming a mother."

"And when she died, she had been pregnant for a month, but she didn't know it yet!"

The doctor's face was distorted in pain.

"Just seventh month after her death, Hannam got married again. The bride was a girl from another place. She lay on the big blood-stained bed without knowing anything."

“One after another.”

"In the past 20 years, there have been more than one or two women who died in Hannam Manor for various reasons."

"The locals living in the swamp town know that Hannam's manor is a demon's cave. Some people even say that on a moonless night, they saw a dark shadow appearing from the manor."

"People suspect that those black shadows are the dead girls, the undead condensed!"

"Because of wealth and status, Hannum has escaped legal sanctions again and again over the years. Although there is no evidence, I believe that the death of those girls is absolutely unrelated!"

After venting, the doctor's mood became calmer.

"Will such people who are full of bloody hands and are cold by nature go crazy?" He stared at Roger and the others.

"Will you believe it?"

"It may be that the undead of those girls came to collect the debt!"

Looking back at Hannam lying on the bed, Roger found it difficult to associate the kind-hearted old man with the bloody executioner in the doctor's mouth.

He suddenly thought of what Henrik once said, "What is more terrifying than evil spirits is the human heart!"

"Why, don't you want to believe it?"

It seemed that Roger's confusion was seen, "Don't look at the volumes provided by the police to you. There are a nest of snakes and rats. The things on it have been deleted and modified too much."

"If you really want to investigate the truth, please come with me. I have collected a lot of information about Hannam over the years."
Chapter completed!