Werewolf hunting rules

Killing Akzi would cost Creighton almost nothing.

Although Mr. Owl's men began to suspect him again after destroying Athena's body. After all, he had the gun that killed Akzi, they still could not think of a reason for Clayton to do it, so There was no immediate way to accuse him.

Akzi has always had the idea of ​​​​recruiting Clayton Bello, and Clayton is also a member of the Presbyterian Church and also works directly for Gronje.

In this way, the possibility of Clayton killing Akzi is extremely slim.

They only asked Clayton to stay here for a symbolic period of time and not go home, so as to facilitate their subsequent questioning and investigation. They also left someone to guard him, but when Clayton received treatment, he woke up after sleeping. When he came, he found that even the members of the action team guarding him were missing.

He touched the bandage on his chest that smelled of ointment, put on the pants and shoes provided here, and left the room and walked outside. He walked around inside the building without fear of the cold or the strange looks of the servants, but he didn't smell their scent anymore.

All smells are masked by the aroma of day and night burning here.

Sunlight pours in from the grand floor-to-ceiling windows in the corridor, making the white marble floor shine.

Clayton was fascinated by the blue sky outside the window. The dazzling light shone warmly on him, making him feel warmer than the spring sunshine.

Through the glass, the back garden was completely presented to him.

Budd camellias, ivory candles, red-leafed heather, foxgloves and different types of orchids are planted in the black soil here. Rose vines climb up the black iron decorative arch corridor. Outside the window, you can see the colorful flower garden, and your eyes move back. , after a short period of floor decoration, it became lush again, and the fresh greenery of garden plants is still clear through the glass.

He decided to take good care of the garden after moving - first of all, the new home must have a back garden.

"Mr. Bello?"

Someone greeted him from behind, but Clayton did not look back. He just stared at the translucent reflection reflected on the glass. A beardless man in a black tuxedo was standing behind him. The man wore a pair of round-framed pince-nez, and his eyebrows were The ends are somewhat droopy, and the nasolabial folds are also very deep, giving Clayton the face of a sad philosopher.

"It's me," he replied.

The sad philosopher showed no ability, and as he came from behind without concealing his voice and walking slowly, Clayton concluded that he meant no harm. He stretched out his hand to Clayton: "I am Qian Ning, and I am now the replacement for Akzi, the director of the Security Department. Of course, it is only a temporary replacement."

Such a quick handover was obviously the work of Elder Dais. Clayton looked away from the window and turned around to shake hands with him.

The name "Channing" seemed familiar, but Clayton couldn't remember who he heard it from.

"Where are the gentlemen who sent me here this early in the morning?"

Qian Ning retracted his hand and said calmly: "As subordinates, they failed to protect Mr. Akqi. This was a very serious mistake, so Elder Dais punished them to go back for another six months of training and set off immediately this morning."

The only thing Clayton has to worry about now is that the notary's inheritance transfer records reveal that he and Bruno were friends. Akzi's friends and subordinates may find this out and realize that Akzi was murdered by him. . But given six months, he could handle everything.

But one person should be innocent.

"Has Aurelius Blanco been sent to sea too?" he asked Channing.

Aurelius Blanc was just a young man who had just dropped out of school. Even Clayton couldn't bear to have him, a child born in the mainland, suddenly sent to the sea for six months.

Due to the isolated environment on the ship, various physical and mental illnesses often plagued the crew. He saw several crazy navy colleagues in the military hospital. Doctors treated them with laudanum, amanita powder and other weird hallucinogenic drugs. , that look is really

"Mr. Blanco."

The sad philosopher pondered for a moment. The way he recalled seemed to be like flipping through a heavy ancient book. It took a lot of effort to find the target word: "Mr. Blanco was stimulated by witnessing the death of Akzi. His current condition is not suitable for any work, and he has not been trained before. Akzi's behavior of taking him to join the mission to kill Athena is actually illegal, so he will not be punished for it. We let him go home to recuperate. .”

"That's perfect." Creighton breathed a sigh of relief. Although O'Leary was not in good condition at the moment, the lieutenant believed that he could recover quickly in a familiar environment.

Even dark descendants, not everyone is adaptable to violent disputes. If this young man can't even accept the scene of an acquaintance being headshot in front of him, it might be a good thing for him to back off.

"Have you finished asking your questions? Do you have any other requests?" Qian Ning put his hand into his pocket, as if waiting for a positive answer.

"I also want Athena's ears, bad ones too."

"That's a surprising request, but you'll get it. Is it over now?"

"It's over," Clayton said.

The philosopher nodded when he heard this answer, took out the contents of his pocket and handed them to Clayton. Judging from the shape, it was a key wrapped in a note.

"This is the reward given to you by Elder Dais. He thinks highly of you."

Clayton opened the note in front of him. There was indeed a key inside, but there were also words on the note.

"If nothing happens, get out of here and go home and become an ascetic monk!"

"He is very optimistic about me." Channing's words were still in his ears. Clayton suddenly wanted to laugh, but this statement did not offend him. Returning to a normal life was what he pursued. He crumpled the note into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket, then held the key with two fingers and turned it in the sun. "26" had such a number engraved on it, which seemed to be the number of the residence.

He held the key and looked up at Qian Ning: "I thought there should be a choice. Not all houses in the city center meet my standards."

"This is not a room key." Chan Ning corrected him: "We will soon send you enough money to rent a standard residence in the city center for fifty years to your current address. This key was given to you by Elder Dais. It corresponds to It’s in a locker at Dongsen Bank.”

"What's inside?"

"I don't know either, but since Elder Dais asked me to give this to you, it means it should be useful to you."

Channing left quickly, and Clayton stuffed the key into his pocket. Although he had a certain curiosity in his heart, he decided to get the most important things out of the way first.

After several days of counting bills, Clayton finally resolved Bruno's will request and turned all his remaining belongings into cash and sent them to different people. Although they could not send back a response immediately, he understood Bruno's good deeds will still leave a mark on their hearts.

If a person can still be remembered by many people out of gratitude after his death, Clayton feels that such a life is definitely a success.

As a souvenir, he also kept a relic of an old friend.

"This sofa really stinks!"

He looked at the new sofa in the hall in a daze, feeling regretful in his heart.

"Damn it, I'm going to have to ask the landlady's maid to clean your cushions in a few days, otherwise they won't smell at all! The filling on the backrest needs to be replaced too, and damn that greasy cover on the surface! Bruno How long has it been since I washed you?!"

He murmured to himself, turning over the cover and cushions of the sofa, and then rolled out two leftover apple cores, which made him feel restless.

Because he planned to move to the city center, Clayton didn't plan to bother adjusting the position of the furniture. He would have to endure it for a few weeks before hiring someone to take it away, so the sofa stood in the middle of the hall, very eye-catching.

After some thinking, Clayton was finally convinced that he couldn't handle the cleaning job, so he simply left it behind and returned to the study.

A stack of envelopes piled high on his desk.

The lieutenant has been busy chasing a certain spider for a while, but the foreign informant he hired has not stopped working. In the past few months, he is still spying on market changes for him, as well as information on dilapidated antiquities in the countryside and acquisition applications. They haven't been touched much recently. He needs to clean them up one by one to catch up with the latest trend. Antique dealers can only buy goods in the right direction, otherwise they won't make a lot of money.

But there are just too many of them.

Clayton sat down at the table and stared at them in a daze until the heads in the fish tank couldn't help but start spitting bubbles.

"Is Clayton hungry too? Clara doesn't want to move when she's hungry."

The silver-containing developer solution in the fish tank where Clara lives has been drained out, and it is currently only used as Clara's nest. But for some reason, it seemed that her body was used to the suppressed state, so she did not grow those spider limbs again, which made Clayton very relieved.

He looked at Clara, her childish face made him almost ashamed to speak his thoughts for a moment, but he still spoke.

"Clara, have you ever considered learning a trade, which will be of great benefit to your return to social life." He couldn't bear to look directly into those innocent eyes and turned away: "For example, uh... bookkeeping?"

"What is accounting?"

Clayton looked back expressionlessly, knowing that this was wishful thinking.

Suddenly there was a heavy knock on the door of the hall, and outside the door, the loud voice of the landlady came in: "Mr. Bello, there is a little girl looking for you."

Clayton's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't remember which girl he had a date with, but the landlady's summons forced him to respond immediately.

He opened the door to the hall. The old lady still looked wary. When she saw Clayton coming out, she looked at the old single resident again, paying special attention to his hair and eyes, and then she looked wary. The expression gradually faded away.

"There was a girl who was wandering around here just now and said she came to see you. However, you have rarely been at home recently. I thought it would be the same today, so I asked her to go to my place for tea and snacks first. But since you are here , I’ll call her over right now.”

"Excuse me, ma'am." Clayton thanked him politely.

Although this elderly lady seems to have always been prejudiced against single people, she has absolutely no bad intentions. This is one of the reasons why he has been willing to rent a house here before.

Some time ago, his werewolf transformation gradually began to show on his body. The landlady thought he was infected and sent some medicine. Although it was of no use, it was still a thoughtful gesture.

But they will soon say goodbye, and Clayton can't help but feel a little sad about being separated from the familiar environment.

The landlady turned and walked to the room across the street. He heard a crisp voice saying goodbye inside, and after a while, a short girl came out of the door. Wearing a red cloak with a hood and holding a picnic basket in her hand, she walked towards Clayton openly.

Arriving in front of him, the girl took off her hood, revealing black hair that was exactly the same as his, and eyes like topaz.

Clayton's eyes were so attracted by these two familiar traits that he couldn't see exactly what she looked like for a while. He could only barely tell that it was the classic style of the Bello family. He felt dazzled. , so much so that breathing is a little difficult.

He seemed to see the shadow of the departed Wu Lun in the girl's body, and the Bello family, which was on the verge of decline, was revitalized in his heart at this moment.

The next moment, the girl spoke, but the content was different from what Clayton expected.

"Come on, man, how long are we going to stand there? Won't you invite me to come in and sit down?" She held her head high and spoke in a smooth tone.

Clayton's expression froze, and his chest resumed its ups and downs. He put one hand on his waist unconsciously, his pupils tightened, and he looked behind the other person with aggressive eyes. He glanced around the street before returning to the girl. , and then asked sternly:

"Donna, where's your mother?"

(End of this volume)

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