Werewolf hunting rules

The reason why I say "seems" is because Clayton has no evidence that anyone is following him.

All guesses are based on intuition.

There are indeed strange situations such as the temperature around me rising slightly, and my footsteps being heavier than before, but these situations may also be caused by a poor mental state.

This feeling didn't stop until he arrived at the Mani family's old house.

Clayton couldn't help but become suspicious and uneasy about this trip.

In any case, this was originally the trouble caused by Joe Mani, but now it seems that he needs to solve it. If not solved, there will be serious consequences.

Just thinking about this made him feel a little bit hungry.

After transforming into a dark descendant, he gained some instincts and nature, which were completely different from those of humans.

Negative emotions and fatigue will be converted into appetite, and it will continue to grow if it is not satisfied. He must overeat in the werewolf form to appease his mind, otherwise he will continue to be restless. This is why his food expenditure has increased tenfold recently. One of the important reasons.

If he hadn't had the money to buy a lot of meat, he would probably have attacked pastures or humans like the wild werewolves in folklore.

After calming down his emotions, he opened the door of the old house with the key given by Joe Mani.

The door leaves were pushed open to both sides, and a puff of dusty air hit the nostrils.

Clayton came once four years ago, but that time he came as a guest, so the scope of activities was limited to the first floor, and the layout of the second and third floors was unclear.

At that time, Joe Mani still had two maids to take care of him. After he sold the "rusted silver coins", the two maids also disappeared.

On the east side of the first floor is the living room, next to it is the kitchen, and the bathroom is on the west side near the door.

There was a perfect layer of dust on the ground, and it was obvious that no one had been here recently.

Clayton didn't ignore the first floor just because he had been there before, but there really wasn't much here.

The living room is empty, with only some basic furniture such as tables and chairs, and an old horsehair sofa. The plates, bottles and jars in the kitchen were all still there, as well as some expired spices. The silver-plated tableware that had been used to entertain guests were all missing. Apparently Joe had sold them to pay for his travels.

There were some pots in the low cabinet next to the stove, but Clayton thought they were nothing to worry about.

So he left the kitchen and walked toward the luxurious staircase with mahogany handrails.

Starting from the second floor, there are paintings hanging at small intervals on the walls, which is so many that it is annoying.

From garden landscapes to portraits, each picture is unique.

Clayton found Joe's bedroom on the second floor,

Joe must have never come back to live in Sasha City after his return, because there was a lot of rat droppings here and a thick layer of dust accumulated from the table to the floor.

The desk is placed under the window sill, and you can see the scenery outside the window when you look up.

You can see the St. Alvin Parish train station and the parts factory with its towering chimneys spewing thick smoke.

The huge noises of steam and mechanical operation have transformed into elephant-like sounds when they reach here.

It may be this problem that makes few people willing to continue to live in these old houses nearby.

The windows were open, and the stale wind blew in. The colorless curtains were dancing in the wind like a ragged dancer, as they had been for four years.

There are only a few books on the bookshelf here, poetry collections, novels, and Joe's math textbook.

It's all dispensable existence.

There was a picture frame on the bedside table, and Clayton walked over and picked it up.

In the photo, a man and a woman are holding the infant Joe Mani and smiling brightly. Their looks are similar to Joe's. They are probably Joe's parents, Joseph and Mavis.

Clayton had never met them in person, so he knew nothing about them.

Joe rarely mentioned them, it seems that in order to take care of business, Joseph has been living with his wife in St. Mored Parish most of the time, and only asked someone to take care of Joe Mani.

There is little communication between the two generations, so they are not as close as normal parents and children.

This is indeed suspicious.

Clayton calculated that the "Rusted Silver Coin" had made a lot of money in the hands of an amateur like him. Even if Joseph Mani really didn't have the talent to make money, he wouldn't have allowed Joe to reach the level he is today. .

He heard that some gang members would work far away from home and assume another persona at home.

Perhaps in Joseph's hands, the "rusted silver coins" were just a cover to disguise his identity.

Clayton put down the picture frame and searched under the carpet and under the bed. He didn't find much except for a book of secret drawings of teenagers in average taste.

He turned around and searched the other rooms on the second floor, including the guest room, bathroom and home storage, but found nothing.

Except for Joe's room, no room on the second floor contained anything of "meaning."

All the retained utensils are the simplest, with only basic functions for daily life, and nothing less will be enough.

I don’t know if the Mani family began to decline in Joseph’s generation, or if Joe sold all the good stuff in order to raise travel expenses.

Clayton came out of the family warehouse disgraced. His nose couldn't stand this place, and the dust was almost destroying his sense of smell.

Only the third floor has yet to be found.

He walked up to the third floor, and the paintings on the wall gradually moved up along with the slope of the stairs.

After crossing the last step, there are no other paintings in the corridor on the third floor. They are all frontal busts of people.

Clayton knew the rules of this kind of portrait.

This means that from here on, all the people in the portraits are the direct ancestors of the Mani family.

They were old or young, male or female, staring straight at the people in the room.

Creighton walked across the corridor from their sight, inspecting the rooms with open doors.

There was a huge room covering one-third of the entire floor, with no windows. A gorgeous double bed is pressed against the wall, and there is a dressing table. A large golden chandelier in the shape of an exotic flower hangs from the ceiling. The tubular candlestick holders are so densely packed that it is difficult to imagine the grand occasion when it is lit.

He thought it might be the room that Joseph's wife had used.

There was a book on the dresser, but the curtains were closed in this room, and there was not enough light for him to see the cover of the book clearly from the doorway.

He walked in and walked to the window and opened the curtains a little to let in the sunlight.

At the same time as Clayton moved, the chandelier on the ceiling behind him gradually changed color, silently spreading its petal-like tubular supports, and its surface was coated with a layer of black and red link patterns, like some kind of drama in the Western Continent. Poisonous spider.

Those tubular brackets hang down, and the pipe structure behind them that was supposed to connect the chandelier to the ceiling appears in its original shape.

It was a girl's head holding a wooden wedge in her mouth.

Her eyes stared downward at Clayton's back.

Clayton dusted the book in his hand at the window without realizing it. When he heard the wind, it was already too late.

The sharp ends of the limbs scratched his calf.

He quickly rolled away, but the muscle in his right leg had been punctured and blood was flowing.

The giant spider with the girl's head was lying on the double bed and looked at him with a sweet smile.

"Clara is waiting! Clara is the smartest! Joe Mani broke the contract, he entered this room! His flesh and blood are mine!"

Clayton dragged his injured leg into the dark area of ​​the room, his body expanded and tore his clothes, revealing the strong and majestic werewolf torso.

He opened a wolf kiss, new and old hatreds surged into his heart, and he roared furiously:

"I'm fucking Clayton!"

Two black shadows instantly fought together.

Although the room was large, it was still too small for the two monsters.

Spider-Woman screamed "It's all the same! It's all the same!" and then raised her long black-red ringed legs, which were several times larger than those of a normal spider, and poked Clayton, leaving five or six deep cuts on his arm. The wound, and the other support legs were dug deep into the bed board.

Not to be outdone, Clayton leaned forward to resist the attack and cut off all four of her legs with one grab.

Transparent liquid splashed out from the severed limb, soaking the dust and white sheets.

"Clara it hurts! It hurts so much!"

The strange creature jumped back and lay on the wall. The severed limbs were twitching. White granules visible to the naked eye grew out of the wound, and then dried and hardened into the same appearance as before.

The girl’s head on the spider’s body shook its head: “But Clara is not afraid, Clara is immortal!”

The severe pain of the initial injury stimulated Clayton, and he could no longer suppress his nature.

He just wants to eat something now, anything.

A spider with a human head would also be nice.

The animal's claws covered with black fur inserted under the bed board. Clayton's already thick arms swelled again. He exerted force, and the double bed, which weighed about six to seven hundred pounds, was thrown up by him, making a sound of wind and slamming into the bed. Clara the spider lying on the wall.