Werewolf hunting rules

Freak Monster Show Clayton finally remembered.

Every circus will have a show that showcases extremely ugly and twisted individuals for the audience's amusement.

He recalled that when he was inspecting the circus before, he had seen a skeleton with strange limbs and deformities that did not look like a human being, but he concluded that he did not.

Yes, those deformed children who are born with or acquired disabilities certainly meet the conditions for transformation as a leatherworker. Because of their ugliness, they will definitely have more paranoia about beauty than ordinary people.

His expression became serious.

Julius thought wrong, and so did Donna. Why didn't they think of it? !

"Although evil creatures retain a certain amount of intelligence, they will not make many highly purposeful actions that have nothing to do with satisfying their own desires."

Clayton stared closely at the priesthood: "It has searched the corpses of all circus members. This cannot be its own will. Even if it is for revenge, these actions are too redundant. Maybe it is someone from the Doomsday Seeker sect." Instructing it to find something from the body.”

The priesthood does not refute it, but it also does not support it.

He said expressionlessly: "Probably. But I hope you and your people will stop pursuing it. Once Raven Lyle's people are driven away, this matter will be regarded as over, and I will handle the follow-up."

"certainly."

Clayton converged his gaze and nodded at Lewis. He knew that these locals also had concerns.

He just wanted to use the local people's hands to give the doomsday seekers a warning, and did not think that now was the time to fight them to the death.

"so be it."

The priest nodded to him and walked quickly back the way he came.

Clayton watched coldly as his back gradually merged into the night, and then climbed onto the roof again, waiting for further developments.

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Louis quickly took control of the crime scene.

No one doubts that this devout believer for many years will be the real murderer. As an evangelical believer, his image of never touching weapons has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

He took the torch sent by a resident and methodically directed everyone to protect the crime scene from interference. He also asked someone to notify the mayor and those who were originally responsible for night patrols.

The firearms of the same style as Mr. Ravenel's men naturally attracted everyone's attention.

These locals may not know the quality of guns, but their appearance is so similar that it does not require any professional knowledge to make people aware of the close connection between them. During the day, many people saw the Raven Lai clearly. They are armed by his local gunmen, and the relationship between them is like twin brothers.

Before Priest Lewis took the initiative to mention this matter, a chilling atmosphere had already spread among them.

Lawrence is one of the most respectable people in the local area, and the three Weir brothers - although they are considered villains, only those locals who have no relatives or outsiders who come to do business have suffered at their hands. In most of the local areas, they have suffered losses. In the eyes of others, they are just ordinary nuisances. Even the stains on Gevo are already part of the life they are familiar with and cannot be easily erased.

The cut throat wound was mostly ignored, all eyes were on the gun.

Since there is no one from Raven Lyle among the dead here, but the weapons used for the murder are related to them, the identity of the murderer can be imagined.

When the number of locals gathered here climbed to a new height, timidity began to disappear, and anger burned in people's hearts, so that some rather superficial hints were ignored, and people began to think in the most extreme direction.

"We're going to get that Raven Lyle out of here now. He has to explain this gun to us!"

"Beheading or hanging, he and his men should choose one!"

"They captured Mr. Schmidt and tortured him before, and now they have killed Mr. Lawrence and the Weir family. Do we have to stay at home and wait for them to do something more extreme?"

"We have fewer guns and people than they do, how dare they insult us like this?!"

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The shadows under the firelight were layered, and people and their shadows gathered together like demons. Whispers, arguments, and roars were mixed together, boiling and screaming like a boiling kettle. The most intense ones made the priesthood also scream. He couldn't help but frown.

"Everyone, be quiet!" Louis shouted.

After dispersing all the noise, his voice dropped again: "Let us be patient and wait until the mayor and hunters arrive before making a decision. Before that, let us stay rational and avoid unnecessary mistakes."

"I also have a gun, there is no need to wait for them." Someone in the crowd said unconvinced.

The priesthood tried to identify the speaker, but there were many stubborn, angry faces here, all of which looked like the person who had just said those words.

He didn't seem to hear the objections, and continued the topic: "To avoid unnecessary and irrational conflicts, the most important thing right now is to resist the cursed monster. Compared with our compatriots, it is our real The enemy. We should always ensure that our minds and weapons are sound, rather than rashly clashing with Mr. Ravenel's people without sufficient evidence."

"Even in the most critical moment, I want to at least ensure that our firepower has an advantage. This also takes some time to raise."

Louis said his words very carefully, and there was almost nothing to refute, and the street became quiet again.

Most people believed his words and began to wait for the arrival of the mayor and hunter. Some people just returned to their houses silently. Some of them closed the doors and windows, and the rest quickly returned with weapons. walk out.

Simple weapons such as bows, crossbows, pitchforks, axes, and matchlocks did not diminish their confidence.

They may be lagging behind, but they can still take lives easily, just not as efficiently as those newer weapons.

Padre Lewis looked at the people's spontaneous efforts and felt irritated in his heart.

If these measures are used against ordinary people, then of course they will be effective, but if Raven Lyle is related to the Doomsday Seeker sect, then their preparations may not be as effective as imagined.

For some heretics, even the death of one of their own can have an effect, so he didn't expect any actual fighting to take place in the town.

Even for those people he killed just now, he took the opportunity to secretly smear holy water on the corpses to prevent them from being used by evil again, but this method did not have a very effective curbing effect on the spells existing in the body. Big holes.

Therefore, his purpose was just to expel those gunmen from the country.

In this way, they and the heresy of doomsday seekers would not be officially hostile.

As for whether those who were expelled would go to other towns with the heretical orders of the Doomseeker sect, Padre Lewis didn't care.

His duty was to protect this parish, the people he knew and knew him well, and the rest of the world had nothing to do with him, that was beyond the scope of his duties. Louis would inform his superiors about the incident after Francis and his gunmen left, but he would never agree to risk dealing with these people in Gevaux.

Half an hour later, Raven Lyle and other gunmen arrived here together with the mayor.

At this moment, there are still many hunters who have not come to the town.

The morning star has not yet brightened, but people on these streets are no longer asleep, and everyone is paying attention to the results of their gathering.

Louis felt heavy pressure, and he could see the contempt shown in Raven Lyle's eyes after scanning the armed forces of the local residents.

"You want to see us for something?" Francis raised his chin.

The priest glanced at Mayor Gevo, who wiped the top of his head that was shining in the firelight, looking helpless.

Of course, Priest Louis did not ask anyone to notify these gunmen, but they were temporarily living in a public barn, and the mayor chose to live not far away in order to get a response from the monitors he sent as soon as possible. The person who went to inform him was also discovered by this group of gunmen.

"Indeed, we would like to ask you to explain something." A hunter who lived nearest stepped forward and glared at Francis: "You might as well take a look, there are four corpses here and one of your guns. Now , please tell us what happened here."

The crowd moved aside, clearing the way for the Salvation Army people, and the dead bodies were clearly visible in front of them.

The Vanney rifle was being taken for inspection by a knowledgeable hunter. Now that Raven Lyle appeared, it had to be returned to the hands of the Salvation Army.

Francis didn't expect to see this thing after looking at the body.

His expression changed. He had already recognized the gun before it reached his hand because it had the company number on it. However, they didn't care much when they fled. They just grabbed some weapons from the armory and rushed away. When I came out, I couldn't identify the owner of the weapon by its serial number.

Other members of the Salvation Army shared his sentiments, wondering why the gun was here.

After only taking a cursory look at it, Francis "handed back" the rifle to the hunter.

Although it was unclear how the locals obtained the gun, everyone at the Salvation Army knew that it had nothing to do with them at this time.

"Yes. Of course, it looks exactly like our gun, and it appears where there are dead people, but that doesn't mean anything."

"Are you trying to say that this is purely a coincidence?" the priest asked him sternly.

Francis had made up his mind to get rid of himself, so he showed an arrogant expression: "The Vanier rifle is the signature product of Frame Company. It does not restrict people with special certificates from purchasing it. If there are other wealthy gentlemen who have the same as us, I'm not surprised at all."

The crowd booed at his ugly display.

Padre Louis was not angry, as this was to be expected.

"I noticed that there seem to be a few fewer of you than when we first arrived in Gevo. Are they really all leading their horses for a walk in the forest?"

"What do you mean?" Francis asked warily.