Werewolf hunting rules

Clayton had never known dwarves before.

Sanders was an eye-opener.

Wearing a Silver Star badge and carrying the shotgun he received from the Sheriff's Department, he found a nearby cheap cafe and invited Sanders in to sit down and chat. Then, with the other party's very firm attitude, he had to order only one for himself. cake.

"I want to have a paper report as detailed as possible, but before that, can you tell me whether you found the ticket seller?"

Clayton believed in the level of Bruno's firm, but the members of the Holy Grail Society were extraordinary, and in less than half a month since he issued the commission, he had to worry about the results of the other party's investigation.

Even if you can't find the specific location of the Angel of Broken Wings ticket seller, it's still a valuable thing to check where it's missing.

However, the efficiency of the office was still higher than he thought.

"Of course, who do you think you paid for?! That ticket seller is in St. Alvin Parish! I found it!"

Sanders jumped angrily and raised his head over the table, but not higher than the cake on top.

From the time Clayton invited him in, he never sat down on the chair, but insisted on standing and talking to Clayton.

"Besides you, who else is looking for you?"

"There are three more people who assist me in my work." The dwarf glared at Clayton, his craggy face was sinister under this expression: "If Bruno hadn't said he knew you, we would have thought you were playing tricks on us!"

"what have you found?"

"That person is not selling tickets at all. He takes whatever money others give him."

"Well--"

Creighton never thought that Sanders would criticize this point, but the people of the Holy Grail Society are not doing business in the first place, so it is normal for them to do this kind of thing:

"What about the people who bought tickets from him? Did you try to track them?"

"Of course, this is my second point."

Sanders wrinkled his face and his round, fleshy nose shone: "Some of the people who come to buy tickets every day are the same. I thought they were hired by the ticket seller, but later I found out that he didn't take the tickets he received. The money is returned to them.”

"You mean they come here every day to buy tickets?"

"Yes, they go every day." Sanders said: "Because of the limited time, I only followed one of them, and that person didn't work at all. He took the ticket and went to a strip club and watched it all day at a time. Back He eats and sleeps when he gets home, pretends he didn’t hear his wife scold him, doesn’t care when his son cries, he’s a complete waste.”

“What about the other people who come every time?”

"They're trash too."

Sanders' disdain for them was genuine.

"That's really a shame to society."

Creighton exported invalid opinions, hoping to make Sanders think that this was a pre-mundane commission.

The person he was following was indeed a scumbag on the surface, but if he was influenced by extraordinary factors, that would be a pretty bad thing.

When Clayton himself was watching a dance performance at the Broken Wing Angel Club, he could vaguely feel the numb but unanimous reaction of the audience next to him.

If it is indeed due to the intervention of supernatural factors, then this method can be called the "hypnosis" hypothesis mentioned in psychological theory.

Of course, he had only heard of this word a little bit, and didn't understand the deeper principles at all.

"Besides these, what else have you discovered?"

"Do you think it's only been a few days?!" Sanders asked Clayton, his voice attracting the attention of others. .

Clayton raised his hands, he didn't want to argue with the dwarf at all:

"Then did you go to that club to watch the show?"

"Of course not, don't think of me as a fool! This is what you reminded me in your contract."

Although Sanders' service attitude was not good, the quality was guaranteed. Clayton nodded and asked him to leave first.

"Say hello to Bruno for me."

Then I ate the cake alone.

Clayton returned home and reorganized the clues.

He is looking for the Spider Priest of the Holy Grail Order, and the people of the Holy Grail Order are looking for Joe Mani.

He was not sure how insistent the Holy Grail would be in finding Joe, nor was he sure that the other party's only purpose in coming to Sasha City was to kill one person.

In other words, if Joe is not found, Clayton cannot be sure whether the people from the Holy Grail Club will stay to do other things or leave directly.

The current information is not enough to support him in inferring the other party's movement trajectory.

Although the Broken Wings Strip Club is still open, after so much time has passed, Clayton is inclined to believe that the Spider Priest is no longer in it and is just using it as a warehouse.

That might be a base she built, and she would push out hypnotized people when she needed to fight.

The club is open in the evening.

So if you plan to kill this place, it’s best to do it during the day.

If this place is solved in a way that will not be suspected, Spider Priest Rosa will definitely come back to check the situation and take away valuable things along the way.

Clayton drew a simple floor plan of the terrain around the club in his memory and looked at it carefully.

He wanted to attack with fire, and setting fire was the easiest way.

The club was in a backward area of ​​St. Alvin's Parish, with few people using electricity, and phosphorus and oil used for igniting fires were everywhere, so a fire would not arouse suspicion.

But then he vetoed that.

Because the buildings in this area are too dense and the roads are too narrow, every household stores fuel for lighting.

Once a fire breaks out, the fire will spread rapidly around the club, and it is difficult for fire trucks to rescue the fire through those complicated and twisted lanes. It is not impossible for the number of casualties to climb into three digits.

Although Clayton already regarded this as a war, he did not want to create a new disaster, so he could only veto it.

On another thought, he went over to monitor himself,

When the club staff return home, they may be arrested for intimidation and torture, and they may be able to get clues as to why the spider priests want to occupy this place.

Clayton doesn't believe Rosa runs such a place for the money.

He wanted to find out how she took over this place and how she planned to use it to obtain unknown benefits.

The werewolves must act immediately to stop the evil deeds of the Holy Grail Society.

Any later and he would be busy with work and his part-time job as a police officer.

His work efficiency in the past month was very low, and he didn't even have time to receive and send goods in person. Many goods sent from other places and even foreign countries were still stored in the warehouse of St. Alvin Parish.

That afternoon, Clayton personally went to the Broken Wing Angel Club to observe.

During the day, the place is quite deserted, with the main crowd of customers working.

There was a clammy feeling in the alley, as well as a fishy smell.

Because the residents in a building outside spilled the fish washing wastewater, and due to the natural law of water flowing downwards, it flowed here.

Clayton wrinkled his nose and watched the entrance to the club to see who might enter.

However, during this time period, he saw someone he had never imagined would be here.

It's Marietta.

Today she wore a camel skirt, a shirt of the same color on her upper body, a pair of round-toe shoes, and a canvas bag under her arm.

This is very civilian attire.

Marietta had no weapons on her waist, but her steps were square and square, and her height was about the same as that of an average man. She held her head high as if she were participating in a military parade, and it would be an insult to her to be even remotely feminine.

She walked into the alley quickly, without any hesitation in her steps, and seemed to be familiar with the road.

When Mary walked past Clayton, he was sure that the other party didn't recognize him and kicked the dirty water accumulated in the corner onto his pants.

Clayton's neck followed her as he watched her walk into the Broken Wings strip club.

The entrance looked suspicious, and there was a cheap poster of an unidentifiable woman posing next to it, so the option of Mary taking the wrong path could be ruled out.

He began to doubt his eyes.

Isn't this guy a Sheriff?

Even if the Sheriff is only part-time and she has other jobs during the day, it doesn't seem right to work here, right?

Or is it that she is actually working for the Holy Grail Society, so she comes here during the day?

If he was doing something for the Holy Grail Society, it would be reasonable to ask Bruno to follow him.

After all, he had just killed a monitor at that time.

But does Galeed know about this? He seems to be Mary's partner.

Clayton folded his arms and thought for a while by the wall in the alley, and decided to wait for her to come out later and then take her to a place where no one was around to ask slowly.

I hope Mary will not resist with force, then he will have to beat the woman.

It's a cruel thing to say, but beating Marietta was a consequence-free thing to do.

Even if he offended her, he would probably still be able to meet her openly at the Sheriff's Department after a while.

Clayton suddenly felt terrible as he thought about it.

Mary's eyes see everyone as Gelide, so can she still recognize her own family?

He planned to ask this question later.

There should be another chapter tonight