Werewolf hunting rules

After handing the completed letter to Charlotte, Clayton left Donna in the store and went to the Sheriff's Office alone to learn about the current situation in Sasha City.

Before today, he had never seen such an empty Sheriff's Office.

In the lobby, there were only two sheriffs besides the receptionist, and they had to stand guard here to maintain order.

From time to time, ordinary people would come to report the case, but it was always unresolved because all the sheriffs who could be active during the day were now busy patrolling.

He asked a guy on guard and got a clearer idea of ​​what had happened during this period.

Because of the policy of abolishing sheriffs, the public security level in Sasha City has almost fallen to the bottom compared to a month ago.

Although the new policy approved by both the upper and lower houses clearly stated that these guards can still work for another month, many sheriffs have resigned angrily because of the new policy, and the number of people willing to stay in the Sheriff's Office for the final work is less than half of the original.

Then, I don’t know if criminals also have their own festivals, but some parishes suddenly broke out in turmoil at the same time. Because of the reduction of sheriffs, many gang members in other parishes who were originally timid also responded. In order to deal with them, the army even raised an airship that had not been used for a long time, and blocked the streets around the city center to restrict traffic.

The army’s actions were so powerful that these criminals did not dare to fight them during the day, so they rioted at night. Gunfights broke out for several consecutive nights, and several sheriffs died unfortunately.

Such frequent sacrifices made people panic, and some sheriffs decided to leave, so the General Security Office became the scene in front of Clayton.

The sheriff still remembered Clayton, so after answering the questions, he asked Clayton if he wanted to come back to help. Considering that he had too many things to do recently, Clayton could only sigh and refuse him.

Next, Clayton went upstairs and found Gayleed in the archives room.

The hustle and bustle downstairs seemed to be isolated from the archives. This ghost whose face could not be seen was sitting on a recliner, leisurely sipping tea, and spoke in a leisurely tone: "I heard that you and Mr. Julius went to adventure in Wonderland."

"I went, but he didn't." Clayton sat down: "Why, is this a formal inquiry?"

"No, just curious."

Galeed slowly sat up, his expression gradually became serious - Clayton couldn't see it, he just felt that way.

"I have to thank you for bringing Mary back. Here is a small gift for you. I bought it at the department store last night."

He picked up a long box from the side and handed it to Clayton. The latter did not hesitate and opened the gift box on the spot. A pair of glasses was lying inside, with black lenses.

"A pair of sunglasses?" Clayton asked in surprise.

Galeed pointed to his eyes and said: "I think you can use it."

The werewolf then remembered that his yellow eyes were no longer easy to ignore, and he really needed such a thing to cover them.

The price of the sunglasses was nothing to Clayton, but he still accepted it happily.

"Good stuff." He praised, "But I'm not here for a reward this time. When will the elders agree to let me visit? Or will they take the initiative to send someone to find me and ask about the fairyland?"

"At least a week later."

Gailed lit a cigarette for himself, and his face, which was already unclear, became even more hazy.

"The people who can arrange for you and are willing to investigate the fairyland are now counting votes in the city center and the diocesan bishop, so you can relax these days. Don't worry, if the elders want to find you, it will definitely not be for the fairyland - they don't like the fairyland, and the water girl you sent is more suitable for investigating the fairyland than you."

This relieved Clayton's pressure a little.

Seeing Gailed smoking, he also took out his pocket, remembered that he hadn't brought cigarettes for a long time, and put down his hand angrily.

"I came here for another purpose. I have something to check."

Gallid looked at the door subconsciously, but then remembered the recent changes and waved his hand expressionlessly.

"Do it yourself, just don't take it away."

Clayton walked to a parish classified filing cabinet, counted the name tags up and down, and finally pulled out a drawer from it and started to search.

That was an area of ​​St. Benilde's Parish.

"Not many people go there, but you'd better not do it there, and don't hide the body there. There is a school nearby." Gallid reminded him. His past as a biology teacher made him still respect the school.

"That's what I'm looking for." Clayton didn't look up.

Schools like to be built in parishes because the land there is cheap. In addition, there is the advantage that they are not easily disturbed by drunkards, and thieves seeking money usually don't target schools.

But there are disadvantages. If someone is injured, it will take more time to rush to the hospital.

He searched for criminal records near Xinjiani Women's College, and the results made him smile more on his face-basically none.

After the move was done, he could go and inspect the place.

There were rental ads in the newspapers before, and he remembered a few of them. There was an empty house in St. Benilde Parish.

The next day.

Donna watched the porters coming in and out of the door. They carried all kinds of strange ornaments and books and loaded them onto the carriage outside. She watched these things pile up outside, and she felt reluctant to leave.

Even though she didn't stay here long, she actually had an impression of this place very early on.

Every letter Creighton sent to Butnu was addressed, and it appeared on the letter for more than two years.

"Are we really going to move away?"

"Yes, we're leaving today." Clayton stood by the carriage, took out his pocket watch, took a look at it, and answered her firmly.

Yesterday afternoon he spent time doing a lot of things. In addition to going to the Sheriff's Department to look for school information, he also went to a paid bathhouse to clean himself, looked for a house in St. Benilde's parish, hired a servant, advertised in the newspaper, and... Go to the car dealership to pay for the horse that Donna took away.

The busy work has added some fun to his heart, and he now truly feels that his life is getting better.

"Clayton, you know, I thought you were married before I came here." Donna suddenly said: "When I knocked on the door, I expected to see a beautiful woman and a cute child here."

"Then I've let you down."

Clayton was neither a beauty nor a child.

"Why do you think so?"

"Because Wu Lun got married very early." Donna said matter-of-factly.

Clayton's eyes wandered, his curiosity died, and he began to regret broaching the subject.

"I was busy with my career and had no time to fall in love. At that time, I wanted to be an apprentice under a master sculptor, so I worked hard to practice my carving skills every day."

"Oh." Donna understood.

But this is not the case, but it is related to Ulen.

For Clayton, as long as a woman makes him feel excited, he is still willing to pursue her even if she is not that good-looking, is married, has two or three lovers at the same time, or is even a prostitute.

There is one exception.

That is, this woman likes his brother.

And this exceptional condition is almost everywhere in Batnu. All the girls in Batnu like Ulen. Before Ulen got married, they even begged their fathers to arrange their marriages later. As a result, Batnu was young during that time. The average age of marriage has been pushed back by one year.

Clayton had indeed fallen in love with a girl from his hometown, but no matter how informal he was, he could never accept his wife staring at his brother with adoring eyes all day long.

The call to finish work rang.

While they were talking, the workers had loaded all the things onto the carriage, and then left in twos and threes humming a song.

Donna looked like she wanted to ask a question, but Clayton ignored her and instead spoke to the coachmen carrying the goods. They quickly set off towards the other end of the street.

After they all set off, Clayton opened the door of the carriage behind him.

"Okay, let's get in the car too."

The wheels turned, gradually moving away from the old house on Marlin Street.

Along the way, Donna wanted to ask questions, but Clayton blocked all questions with his snoring.

When they arrived at their new home in St. Benilde Parish, two servants wearing white shirts and black vests were already waiting at the door. One helped the workers move the goods into the front hall, and the other was responsible for guiding Bello's uncle and nephew.

As soon as Donna saw the gorgeous courtyard, she immediately forgot all her questions. She jumped out of the car with a smile on her face, ignored the servant's guidance, and walked straight through the black arched door and ran to the fountain stone platform in the front courtyard, bent down and tried to drink water,

Clayton moved extremely slowly. He followed Donna and looked at the fancy black wrought iron railings at the door and the exquisite animal-shaped stone sculptures hidden in the green path of the vestibule. He felt less joy than he expected. More of a feeling of bewilderment.

This new house has only two floors, but it is very wide. In addition to the two halls, there are 14 rooms. The outdoor grounds include two gardens, the front yard and the back yard, as well as stables, gatehouses and other facilities.

Although there are such favorable conditions, this is a suburb, and the price is much lower than in the city center. You can rent it for five years for 1,500 pounds. The interior decoration is neatly equipped, exquisite and gorgeous. The rental contract was signed yesterday. Today Just move in.

They walked through the vestibule and into the house, which was spacious enough that the luggage they had brought from Marlin Street occupied only a corner of the vestibule.

Noticing this gap, Clayton almost doubted what kind of life he had lived before.

Donna spun around happily, her skirt blooming like flowers.

Clayton still couldn't cheer up. He had been here yesterday. He was very satisfied at the time. He almost decided to sign the contract after reading it without making any further choices. At this moment, he suddenly lost that sense of satisfaction in his heart.

It was such a waste that Donna was going to school soon and he was alone in such a big house.

Noticing his state, Donna stopped her restless legs.

"What's wrong, Clayton, aren't you happy?" Although she was caring about Clayton, Donna looked around excitedly at the same time, with a high air. People who didn't know might think it was the house she rented with money, and then invited Clayton to Come as a guest.

Clayton shook his head silently.

He wasn't upset, he just calmed down after spending a large amount of money.

A well-mannered man who looked to be in his forties came from behind and saluted them.

This is Harrington, the housekeeper hired by the previous tenant from the housekeeping company. He has light blond hair and looks very elegant, so after the previous tenant left, the landlord continued to hire him as the housekeeper here. Clayton also had no intention of hiring another butler.

He first reported to Clayton about the servants' arrival today, and then asked them to choose a room to be used as a bedroom.

Clayton accepted the master's identity calmly, raised his chin and looked at Donna: "Okay, go pick a room you like, it will be your bedroom in the future."

Donna seemed to think of something and suddenly calmed down.

"Clayton, you choose first."

Clayton picked a room at random, and Butler Harrington took the key from the key chain on his waist and handed it to him.

Donna immediately chose a neighboring room, and Harrington also gave her the key.

"The room will be ready soon."

The butler saluted again, then turned and walked towards the servants. When he turned around, he revealed another key on his waist.

Donna's eyes widened and she took two steps forward: "Wait, what's on your left waist?"

The butler turned around and answered respectfully: "This is the spare key for all rooms."

"Give me the spare key to my room, I'll keep it myself." The witch reached out to grab the key without question, and her uncle raised his hand and grabbed her back at the same time.

"She lived in the countryside before, and she was not used to giving the key of her room to others for safekeeping."

Clayton stretched out his other hand.

Harrington nodded suddenly and handed him the spare key obediently.

After Harrington left, Clayton frowned and looked at Donna: "Too rude, what did Cuitisi teach you? It is his duty to keep the key. It is equivalent to accusing him of not being a responsible person to say so."

Donna didn't believe him. "But I just want the key back."

"The spare key is used for spare. If you carry all the keys with you, its meaning will not exist." Clayton handed the key over, but Donna didn't take it. He asked her curiously: "Don't you want the key?"

The little witch shook her head: "I just don't want the key to be in someone else's hands. I need my room to be completely closed."

"Are you going to do something bad?" Clayton became alert. He shouldn't have worried about Donna, but her enthusiasm for the killer business planted the seeds of doubt in his heart.

A fully enclosed room is of course also a venue required for many rituals, and is very suitable for playing witchcraft.

Donna didn't like his questioning: "What bad intentions can I have?"

"Maybe you will lurk in other people's dreams to play tricks, just to see if their life resume is innocent through dreams."

Clayton seriously made a guess, Donna took a breath and put her hands on her hips: "I won't do such a stupid thing! I'm not a child anymore!"

"Yeah." Clayton looked at her kindly.

Donna shook her head in a sigh, turned around and strode towards the front hall, where their luggage was piled.

"I'll go let Clara out."

"Go." Clayton looked at her back: "We'll discuss your schedule later."

Donna's figure staggered and escaped from Clayton's sight at an accelerated speed.