Werewolf hunting rules

"Galeed, is Miss Marietta mentally healthy?"

Clayton finally couldn't help but ask. This question had been bothering him for two days.

Ever since he taught the girl a lesson, she would wander the alleyways in that area every day, seemingly looking for him.

Clayton even suspected that she quit her job just to have time for herself during the day.

This frequent interruption made him pay attention to the smell in the wind every time to avoid meeting her on the road.

Before the fight he had thought it was okay because he thought Mary would forget about him in a blink of an eye.

But after discovering that Mary could kill a stranger (referring to himself) who was only slightly suspicious without any basis, he had to give this person a wide berth.

She was mentally overly sensitive, like someone who had just come off the battlefield.

This allowed her to quickly detect Clayton's lies, and also made her confrontational methods particularly fierce.

Considering that Galeed was her partner, Clayton thought he might be able to persuade Mary.

The werewolf was unwilling to use the most extreme method to deal with her. The training she received was exactly the same as him. Although she was young, the traces of long-term training were not fake. She must have been trained since childhood.

Apparently, Mary had a dad who was a cavalryman like him.

Maybe Clayton and her father still have feelings for each other.

Mary, on the other hand, is the only Sheriff who would spend her own money to find the truth in order to determine whether he intended to kill someone.

When he initially reported the crime, the sheriffs unanimously believed his testimony and did not even visit his home.

This belief made Clayton unable to accept it.

Because he should be suspected.

The very existence of morality and justice is trampled upon by something even hollower.

Only Marietta,

Her actions prove that there are still people who stand up for justice.

Clayton didn't want her to be like this.

However, the werewolf's anxiety cannot infect Galeed. No matter what big things happen outside, the archives will always be quiet.

Bookshelves are lined up in rows, and safes are piled high in the corner. Only the administrator here knows how to find them when he wants to find a specific file.

Galid leaned back comfortably in his seat and asked him nonchalantly.

"Of course she is different from ordinary people. Do you think you can just find a guy who can't recognize a human face to be my partner?"

"I thought it would be more convenient to find someone of the same kind."

"The same kind of people are not good enough. Those who can do things are in other important positions. The people assigned to the Public Security Department are all guys who are keen on violence. They are newborns who appeared sporadically in the past few months, and they don't like to take drugs that suppress their nature. , it makes a lot of noise when excited. Compared to them, I might as well find Marietta."

Clayton sensed something was wrong: "Fight? What did you tell her?"

"Plague, I told her that those strange-looking and aggressive newborns were actually infected with some kind of infectious disease from the colonies. Killing them would not expand the epidemic. She was very obedient and helped me kill people. It seems that because of her father’s last words, she always felt that maintaining law and order was her responsibility.”

"You guy!"

If she had been doing this kind of work for the past few months, Marietta's condition would be easier to explain.

She was literally always on the battlefield.

Clayton bared his teeth, but couldn't find anything to criticize.

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"The process is not important, as long as the result is correct." Galid spread his hands and expressed a view that Clayton also agreed with: "We have maintained the superficial peace of Sasha City. This is success."

"Speaking of which, she was indeed troubled not long ago. But because she asked me to help investigate your matter, she agreed to continue doing this work. However, I helped you with this matter, so you don't have to worry about her continuing to find a private detective to investigate you. "

Galeed slightly exaggerates the seriousness of the matter, hoping that Creighton will understand the importance of Mary working under him.

But Clayton felt that he was shirking responsibility.

In any case, finding a pure human being to do this is risky enough.

The werewolf said solemnly: "This has nothing to do with me. You have to conceal your identity for the members of the Presbyterian Church. This is your duty. Don't say it's for me. You'd better not let her continue to deal with the dark descendants. If she really finds out What will happen to our identities then?”

If you can believe any nonsense, Mary should trust Galeed quite a bit.

Galid, on the other hand, was willing to say anything to him.

Sensing Clayton's disdainful tone, Galid sat up straight and his expression became serious:

"Then if one day, everyone is aware of our existence, who do you think is more adaptable to that kind of life, and who is easier to survive? I'm not just using her."

Clayton was speechless.

He did ignore the fact that the Dark Moon was approaching.

If the number of dark descendants continues to increase, it is not impossible, and the probability is not low, to return to the ancient situation where monsters and humans hated and attacked each other.

"Have you explained your current differences to your family?" Galid asked him. "It's better to have an advantage than not knowing anything. It wouldn't be fun if you were shot dead by your family due to a misunderstanding after being forced to transform on a full moon night."

Clayton's mouth twitched, his heart beat faster, and he felt like he was suddenly awakened:

"I don't live with them and I don't want them to know that."

He has been alone for too long and has little thought of relying on his family.

Besides, Tritis is a former nun, so Donna must have been a very devout Christian under her education.

It's not a good idea for a family of believers to encounter a werewolf.

Although there is a certain probability that Donna is a werewolf, and Clayton has never seen her in person, after some thought, he firmly believes that his niece is still an ordinary person so far.

the reason is simple.

If it is discovered that Donna is a werewolf, Tritis should rush to Sasha City with a shotgun now to settle the score with the last person who thinks she is the Bello family.

That woman may not know whose bloodline the werewolves inherited, but she will never blame herself for the problem.

This is Clayton’s experience.

"Tell them, your family will accept your existence unconditionally. Even if you don't tell them, they will have to face it sooner or later. If possible, you should even bring them over and enjoy your last companionship. The lifespan of a shape-shifter is not long. Longer than average.”

Galeed lowered the back of his chair and lay down on it. His relaxed expression was somewhat similar to Marietta's, and he didn't know who was imitating whom.

"I will think about it."

Clayton still didn't give a definite answer.

His hometown of Batnu is a sparsely populated town with very inconvenient transportation, but the neighbors are harmonious and everyone can be self-sufficient.

Tritis and Donna may not be any less safe there than here.

And he still didn't trust the Presbyterian Church.

It would be bad if we persuaded them to come over and were harassed by the Presbyterian Church instead.

Clayton walked out of the filing room and went down to the waiting room on the first floor.

The main purpose of his coming today was not to complain to Galid, but to atone for what he had done.

As promised, Viva, the widow of the "living dead" he killed, will come today.

He was ready for the blame.

The General Security Department is not completely under the control of the Presbyterian Church and has its own rules.

So if you want to see Viva, you can only make an appointment here, and someone must be present to watch.

This is to prevent the negligent murderer from losing control of his emotions again and causing murder.

Tonight will be a full moon night, and the werewolf is at risk of going berserk. Clayton has taken inhibitory drugs in advance. He doesn't want to tear anyone to pieces in public.

Viva did not specify a specific time to meet in the evening. Clayton would wait for her, maybe until ten o'clock in the evening.

But around six o'clock, a skinny woman wearing trousers walked in accompanied by a strange police officer.

"That's Viva," the Sheriff said.

"If you don't mind, I'll leave first." He asked Clayton for his opinion. It was time for most people to eat, and no one wanted to sit here and waste time.

Clayton had no problem with that, he just looked at Viva.

This poor woman, her sorrow has aged her.

Under the light of the candle on the table, every wrinkle became deeper, and she looked like the mother of the deceased.

Even though she wore more clothes because of the lower temperature, she still looked very thin.

Clayton thought that since she came so early, she obviously didn't have a proper job and there were no children at home to take care of. Otherwise, she would be cooking at the moment.

Viva sat down, and there was a long silence.

Clayton spoke first: "I'm sorry for killing your husband. If you are short of money in your life, I can provide some financial assistance. If you have a child, I will pay his tuition until he is no longer study."

While talking, he handed over his business card at the same time to signal the other party so that she would know where to go and whom to ask for money.

"Is this what you want to say?"

The woman's voice was cold, almost toneless, and she never looked at Clayton's face, so she couldn't tell whether she was too calm or too nervous.

"Yes, this is the compensation within my ability." Clayton told her sincerely.

"Is it atonement?"

"It's my apology for my mistakes."