Werewolf hunting rules

Clayton Bello no longer cares what kind of animal meat he eats in his mouth. Since any meat has appeared in his mouth, he can swallow it without any psychological burden.

Now that the relationship has reached the point where Clayton needs to bite, he no longer needs to let his sense of morality constrain him.

He has killed many people, and many others have also killed others. Humans even specially train people to kill people, and they regard killing people as something worthy of showing off. When a person dies, the world belonging to the deceased is destroyed. Why should he be criticized for this behavior that is impossible to hurt others? Is biting a dead person more cruel than turning a living person into a dead person?

Clayton didn't think so. What he was worried about now was actually how to answer this question.

The truth may damage this friendship, but it is also very inappropriate to use lies to deal with it. Norris has been through a lot, and Clayton thinks it will not be easy for him to hide it from him.

Telling lies and having them exposed is much more serious than telling the truth.

This concern disappeared by their second meeting.

After being "resurrected", Norris is much more talkative than before. Even if Clayton is not good at communicating emotional issues with others, it can be seen at this moment that there is unusual distress in his heart.

His old comrade-in-arms Clayton Bello seemed to be the only person he could communicate with on an equal footing in this house. As for the others, they were just another creature with whom he could not share the same thoughts, even the valet who admired him. They are boring strangers whose existence cannot leave any trace in Norris's heart.

When Creighton met with him again today, neither man mentioned yesterday's last question.

"Did you know? I wanted to catch up with you in secret. When I was searching, I found out that after my death, the army was split and reorganized again. A friend in the army who loved money helped me. I was busy, but I only found those dead people in the roster. I made a mistake in saying that all the people who were still alive were missing. They shouldn’t be called missing. It’s just that I couldn’t find them anymore. They were unknown and disappeared into the vast sea of ​​people. "

"You are the only one who is still serving in the army, but your location is too far away. When I set out to find you, you also ended your contract with the army, left Yaxin, and disappeared like them."

Norris stood next to Clayton and took a sip from his pipe. The sad smoke covered his face. Under the sunlight coming from the floor-to-ceiling windows on one side of the corridor, this scene seemed to form a new oil painting—— Just like the one Clayton was looking at.

They were still in the same house, but the corridor was so long that they could have arranged a private gallery, which they did.

Norris said with emotion to the wall covered with paintings: "After experiencing the suffering on the battlefield, the vast majority of people return home and become unknown people. What a pity!"

"At least we are alive, and even living well." Clayton said, standing with his hands behind his back. Norris's puffing of smoke did not disturb him from observing the famous paintings depicting maids and machines.

"How do you feel?" Norris asked.

Clayton shook his head: "It's all fake."

Norris opened the corners of his mouth and laughed happily, as if he had never been so happy. Even the pipe in his hand seemed to make a "dong-dong-dong" sound when it smoked.

Clayton didn't laugh along, he turned his head: "Norris, I'm not a fool. I can see that there are some very dull things in your heart. If you don't mind, I hope you don't endure it alone."

Norris, who was fully awake, seemed to have a kind of fire burning in his eyes. This was not a look that a calm person could have.

Norris's laughter gradually died down, and he admitted Clayton's guess: "Oh, you are right, there are indeed some things that make me uncomfortable, but it makes me a little embarrassed to say it out."

"Clayton, what do you think of this house?" he asked suddenly.

"It's very good. The style is similar to my home, and the location and materials are even better. However, I'm not in the real estate business, so I can't estimate its price," Clayton said.

"This kind of house is not cheap. Even if it is just the same style, ordinary people can't afford it." Norris looked at him with relief. "It seems you're doing well too."

"Just a little business."

"Isn't it like the life you had before? I remember you managing farms and ranches."

When he said this, Clayton suddenly lost his temper.

"It's completely different. Believe me, farming and managing livestock are much more interesting than this. Arranging rotational farming and cultivating improved seeds also involve scientific thinking. When it comes to farming, I can say that I do it better than anyone else, even I can still be called an agriculturist if I make a breakthrough, but doing business is not a good or bad thing at all. I am always just doing one thing - moving things here, moving things there, it's best to be like that. - Be accurate based on available information.”

Norris couldn't help but laugh: "It's true, I often feel boring."

"No matter how big a business is, it's just about making money. But when the amount of money exceeds what people need, the subsequent increase in the amount is completely meaningless. We are not making money for ourselves, but making money for others. According to economics In the words of scientists, maintaining this stage is our obligation to society.”

It is common sense in the current society that the rich will waste money when they earn more than they can spend.

They want to buy things they don't need, spend a lot of money on luxury goods, and do charity, so that the money in their hands can flow to the poor, and the poor can consume and buy the goods of the rich. In order to make goods and make more money, the rich have to hire more workers, which forms a cycle and is the ideal model for the operation of society.

Current economic theory believes that only in this way can it be the healthiest.

"Sometimes I really want to throw everything away and start over in another place." Clayton sighed in front of a wall of fake oil paintings: "Maybe this is just a personal quirk. I miss those days of careful calculation every day, and even miss the feeling of the battlefield. At that time, I still had goals."

"Don't you have it now? Don't you want to be a sculptor?"

"Do you still remember this?" Clayton asked in surprise, but then he smiled and shook his head, turned and walked to the end of the corridor.

Just walk around this house-this is Norris's original words, because walking helps to soothe emotions and make people honest, and for some reason he doesn't want to go out with Clayton. In order to keep the content of the conversation confidential, the host has asked everyone to leave the house.

"Being a sculptor is indeed my wish, but this is because I could imagine a lot of beautiful things in the past, and I hope to share these things. After the war, I closed my eyes, and my heart was full of dark thoughts and bloody scenes. I have lost the ability to create beauty."

Norris raised his head behind him and followed him up the stairs: "But now you have gained the ability to create ugliness."

"Who needs ugliness?"

"People who enjoy beauty enough."

Clayton didn't believe him: "I will always enjoy beauty."

"Never say forever."

Clayton has no idea what Norris is doing after faking his death, but he is sure that this guy has secretly gone to school. The original Norris couldn't say these words.

"Maybe I will change in the future, but I know what kind of person I am now." He told Norris.

This is just a closing remark to end the current topic, but Norris suddenly became interested and planned to investigate it in detail.

"Then please tell me, what kind of person are you?"

Clayton stopped at the stairs, took a breath, turned around and looked at Norris on the stairs: "I have a small conscience, I don't feel ashamed easily, I am irritable, and I often hold hatred in my heart, but I am generous. It's easy for me not to offend. I respect whoever respects me. I think I am loyal to my duties. When a job falls on me, even if I don't like it, I will definitely complete it. And my hobbies are not unique, basically the same as the general public."

"How?"

He finished.

Norris stood on the steps and applauded him, his face full of admiration: "Perfect! I have to say that you are simply a natural aristocrat. This country needs people like you!"

"I can see it, Norris, you must have made a fortune by satirizing others now, no wonder you don't like to show up." Clayton shook his head and turned to continue walking.

"Haha, that won't hurt me. I actually hope to be able to do this."

Norris followed Clayton leisurely. He was in his own home, but he looked around curiously as if it was his first time.

And when Clayton's sight lingered on something, he would also look over.

Clayton soon found another place suitable for a short rest. He stopped in front of a window in the corridor on the second floor. Norris also stopped and looked out the window with him.

At this moment, the window frame became a picture frame. The sky as the background was like the deepest pigment. The morning of this industrial city solidified and condensed on this canvas.

From their perspective, the miniature industrial machinery in the distance and the rising black smoke seemed like a group of steel beasts that only existed in myths and fantasies. They lived in groups and could exert unimaginable power to change everything in the world just by swallowing charcoal and whale oil. Countless high-rise buildings were built because of them, and the crowds were as small as ants under their feet.

This scene suddenly made Wei'aodi, the sinful city, burst out with a huge amount of ambition and vitality.

Norris narrowed his eyes, as if he was watching the sunrise for the first time in his life.

Maybe a few seconds or minutes later, Clayton said: "Maybe you are in the mood to talk about your difficulties now."

Norris' eyes were still looking out the window greedily: "Before talking about this, I want to know what kind of person I was in your eyes before?"

"Are you waiting for me to praise you?" Clayton shook his head helplessly, but still told the truth: "A reliable person. Without you, we would have died at least twice more. And you have mastered many skills. When we chatted privately, we all felt that you would definitely seize the opportunity to succeed in the future. Now it seems that you have achieved this "future." "

After getting affirmation, Norris sighed deeply.

"That's the problem. The huge wealth I have now has nothing to do with me."

"I know that when we talked in the past, you concluded that I would succeed because of my skills, noble sentiments and rich resume. I also think this is a fact. But it's not."

He turned around and leaned against the window frame. The window was open, and Clayton could let him fall down as long as he stretched out his hand.

"From being poor to being rich, the difference is only due to an idea of ​​my dead father. It has nothing to do with who I am. It would be the same for anyone else."

Norris raised his right hand, with his thumb and index finger almost pinched together.

Alexander Eleven stood across the street from the church.

He was a very devout believer, but he had not come to church for worship for a long time.

During worship time, he would come, but he would not go in. He would only watch and listen to the sacred chants from ancient scriptures inside, as well as the clergy's admonitions and guidance to the believers at the door, just like now.

Until this event was over and the believers left the church with smiles on their faces, he still stood there.

A familiar priest saw him across the street and smiled at him. He nodded, but did not go over. This abnormal behavior was seen by another person.

"Hey, we had tea together last time - what do you think of this opening?" Fifty yards behind Alexander, Julius, who completely hid his green hair in a tall hat, asked the potted plant in his hand.