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In fact, there is another thing that Clayton finds suspicious, and that is that Moore knows that he is a Presbyterian.

He had only recently joined the Presbyterian Church and had few contacts.

When I met Moore, he didn't have the green handkerchief on him that could prove his membership status.

Anyone who knows his membership status has either seen him in person or looked through his files, which are under the control of Galid.

But Galid is a ghost, and that type is considered strange among the cursed.

Ghosts rely on mastering the secrets of living people to improve themselves. The more secrets they know, the more powerful they become. However, their "power" lies in the fact that they cannot interfere, but they will also lose the ability to interfere with others, and telling the secrets of living people will weaken them. them.

The Holy Grail Society was originally a secret organization.

Clayton planned to observe again to see who was secretly paying attention to him.

The notary office of the General Public Security Bureau is on the first floor.

The notary office is a special place, and the purpose of work here is to show justice.

Record the amount of each party's assets for both parties in the marriage so that they can be properly divided in the event of divorce. Record the inheritance of a young child who lost his parents unexpectedly to prevent the new guardian from secretly spending money before fulfilling his duties. Determine the losses for those who have suffered special injuries, so that insurance companies can compensate according to the regulations. There are also services such as custody of IOUs and testimony.

The staff here are all capable professional witnesses. Even if the reputation of the Sheriff has reached its lowest point, the impression they leave on the outside world is that they are morally sound and of high character.

Therefore, both the church and the military agreed to leave the body at the notary office to prevent anyone from secretly tampering with the body.

The clerk at the door saw Clayton and asked him why he was here. After receiving a positive reply, he was as excited as if he had been given a second life. He rushed backstage and Clayton could clearly hear him shouting to his colleagues.

"Thank God, they are all here! Take the body away quickly!"

Even a professional witness cannot bear to face a corpse that will continue to decay every day.

Clayton took off his hat, rubbed his hair and put it back on. He walked to the door and looked inside, and saw a body covered with white cloth and lying on a stretcher.

The three people I saw at the Pulitzer Mansion some time ago were supposed to be sitting on the bench, but now they all stood up, looking confused.

Opposite them were two people, an old man and a young man. The old man had a Mediterranean hairstyle, a hooked nose, and deep wrinkles. The young man is ordinary and has no characteristics. He is wearing a black priest's robe, but he looks like a ruthless character. He is praying silently while holding the cross pendant on his chest.

Sitting next to them were two helpers in short shirts. When they heard that everyone had gathered, they immediately squatted down to lift the body.

Clayton raised his hand to stop them: "Wait a minute, I have to check the body again."

"You have to check it every time you send someone out?"

The staff urged him, hoping that the body would be removed from the workplace as soon as possible.

Although the weather is cold now, the corpse already smells a little bit.

"At least I want to check it once," Clayton told the notary clerks, his eyes silencing them.

The helper stepped away a few steps to let him get closer.

Clayton walked to the body, knelt down and lifted up the white cloth. The scene underneath was a little different than his experience.

The skin of the corpse is no different from that of people who died in this season. It is still tight on the flesh, and there is still a bit of red underneath. This can easily make people think that this is a healthy blood color, and thus misjudge that it is "still alive". .

People who die when the weather is cold are like this. There is no visible rot on the surface, but it slowly dries up.

Lieutenant Charles of the Salvation Army would not be an exception.

What's unusual is its head.

Clayton remembered that he found Charles' head in the basement of the Notre Dame ruins, which means that the body should be headless.

But at this moment, there was clearly the head of Lieutenant Charles on the corpse, but the mouth and nose were crooked, the muscles on the outside looked like melted wax, and the inside was deformed as if there were no bones.

If it was still full, it might still be a spider priest in disguise, but now

There's certainly not much that can be carried in a torn pocket.

"Has its face been like this before?"

He pointed to the corpse and asked the clerk at the notary office.

A staff member nodded: "Of course, we watched it slowly become like this. It was really unbearable, so we covered it with a white cloth."

Clayton looked at the three men assigned to him by Gronje again: "It was like this when you came?"

Julius put his hands in his coat full of pockets and didn't really want to answer his question, but he was the first to speak under Clayton's stern gaze.

"I don't know, maybe."

He still remembered Creighton's pounce, because he hadn't had time to cast the spell, and he was still worried about the outcome of the victory or defeat.

The strange cursed man wrapped himself in a pure white coat, hat, glasses and mask, and his answers were short and brisk.

"That's right."

The beautiful Semitic woman I had seen in the waiting room was still wearing the same dress as that time. She was still biting her thumb. The blood stains on it were caked and then new ones flowed out. Her eyes were no longer greedy, except for the dense bloodshot eyes. There was just emptiness and pain, and it looked so pathetic.

She answered Clayton vaguely: "I didn't look."

Clayton's nose twitched: "Madam, do you use Silito or Ori?"

The woman's eyes finally regained some color, and she was slightly surprised: "Silito, the doctor recommends this."

"Then I recommend Ori. My experience is that although its effect is not that fast, the benefits are not that exciting and it can make people gradually get better."

"What are you talking about?" Julius asked, tilting his ears.

"Tranquilizer," Clayton said.

At the end of the war, his spirit became sensitive and fragile due to the torture, and he took a lot of medicine for this.

He didn't shy away from this, and Julius quickly lost interest in the answer.

Clayton covered the body with white cloth again and stood up: "Okay, let's get down to business. Will you keep this body under your guard?"

The cursed person gave a negative answer: "No, we just came today."

"Has Galeed been here before?" he asked the clerk.

The clerk asked back: "Galeed from the archives?"

"Yes."

"He never came."

Clayton sighed, he knew it.

Although Galid is an important member of the Presbyterian Church in the General Security Bureau, his responsibilities do not include this. He is only responsible for helping dark people conceal their identities and criminal records, and occasionally helping to contact the elders.

Clayton did show him the real head of Lieutenant Charles, but he never once looked at the body of Charles that was supposed to be headless at the notary office. No one else knew where the real head was. , which leads to the fact that no one has discovered that Charles here should not have a second head.

The body was tampered with before it was sent to the notary office, so there was no need to fight for an autopsy.

"Then who was responsible for guarding the body before?"

The clerk spoke a string of unknown names, among which was Marietta.

Clayton was fortunate to still have Marietta. She was close to Galeed and had seen a lot of strange things. There was no need to be secretive about some supernatural issues.

But he had just come out of the archives room, and he was sure that those two people would not have time to answer questions now, so he turned his attention to his three new subordinates.

"The body cannot be transported yet. I have some questions to ask the original administrator. As for you, please introduce yourselves to me now."

"Barbara," the little woman said, and then, before Clayton could react, "It's a vampire."

The air suddenly became silent.

Not only Clayton, but also the Cursed Man and Julius were stunned and looked at her blankly.

This is a public place, and there are outsiders here.

Clayton swore he just wanted to ask her name and had forgotten that people who take sedatives can become unconscious.

Only then did Barbara realize that this seemed like something she shouldn't say, and she reached out to cover her mouth.

Clayton's heart was in turmoil, but in reality he just nodded: "Very good, Mrs. Barbara, remember to take the medicine and increase the dose when you go back."

The staff, who were attracted by Barbara's serious look and strange behavior at first, suddenly woke up and burst into laughter when they heard Clayton's words.

Also, how could there be vampires in the world?

It is common sense for a psychopath to think that he is a vampire.

But it was bizarre to have a mentally ill woman as Sheriff, and they thought Marietta was unique.

The old man and the young man sent by the church did not smile. They looked at the people in the Presbyterian Church indifferently.

"Folundin," said the Cursed One.

"Julius."