Werewolf hunting rules

Clayton's stomach cramped.

His hair stood on end when he realized that the woman those people were discussing might be him.

No one in his life looked at him that way.

The werewolf touched the ears on the top of his head and the protruding muzzle twice to make sure that his head had not returned to human form. After calming down and thinking about it, he confirmed that with his original appearance, it was impossible to be mistaken for a woman. After all, there were Such a big beard is placed next to the lips.

Then the only explanation can only be that magic affected the eyes of those viewers, making them see a werewolf about the size of a horse as a beauty.

He flipped through the notebook again and again, but still couldn't find which step was working.

All the steps were normal Baijia rituals, but he had not heard of any priest who could make a man look like a woman.

He was a little unsure whether he should leave next.

Perhaps more research is needed.

It is worth noting that the "purification" ritual steps written in the notes do not clearly indicate the end. Perhaps "opening the door for business" is also part of the ritual.

In folklore of witchcraft, many of the ways in which witchcraft works require sincere emotion.

Just the fact that Clayton had heard about the curse that could be lifted with true love was enough for two battalions.

Athena hypnotized so many people to come to the club repeatedly to watch the performance, and it obviously had a similar deep meaning. This seemed to be an effective way.

But Clayton held his nose and hesitated.

This is a strip club, and he won't copy the way things work here!

He neither can nor wants to.

He regained his human form and put on his clothes.

And within this short period of time, urging sounds came from outside the curtain.

The audience can't wait.

He finally made up his mind and cleared all the debris from the stage backstage. Then pull one side of the curtain to the end, exposing yourself to the public at the same time, then turn around and pull the other side to the end.

Whistles came from the audience, and at the same time a few coins flew over and hit him at his feet.

Along with the coins, someone screamed: "Celebrate innocence!"

Now Clayton was completely sure of the level of his image, and he even understood why they were excited.

He is now wearing a coat and trousers, and wearing trousers for women is undoubtedly a debauched behavior in the kingdom's culture.

He stood in the center of the stage and coughed slightly, but the echo was completely a girl's voice.

Clayton was completely relieved.

In that wonderful magic, his beard may also be misinterpreted as long, silky hair.

Since no one could recognize him, he felt more at ease.

Just as he was thinking this, the curtain at the entrance to the club in the distance was lifted again, and a tall and thin figure walked in. He found a seat to sit down with familiarity and ease, and joined the backlit black figures in the audience.

He is Bruno.

After seeing Bruno, Clayton's breathing stagnated, and the relaxation he had just felt revived.

Familiar, why are they acquaintances? !

Has the detective lost his job recently and still has time to relax in a strip club?

"Hurry up!"

The audience in the back row began to rush. They seemed to have found this place randomly, so there were not many people, only about a dozen. But because the hypnotized audience did not speak, they instead took up all the right to speak on the field.

"Business is closed today." Clayton took back his thoughts and announced on behalf of the dancers.

There was no way he could test the ritual issue tonight, because even if he could put aside his dignity, there was still a limit to what a person could do.

At least he couldn't dance and play an instrument at the same time.

If he hadn't wanted to test whether the collective anger could work against the ritual, he would have sneaked away.

The audience was indeed angry.

"I invested the money!"

“If you don’t perform, what doors will open?”

"Those who have invested money can come up and pick it up themselves." Clayton said that he did not feel the change, perhaps because the power of anger was not enough.

Immediately, three men rushed to the stage to pick up their own money, and then started arguing because someone else had picked up too much of their own money.

Even though they were close at hand, they couldn't see Clayton's true face.

"Take your money and get out of here."

Creighton added fuel to the fire. He saw the few uncontrolled free spectators showing expressions of contempt, anger and even surprise, as if they couldn't believe a bitch (from their perspective, Creighton was still The woman who works at the club) dares to talk to them like that.

It was an unkind statement, and as of now, no other members of the club had shown up, leaving only a lone woman on stage.

The offended men began to approach "her", trying to use their body and strength to intimidate her and win back her respect.

Bruno sat in his seat, focusing on the conflict on the stage, neither stopping nor leaving, with a calm expression.

He obviously came with a mission.

Clayton noticed this out of the corner of his eye, but he didn't have time to think about the great detective's thoughts for the time being.

Looking at the expressions of the audience and the man approaching him on the stage, he was sure that the anger of this group of people was not scarce, but the feeling brought about by the ceremony remained unchanged, indicating that anger may not be among the necessary materials for the ceremony. , he decided it was time for a change of mood.

"You made a mistake. I'm not a singing girl. I'm a burglary."

Against the illusion of the beautiful woman, the lieutenant made the above announcement, then pulled out the revolver from his waist and fired a shot at the soft plaster wall next to him.

The gunshots were deafening in the semi-enclosed space of the theater.

This bullet shocked the men approaching him, not only that, but also made everyone wake up.

Even those who fell into a hypnotic state shouted after a brief daze and followed the others running towards the exit.

Because the total number of people who came today was too small, the risk of a stampede was avoided.

Creighton noticed that at Bruno's position, his men had disappeared, but Creighton did not see him leave.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

He is now more focused on the mysterious connection he feels during the ritual.

Just after the gunshot, the connection from the sky became clearer and clearer, and the audience's "desire to survive" injected into the ceremony continued.

Clayton closed his eyes on the stage, lowered his hands naturally, and faced the sky.

He could almost feel his soul rising.

The most holy thing is observing the world. It is observing up and down in all directions at the same time. It can see without eyes, hear without ears, and touch without body.

His range of perception includes almost the entire underground theater.

He could figure out the answer to the number of seats, the location of the damage, the distance between them and the height difference in an instant.

There is also Bruno hiding between the seats. The detective is taking out his gun, crouching down and trying to get around to the side of the stage through the cover of the chair back, preparing to subdue the "gangster".

Clayton opened his eyes suddenly and raised his gun one step ahead to aim at where Bruno was about to show his head.

"come out!"

Bruno, who had a gun pointed at his head as soon as he showed his head, had no choice but to stand up and throw his flintlock pistol to the ground.

"We can talk, ma'am, violence is not beautiful at all." The big detective shook his head and said, completely unaware that the person in front of him was an acquaintance.

Hearing this title, Creighton sneered and approached him, dragging him onto the stage with strength that Bruno could not understand.

"That's good, I think so too."

This place is considered remote in St. Alvin Parish, and he still has at least ten minutes to deal with the matter here before the Sheriff arrives.

Although he temporarily had extraordinary vision, this perspective was only superficial.

An observant and experienced detective can be of great help in his quest.