Werewolf hunting rules

Creighton tried to understand Bruno: "You mean a certain board on the stage was replaced?"

"Your understanding is slightly off. To be precise, the stage is missing a piece of wood."

Bruno stood leaning on a long wooden board. He was tall and thin and looked like a twisted alphabet.

Clayton carefully checked the stage floor, and the results seemed different from what the detective said.

"With all due respect, I don't see any vacancies."

"Then you have the same idea as the person who installed the stage." Bruno patted the upright wooden board: "The answer is sometimes so straightforward - the person who hid things under the stage removed all the floor, and when he installed it back, it was because The ordering method was wrong, resulting in a piece of wood that could not be put back together.”

Without a piece of wood, the surface gaps of the hollow stage are enlarged and no longer dense, so it is easier to make noise due to extrusion and collision.

Clayton ignored this and almost let go of the clue in front of him.

Bruno squatted down and poked the floor: "It's a pity that we don't have the tools at hand, otherwise we could lift up the floor and inspect it now."

state!

There was a loud noise behind him.

The detective shuddered, lost his balance and fell forward.

He got up and looked back, and saw Clayton holding half of the floorboard. The jagged fracture showed the destroyer's extraordinary brute strength, and there was a newly opened hole on the ground.

"Actually, there's no need to be in such a hurry." He said quietly. "But... that's okay."

Since there was no chance to work alone, Clayton no longer wanted to hide his extraordinary power.

He broke the wooden boards with his bare hands and demolished the stage floor.

As the stage floor was removed, something unusual gradually emerged beneath the gap.

On the lower ground, some ocher-colored substances smeared strange patterns, which looked very much like legendary runes.

They are made up of basic geometric shapes, layered one on top of another, making you dizzy just looking at them.

Two strange arcs passed through, forming the ears of a simple Holy Grail pattern.

Those lines seem to not only be attached to the plane, but extend into the air, even if that part is invisible, it can be felt.

In the space divided by the overlapping ocher lines, there are seven or eight dried herb bundles and grain ears. They have dissipated all their smells and lie coldly in the grid.

Bruno came around, fully curious about the lines.

Clayton knelt down in the recess where the stage had been enlarged enough for a person to lie down, dipped his fingers into some painting substance, and stared at them seriously.

Bruno's expression was far from pretty.

Even though it had lost its smell, they could still recognize it for what it was.

This is dried flesh.

This is what happens when the flesh and blood of an animal is cut out and left in a dark place for several weeks until it dries completely.

This strange pattern is entirely made of flesh and blood. Due to its complex structure, the exposed part consumes more than a chicken can complete, at least it would take a sheep.

And Cretton hasn’t actually dismantled half of the stage.

"They must have killed someone." Bruno said that the seriousness of the matter here exceeded his expectation.

However, there was a sheriff here who witnessed these things in person, so that he did not have to consider whether the professional confidentiality agreement would conflict with the moral conscience of concealing the murder case.

"I asked for information before coming here, but I didn't hear that there was any closure of business here. There was a homeless man who disappeared nearby last month. And his 'roommate' who lived in a bridge was very sure that he came here, because he The last time he was seen in front of his roommates, he was showing off that he had picked up a stray club ticket."

Clayton knew what he meant.

Wanting to dismantle the stage and finely process raw meat to draw such a large pattern is not something a group of women can solve in one day. Due to the state of the stage, they will not be able to operate for at least one day.

According to normal reasoning, they may have obtained some flesh and blood to carve these runes, then asked outsiders to help speed up the repair of the stage, and finally killed him to prevent the news from leaking.

Since the church no longer cares about folk occult enthusiasts trying to summon demons, just drawing a weird rune obviously does not need to be kept secret, so if the missing homeless man died here, the club dancers would draw the rune method The raw materials of the array may also come from improper sources and cannot be accepted by the law.

Coincidentally, Clayton happened to know that another person must have died here.

Rosa, the real Rosa.

Although the flesh and blood are minced and spices are used to remove the smell, as long as enough flesh and blood are collected, the original smell can still be restored.

Creighton knew Rosa's scent, Athena had worn "her" to the Rusty Silver Coin.

He wanted to demolish the top of the stage in one go to confirm this, but he wanted to keep his identity as a werewolf a secret, and the physical strength in human form was not enough to remove all the stage planks at once, so he had to rest for a while before doing it again.

While waiting, Bruno took out the pen he had prepared and recorded the exposed rune array in his notes.

"Give me a backup," Creighton said.

"good."

Clayton sat on the edge of the stage to rest and began to think about another thing.

His reply to Tritis last month has not yet received a reply, and it is not known whether the woman has received the letter.

It was also Tritis's habit to read letters without replying. If she continued this habit, she might die one day and still be able to hide it from Clayton for several months.

"Bruno, do you have any brothers or sisters?" he asked the detective.

Bruno lowered his head to paint and replied casually: "I have three brothers and one sister."

"Where do they live?"

"It's okay if it's not in this city anyway. Why do you ask?"

Once the theater fell silent, the rustling sound of Bruno writing on the paper became quite harsh.

Clayton held his chin deeply and twirled his beard subconsciously: "If one day you grow a pig's nose, dog ears or something else, will you tell them?"

Bruno looked away from his notes: "How could a person grow something like that?"

He had heard nothing like it.

"What if it does?"

"It's no different from now. As long as I don't have to lie in bed and spend the rest of my life, I will never tell them about me." After saying this decisively, the detective lowered his head to paint again.

Clayton looked at him in surprise and decided not to discuss this topic with him again.

This person's family is unhappy.

Clayton quickly rested, and it took him about thirty minutes to finally get the wooden boards on the stage surface to no longer block the patterns below.

The runes left behind by Athena Balegor were a little more complicated than they first saw.

If Clayton had to copy those intertwined lines by himself, it would probably take him two or three hours, and it would still be on a large piece of drawing paper specially used for painting.

Even Bruno showed a disgusted expression at this time.

"I knew this task wasn't that simple."

"I should have brought my camera," Clayton said.

Upon hearing what he said, Bruno immediately glared at him with an indignant look.

After a friendly discussion, Clayton decided to go back to the store and bring his camera.

Although this round trip process takes about two hours, it can save Bruno's fingers and give him the strength to cut off the burnt outer ring of toast when eating tomorrow morning.

Clayton hurriedly hurriedly and finally returned to Lemon Street.

In front of the store, the copper-plated sign "Rusted Silver Coin" swayed in the wind. The sound was unpleasant, but it made him feel peaceful.

Unexpectedly, someone was at the door.

Judging from the back, the man had long dark green hair and a ponytail. There were even pockets on the back of his clothes.

Clayton recognized him. It was Julius.

He was holding a roll of newspapers and looking at the antique shop, as if deciding whether to wait for the door to open or break in.

The "Closed" sign was plastered against the door, but such signs were not much of a deterrent to those in the dark world.

Clayton took a breath. If this was a coincidence, it would be too much of a coincidence. His plan to come back to get the camera was decided after a temporary discussion with Bruno. How could he be here waiting for him in advance?

"How did you know I would be back here at this time?" he asked Julius, while approaching, his hand covertly brushing towards the handle of the revolver at his waist.

Julius turned back, impatience written all over his face.

"It's you, Werewolf. It's a coincidence that we met each other during off-duty hours, but don't be too pretentious. I came to this street to find a 'tree'." He looked up at the second-floor window of the shop, with a solemn expression on his face: "Divination The crystal shows that the 'tree' is here."

Clayton couldn't help but fell into deep thought when he saw that the newspaper he took contained the photo he provided.