Werewolf hunting rules

In one respect, the less money you have in your wallet, the more it weighs.

The location of the wallet is not on the waist, but on the chin.

People with empty pockets are often dragged down by the weight and unable to lift their heads.

Bruno now feels that he can hold his head up a little, so he talks more than before.

The above complaints are said to be complaints, but in fact they also imply complacency.

However, Clayton's reaction was different from what he expected. The lieutenant looked worried, and it seemed that this incident had a great impact on him.

"Are you planning to become a detective recently?" Bruno stopped mixing the developer.

"No, but almost."

Clayton finally understood Bruno's emotional change when he learned that he still had a private camera after half an hour of hard work in hand-drawing the runes.

He put down his hands wrapped around the wire, let out a long breath, and suddenly settled down like a beast that had caught its prey.

"When did they come?"

Bruno recalled: "A month? Maybe less than one o'clock. What, you have a holiday with them?" he asked curiously.

"Not yet, but you never know there will be in the future." Clayton wiped his hands on his coat.

Since the Blackshirts mercenary group has dealt with the military, and Hook Detective Agency was born out of the Blackshirts, Clayton has some idea of ​​their positioning.

Hook's Detective Agency inherits everything that's good about the Blackshirts.

They have good credibility, act quickly, and have strong execution capabilities, and the legality of their violent actions in the country has been tacitly approved by some big shots.

Under normal circumstances, this group of money-minded guys would definitely make a loss-making investment in developing business in Sasha City, but if they got any information and thought it was profitable, then their actions can be explained.

Just like on the eve of the government issuing various bills, there is always a group of officials who recognize the market situation early and will look for business opportunities in the changes.

And now the only one who wants to make a big fuss in Sasha City is the Holy Grail Society. It is not the kind of organization that can stand on the bright side, and everything it does needs to be hidden, so Clayton speculates that there is something between the group of believers and the Hook Detective Agency. There is a cooperative relationship between them.

If he could get a way to contact Athena from Hook Detective Agency, all his previous plans could be cancelled.

"Do you know where the people from Hooker's office are now?" Clayton asked calmly.

However, the calmer he became, the less Bruno could believe him.

The detective's ability to observe words and emotions was first-rate. Bruno was convinced that there were some sinister contradictions colliding in the dark, but they had nothing to do with him, but his instinct told him to be on guard.

This feeling of being blinded made him uncomfortable.

"I heard that they settled in the Bronze Horse Hotel after entering the city, but I don't know if it is still there now." Bruno decided to speak out. "One day after they checked into the hotel, some of them disappeared. They may have taken jobs or followed the clerks from the Land Planning Bureau out of the city to measure land."

After all, he is a keen detective, and using the word "heard" is just self-effacing. Compared with ordinary people, he has more motivation and ability to satisfy his curiosity.

"Can you tell me what happened? Why haven't I heard anything?" he couldn't help but ask.

"It's just a little personal matter."

Clayton brushed him off and didn't mean anything at all.

"Do your thing here. Remember to close the door when you're done. I'll take Julius out again."

The Bronze Horse Inn is an inn located in St. Alvin's Parish, in the same parish as the Broken Winged Angels Club.

"Just pretend that I haven't asked about this matter." Bruno knew that he couldn't change his mind, so he had to take a step back: "Then when can I ask Mr. Julius to help me divine? By the way, I don't know this yet. Where does a friend live?"

Clayton was stunned. He seemed to have not yet considered the identity of Julius.

If Bruno knew that this person usually lived in a mansion in the city center, the detective wouldn't know what kind of background he would have to dream up, and he might be discovered by the dark descendants of the Presbyterian Church during the private follow-up investigation.

When a shady dark descendant meets a sneaky detective, he doesn't think it can be a peaceful meeting.

"In this way, if you want to find him, you can notify me first, and then I will convey your invitation. If he agrees, I will arrange for him to meet you."

Bruno was shocked by such a complicated way of meeting. He turned to look at the location of the study, then looked back at Clayton, and asked cautiously: "Who is he? Is he a prince of which country? Is your secret position in Work in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?”

"Julius is not a prince, but his family doesn't want him to have contact with ordinary people like us. They are very rich and difficult to deal with. I don't recommend you to follow him secretly."

Bruno listened to his aboveboard dissuasion, but still insisted on his conclusion.

"That's no different from a prince. However, I feel like you are leading him to do something dangerous."

"His father asked for it."

Bruno suddenly realized that he was very familiar with this style of behavior: "I can understand."

He was sent into the army by his father. There are always some old parents who like to put their children through life and death, euphemistically calling it "hardening."

Clayton went out to the study to inform Julius of the incident, and asked him to set out with him to the Bronze Horse.

When they left the house and turned a street, he immediately turned around.

"This doesn't seem to be the way to Alvin Parish." Julius said, looking at the bell tower in the distance. With his hands in his pockets and his legs kicking in goose, he followed Clayton boredly.

"Indeed not." Clayton walked in front without looking back.

"I heard your conversation. You don't trust your detective friend? I quite like him."

"I don't believe in coincidence now. His appearance was so coincidental that it's hard not to make me suspicious. Even if his personality is trustworthy, he may be used by people with the ability to manipulate people's hearts."

Julius nodded suddenly: "That makes sense. So where are we going now?"

Creighton stopped, then turned back, walked behind Julius, and changed the functional position of the leader.

"Go to your house," he said.

"I hope you can come to me again during the day to discuss work matters."

Groene sat across from Clayton wearing green plush pajamas and slippers.

They are now in the center of the city in St. Mellon Parish, and the house is not that big, not even as big as the house Creighton rented. Of course, the price is definitely higher.

He also just found out that Gronje lived here.

Julius went back to his room to sleep with nothing to do, leaving him to communicate with his old father.

The furniture here is quite simple, and there are many green plants for decoration.

Clayton withdrew his eyes from looking at the interior style and turned to the old man: "Sorry, I thought you would be more energetic at night."

"Not all dark descendants will be full of energy at night." Gronje said expressionlessly, seeming to be angry at being woken up: "At least I prefer to rest at night, you have to remember, Mr. Bello .”

"Then I apologize again."

Clayton considered his words before speaking out his speculation about Hook Detective Agency.

He still has doubts about Bruno's motives, and even suspects that the Bronze Horse Inn may have set up a trap, so he hopes that the Presbyterian Church can provide assistance.

Groene held up his face and thought for a moment: "Do you know Fulundin's ability?"

Volentin was the cursed one he sent to Clayton.

Volentin and the vampire Barbara are both Clayton's nominal subordinates, but Clayton always feels that it is not worthwhile for these non-professionals to work hard for special medicines, and subconsciously does not want to involve them.

"I haven't gotten to know him yet."

"Remember to take him with you when you want to kill someone. He is very useful."

Grone said, holding the thumb of his left hand with his right hand and using force, he actually broke off the entire finger.

There was no blood in the broken area. Clayton saw the wood-grained skin on the severed finger twisting, and the flesh and blood underneath also regrouped into other shapes, gradually forming a wooden whistle.

"Blow this whistle and you can briefly talk to the plant. The plant can remember the short-term conversation sounds and help you eavesdrop. However, this whistle is only effective within a week. Just throw it away after one week. There is no need to return it to me."

Clayton took the whistle, and when he thought it was an old man's thumb, he resisted putting it into his mouth.