Werewolf hunting rules

"It should be right here."

Clayton frowned and looked at the dilapidated house in front of him. He couldn't think of anyone in the slums less than three streets away from him who could afford to hire Bruno.

This place is empty during the day, noisy at night, and always poor.

If he hadn't suffered from the problem of being unable to sleep without hearing noise when he was discharged from the army, he wouldn't have rented a house nearby. It's just a habit that he hasn't moved out now.

The cold wind brushed against his cheek, and the smell was analyzed rationally in the olfactory system.

If the wind speed didn't change much in the last hour, then he could conclude that Bruno had just left here within twenty minutes, and stayed for a while before that.

Clayton frowned, he might be discovered if he went in rashly now.

It is even more unreasonable to knock on the door openly in the early morning and ask to enter.

If the person who hired Bruno really had ulterior motives, they wouldn't tell him frankly after meeting him.

He stood at the window and looked in, but there was no light at all, and there was no sound of breathing, not even the breath of other creatures. Only Bruno's scent remained inside.

He suspected that this was a safe house rented by Bruno himself. If so, the detective's behavior could be explained.

Clayton found his way around to the other side and entered through the back door.

The door didn't lock, which was strange.

An interesting phenomenon is that poor people do not like to use locks to protect their property.

Because the locks they can afford are usually easy to break, and criminals who are willing to steal in ghettos definitely don't have the gentlemanly virtue to give up crime just because of a lock.

However, the gains from theft are very small, and people here hide coins very carefully, and it takes a lot of effort to find them, so almost no one makes a living from stealing, so you can still rest assured during working hours during the day, because thieves also have to work. Be more alert at night and the day will pass safely.

But if this was Bruno's safe house and no other living people lived there, Clayton felt that there should be a lock here.

He walked into the house through the back door and it was quiet inside.

Of course it was quiet, because there was no one in the room.

There is a faint aroma of coffee in the air, but the table in the living room is clean, and the cups and plates in the kitchen are neatly placed in the cupboard.

The toilet didn't smell like it had been used, and the bedding in the bedroom was wrinkle-free.

Clayton immediately determined that this was not Bruno's safe house.

The detective's own house was noisy, so he kept the safe house clean for no reason.

He searched and found only one photo of a family of five that seemed to prove the identity of the owner.

Of course, it was in the past.

Although there was no smell of other people here, he was sure that there was someone else here, but they had just moved away.

They have a way of coping with scent tracking and are very used to doing it.

Most people are not that sensitive.

"Are the other extraordinary beings the Presbyterian Church?" Clayton guessed.

Since he is a transcendent, there is no need for him to keep tracking.

The extraordinary person investigating the Holy Grail Society and Athena could not be the same group. If he were not from the Presbyterian Church, his temptation might be regarded as an offense and he would gain new enemies in vain.

when! when! when!

The parish bell rings, penetrating through the doors and windows, symbolizing the beginning of a new day.

Clayton checked the place he passed one last time to make sure there were no traces left, and then exited through the back door.

He also spent a lot of time inspecting the house. The sky was turning white at the moment. After the bell rang, chickens and dogs were barking one after another behind the courtyard wall. The trees that had lost their leaves were like the weeds growing under the corner, under the pale sunlight. Standing like a sculpture.

Soon, people who went out to work began to come out of their houses, and from a few scattered people walking onto the street to a completely dark place.

The number of people pouring out of those small houses was much greater than the number of houses. The heat and human smell could not dispel the winter atmosphere, but added a bit of sadness.

This powerful sight brought Clayton back to his senses.

These people who had just woken up were not very energetic, and they all looked tired and worried.

Coupled with the fact that the Dornish people like gray and black clothes and keep a certain distance between people, they look like wild geese that have not made it in time to return south and gather together again, united by a unified thought and situation. .

In order to save rent, several families usually rent one room here. Therefore, although the slum area is not large, the number of people is very large.

Of course Clayton knew this, but he still felt strange.

Although it was only a few streets away, he rarely came here for the simple reason that there was nothing here, the hygiene was poor, and the smell was bad - he could feel this even when he was not a werewolf.

Although when he first moved to St. Mored Parish, he came here a few times because of the idea of ​​visiting neighbors, which left a deep impression on him.

He didn't see so many people on this street back then.

Three years is by no means enough time to double the number of adult men.

He recalled the slums of St. Alvin Parish, where the train stopped, and where most outsiders got off when they came to Sasha City. If you wanted to know the changes in Sasha City, you had to go there first.

But because he had rarely been there before winter this year, he couldn't tell whether the changes there were as big as here.

Clayton thought for a few seconds and then gave up. The change in the number of people here had nothing to do with his purpose.

Now that Bruno's matter has been settled, he doesn't have to stay here any longer.

He had not eaten at night and now he had to go back to dine.

Werewolves get hungry faster than normal people.

"Why are there more and more poor people every day?" the original cook of the workhouse spat on the ground.

If Joe Mani hadn't been watching, the spit would probably have been in the pot.

The director of the workhouse was also investigated by the board of directors because of the death of Lieutenant Charles, the leader of the Salvation Army. As a rare educated person, Joe Mani even started to help Father Petty do the accounts. However, This prevents him from juggling his duties as a chef.

He stir-fried the stew with sliced ​​meat twice with a spatula, and the aroma was wafting out.

Qiao Mani couldn't help feeling that although there was no money for working here, his power was getting bigger and bigger.

Another priest who was monitoring him also left because of the investigation. Now he is really a free man, and he can learn the doctrine more easily than before.

It would be better if you didn't have to work fifteen hours a day.

Because many of the caregivers were away, the groom who had come to help with the dishes put the bucket on the ground and sighed: "What else can we do? Second Lieutenant Charles of the Salvation Army died, and now the relief station in White Pigeon Square is closed. The poor people of Talos parish came to us.”

Because the groom had to go out frequently for shopping, he felt that he was always better informed than other workhouse employees, and this was often true.

But the cook didn't believe what he said and sneered: "How many poor people can there be in their place? How can it be compared with here? Our cooking time now is twice as long as before! Double! Maybe next week, you can buy There’s just not enough cabbage for those lazy bugs.”

The workload has increased, but the salary is fixed, and anyone who comes will get angry.

Joe Mani poured water into the pot and listened.

There are too few entertainment items here, and it is good to listen to people gossiping.

Another cook carried the bucket onto the stove, but was not in a hurry to pour the vegetables in. Instead, he looked at the groom, waiting for him to defend himself.

"You must have not heard that many soldiers in the colonies were laid off last month, and now they have returned to their hometowns."