Werewolf hunting rules

Bruno woke up. He sat on the sofa and wiped his face, looking at Marietta and Clayton in confusion.

"I thought there was a better way than to poke holes in my sweet dreams."

"Businessmen must pursue efficiency."

Clayton handed him the remaining water in the cup, and he drank it in one gulp to wash away the sticky feeling in his mouth.

After regaining some energy, Bruno looked at them in surprise.

"When did you meet?"

"We don't know each other." They both answered together. Then he said in unison: "I'm looking for you this time for business."

Clayton looked sideways at Marietta. From what Bruno said, she should also be someone Bruno knew. And as if she sensed his gaze, Mary looked straight at him without any hesitation and spoke tit-for-tat.

This strange tacit understanding made Bruno suspect that he was still hungover.

He shook his head and clicked his ears again before confirming that everything was true:

"Okay, then who comes first."

Bruno pointed to the bedroom and motioned for the next person to talk business to go in with him.

He usually drinks and rests in the living room, but the bedroom is cleaner. One-on-one communication also prevents employers from leaking privacy.

Without any argument, Marietta stepped forward. But I didn’t even look at the direction of the bedroom:

"Let's talk here."

"Okay, just tell me your request."

Bruno took out a pen and paper, spread it out on the table, and began to write the incident acceptance record, ignoring Clayton. Since the employer didn't have any objections, he wouldn't let Clayton go out.

Mary sat down across the table: "I want to follow up on a person who has serious criminal suspicion."

The rustling sound of writing came from Bruno's pen. There was a pause, and then he looked up: "You are the sheriff. Wouldn't it be great if you arrested him on the spot when you saw the crime."

Clayton thought he had nothing to do with it and waited with his back to them and the door.

Marietta's voice continued: "It's just a suspicion, and I was out on patrol that day, so I lost the opportunity to inquire. When I returned to the Sheriff's Department, the case about him had been closed. That person was also a well-known local Gentleman, no one else is willing to offend him. Now if we want to find out the truth of the case, we can only rely on private actions."

"You really do your duty."

Bruno scratched his straw-like hair. He was already used to the female sheriff's sense of justice: "So, is there any personal information about him that you want to tell me?"

"His name is Clayton Bello. He runs an antique shop in St. Mored Parish. He has black hair, green eyes, and a king's beard on his chin. He is about thirty years old."

Bruno's pen stopped.

He was now convinced that Clayton and Mary were completely unknown to each other.

Beside the door, Clayton's breathing became heavy. He never expected that the female sheriff was here to hire Bruno to investigate him.

The corpse of the watcher he sent to the Sheriff's Department still aroused suspicion.

".I need you to follow him for two weeks. If there is anything unusual, record it and report it to me. Keep your distance and don't sneak into the mansion to investigate. This man is very cruel and has good fighting skills. If you are discovered by him, It is very likely that they will find an excuse to kill a private detective like you in self-defense, and then cover you with a crime that does not exist."

Sure enough, it was the fault of being too neat when killing the monitor!

This misunderstanding is too serious.

But if you already know what you look like, why do you dare to ask these questions in front of your face?

Clayton twisted his eyebrows and turned around, hesitating whether to explain himself now.

However, Bruno had already agreed first.

"Sounds like a high risk. The fee is fifteen pounds, and the deposit is three pounds. No problem, right?"

"no problem."

Marietta paid the bill cheerfully, then stood up and went to the door.

Clayton's lips moved unconsciously by the door, and she noticed it. She looked at Clayton with pure curiosity. Facing the described appearance, her eyes did not waver:

"Why, does this gentleman have anything to say to me?"

Clayton opened his mouth and finally said, "No, miss."

Marie Etala opened the door and left, shaking her head as she went. The door clicked shut.

After she left, Bruno lit a cigarette and suddenly laughed and choked while smoking.

Clayton walked over and sat in the seat in front of Marietta, and was very dissatisfied with his reaction: "What's so funny, she can give out my personal information but not recognize me in person, it's weird. "

"Don't worry, she has always been like this, otherwise she wouldn't always be assigned to go out on patrol. Because only the task of arresting someone on the spot can make her clearly identify who the criminal is."

Bruno wanted to touch the bottle, but the green glass flask was already empty, so he had to give up.

"Then I really appreciate her contribution to this city." Clayton slapped a "Broken Wing Angel" club ticket hand-drawn from memory on the table.

"I need you to find the person selling tickets like this."

"It's another tracking task, so I can only let my assistant handle it."

Clayton raised his hand to blow the smoke away from his nose: "What, are you really going to follow and investigate me as Marietta said?"

Bruno looked at his disgusted look and put out the cigarette butt on the yellow wooden table coated with fire-retardant paint.

"I took the money."

"Then how are you going to investigate me?"

Bruno leaned on the sofa and said lazily: "Just like other tasks, the time starts tomorrow. But I can only come during the day because I want to come back to drink at night."

"I really don't know if you want to work or not."

But Clayton didn't bother to worry about Marietta's affairs, as long as Bruno's investigation didn't affect him.

Bruno turned the hand-painted coupon to the other side and observed: "Then what happens after you find the ticket seller? Do you want us to send a message to you?"

"No, it's better to stay away from the ticket seller, at least keep a distance of more than ten meters, and don't be discovered, otherwise your life may be in danger."

Creighton emphasized: "Don't have any communication or physical contact with the ticket seller. Pay attention to the people who buy tickets from him every day. Focus on people who buy tickets several times in a short period of time. This may require many people to investigate at the same time. .By the way, are your assistants enough?"

He remembered that Bruno's assistants were basically temporary workers with relevant skills.

Bruno grinned: "If you don't care that the detective is disabled, so many complicated tasks are enough."

"I believe in your abilities. This mission will continue until I ask to stop."

"Then just pay twenty pounds as a deposit first, and we'll make formal installment payments after we find the ticket seller."

Clayton handed over two bills without hesitation.

One pound is equivalent to twenty shillings, which is equivalent to the weekly salary of a high-level skilled worker. Considering the danger of letting Bruno's people monitor the Holy Grail, this price is not bad.

No. 214 Mercy Street.

This is Joe Mani's current address.

The monitor who originally monitored him in the Holy Grail Society got rid of him when Clayton pulled him out of the theater, but tonight, Clayton wanted the monitor to find Joe again.

He killed the people sent by the Holy Grail to monitor him, and the new stalker will definitely be more cautious and secretive.

Therefore, Joe Mani is needed as bait to expose the stalker's location.

He will go to 214 Mercy Street tonight with great fanfare and bring his watcher next to Joe Mani.

There was a risk, which was why he gave Joe his revolver.

If you are unlucky, the seemingly invisible watcher might have followed Clayton's carriage yesterday to find Joe who had sneaked into the church to do volunteer work. That way the watcher would not have to get close to confirm Joe's identity and could hide far away. Looking through the telescope at Joe's house on Mercy Street, it was difficult to pick him out at once.

But Clayton was prepared for anything.

During the day, he had found an excellent observation point, right next to the St. Mellon Parish Security Bureau.

It was an old mechanical bell tower.

The building of the General Security Department was renovated from the city hall a hundred years ago. At that time, there were still curfew laws, so a tall building was built next to it to set up a warning bell to inform residents of the area about the time. Standing on it and overlooking almost half of the parish, it will be more convenient to find the monitor.

And because it is a mechanical clock, there will be no bell ringer nearby.

The mechanical team of this clock tower rings the small suspended bell every fifteen minutes, and the large bell on the hour.

When the bell rings, even the sound of a gunshot is masked.

Everything is ready.

Clayton went downstairs and saw a black rental carriage parked in the shadow of the night.

He wrapped his nearly fifteen kilogram Conqueror rifle in black cloth and carried it into the carriage, followed by spare clothes, and finally climbed aboard himself from the rear.

The carriage sank slightly, and then the carriage began to move forward.

While crossing a boulevard, Clayton saw the right moment and jumped out from the back of the car with his rifle in hand, rolling several times in the autumn leaves.

The coachman had no idea what was happening in the carriage behind, except that the speed of the carriage increased slightly.

Clayton sat in the leaves and watched the carriage go away. He believed that this was enough to keep his current watcher away.

Just as he tried to stand up, an ocher feather stained with mucus slowly landed in front of him.

And that familiar rancid smell.

Clayton raised his head suddenly, but above his head was the thick crown of the trees on both sides, and the intertwined branches and leaves completely blocked the sky. There are only a few gaps where starlight leaks through, so this feather probably happened to pass through some gap.

He is becoming more and more confident about the success rate of tonight's operation.

"Sure enough, it is in heaven."