Werewolf hunting rules

Because Barbara had left tooth marks on the body, they had to dispose of the scene and pretend that the detectives had left on their own, and then packed the body into the car, even though it was horribly crowded.

It's normal for an armed detective to be shot dead by an enemy, but being shot by a cannibal makes headlines.

After leaving the battle, the wound on Clayton's leg slowly healed, but his face continued to bleed until the cold relieved the situation.

The demon hunter's sleeve arrow left very deep marks on his right face, almost completely cutting his cheek open. Blood flowed into his beard, and it could not be wiped clean no matter how hard he wiped it. He looked very embarrassed.

Worst of all, there was no one in the team who could drive the horses but him, and he was embarrassed to have to sit outside with this image in tow.

But the good news is that you don't have to face Barbara's hungry and bloodthirsty eyes in the carriage.

He was now truly afraid of her and his own existence.

After becoming a werewolf, he could also notice that his emotions were becoming more and more violent. Just after the demon hunter shot a crossbow at him, Clayton's first thought when he felt the pain was not a reactive counterattack, nor was he even to kill that person. The witcher, instead, wanted to rip off his limbs and hide him.

Hidden? Yes.

Doing so would certainly kill the witcher, but the idea was not to kill him but to hide him - like a beast hoarding food for the winter.

This strange thought did not now disappear from the intellect, it lived side by side with it.

Clayton was horrified by the harmony.

I heard that Galid seemed to have been executing those who couldn't control their desires. I wonder if those victims were those who continued to let their instincts develop.

"Clayton." Julius's voice came from the carriage.

Clayton absently held the reins to urge the horse forward, and the wheels made a soft rumble when they rolled. He responded to Julius in this soft sound:

"What's wrong?"

"I forgot to mention before that Mr. Akzi, who is responsible for corporate security, is on Xiangyou Street now. If you want to know more about the affairs of the Presbyterian Church in Sasha City, you can ask him. He is an important person in the association. member." After confirming his father's attitude, Julius became more cooperative with Clayton's work.

"What about you? Why can't I ask you directly?" Clayton came back to his senses and asked, thinking that the elder's son should know more than others.

A dull voice came from the carriage: "I only came back in March this year. I wasn't here for the previous six years."

It's October now, and seven months is actually a lot of time. Clayton doesn't understand what Julius has been doing for such a long time, which is probably one of the reasons why Groene is disappointed with him.

Clayton thought about it, swung the reins, and drove the carriage towards St. Mored Parish. He wanted two members of the Hook Detective Agency to be transported there - of course not to his own home, but to the Presbyterian Church at No. 15 Xiangyou Street. Another stronghold.

Before taking action, he and Julius discussed the future issues.

Those detectives are all going to die in the end, and the bodies have to be disposed of.

The other strongholds of the Presbyterian Church were closer to the city center, and he was not that familiar with the terrain. It was easy to bump into ordinary people, and it was also inconvenient to dispose of corpses.

Xiangyou Street is a good location, and some dark people who work for the Presbyterian Church live there.

Before he knew the name Presbyterian Church, Clayton had passed through it looking for a place to rent.

It was a group of apartment buildings, not in a particularly good location, and several street corners were extremely crowded and blocked from sunlight, creating a ghetto feel in St. Mored Parish. There are spiked iron fences and walls blocking the outside of the terraced apartment buildings. You can only see people coming out of the houses, but rarely see people going in.

Usually there are not many pedestrians on the street, and you will occasionally hear strange shouts when passing by. Children and buskers will not stay there.

At that time, he had a bad view of this area and thought it was a stronghold of gang forces, so the house he rented was kept at a certain distance from Xiangyou Street.

Now that I think about it, everything has been explained, but it's subtle and doesn't deviate too much from the conjecture.

The night drive was faster, and it took them an hour to reach No. 15 Xiangyou Street.

The buildings here follow the rules, and every brick and tile looks quiet. It is impossible to imagine that a group of non-human beings who master extraordinary violence live here.

The lights in the apartment building were not on, but both Clayton and Barbara noticed eyes peering out from behind the darkened windows.

Everyone in the Presbyterian Church seemed to recognize Julius, and soon someone came out and opened the door on his own initiative, before Julius even said hello.

The team of four dragged the two detectives through the gate as fast as they could,

There were several strange dark descendants moving around here, and they were quite surprised to see them. They slowly gathered around and started talking about their purpose.

They hide well, but the way they see people is not what ordinary people have.

Those eyes frequently glanced at the hair, eyes, ears, and hands of outsiders other than Julius, not as if they were recognizing the person, but as if they wanted to observe deeper content.

They were guessing the race of the newcomers.

These men were obviously old members of the Presbyterian Church, and Clayton wondered why Groene didn't introduce them to the new members.

When Clayton dragged the detective's body in, he saw a gentleman away from the crowd, standing at the clothes drying fork near the wall and looking up at the moon. He was holding a green beer bottle in his hand. He looked very handsome. Comfortable.

Hearing the commotion behind him, the gentleman turned his head 180 degrees to look behind him, staring at them with his round yellow eyes without blinking.

He actually has the head of an owl.

"Mr. Akzi, let's borrow a room." Julius lowered his head slightly. Although he has been idle around as the elder's son, he has shown extraordinary respect for this Mr. Owl, which is a treatment that even Clayton who had beaten him could not receive.

"What are you going to use it for?"

"Torture and dispose of the body." Clayton said, mentally preparing himself to be met with malicious intent. He heard from Julius that this was where they slept and that no one would like to take a body home.

Akzi didn't turn around, he just took off a key from his waist and threw it over his shoulder, and Clayton caught it firmly.

"The conversation room is empty. Remember to deal with the blood stains after use." His tone was understated, as if this situation was not uncommon. Clayton was wary, but he didn't ask any more questions.

The key had a room number engraved on it. The lieutenant took one look at it and asked the others to drag the three bodies indoors.

Akzi said that the interview room was fully equipped and very professional.

Since the torture process was too bloody, I won't go into details here.

It is worth mentioning that Barbara was excluded from the room, Volentin sat on the chair without permission and did not want to move, and Julius looked at it for a while and then vomited while holding on to the corner. None of them could be sent. use.

Torture is a very unpleasant thing. It was very unpleasant when Clayton was still a human. If others would do it, he would not take the initiative to do it.

Harsh criminal laws can make bad people confess, but they can also make the most honest people lie.

The Hook detectives were of course human, but they didn't know much, and requests for cooperation with the Holy Grail Society were handled by their superiors.

However, in addition to the mission of purchasing land from the government, they also had the mission of serving the Spider Priest when they came to Sasha City. And they are just the first batch, and there will be a batch of people coming later. A strange object is about to arrive in Sasha City under their escort, and the designated signer is Athena Bai Luge.

The so-called strange objects are extraordinary props contaminated with the power of the fairyland.

Legend has it that as long as it is polished, an oil lamp will float out a wishing elf, a magic flute that bewitches children's minds, a thunder trumpet that can wake up even a sleeping giant, and a mechanical nightingale that sings endlessly and can speak human language. Most of these similar things are real. It exists, but the functionality may not be that strong.

The people of the Holy Grail Society hired them to send a rare object here to support the Spider Priest. However, due to the characteristics and mission of the Spider Priest, they believed that they might not be able to find this employer. If it took a long time, other things might happen. , so we formulated a strategy to go to Sasha City in batches.

The first group is to establish contact with Athena and cooperate with her to perform tasks. Now they have completed this, but the second group of Hook detectives are not aware of it yet, so some people still have to stay at the Bronze Horse Hotel to inform the latecomers. , quickly exchange information and deliver the goods to Athena.

Unfortunately, due to the request of their employer Athena, they can only wait for the people who follow her to contact them. Clayton cannot learn from them where Athena is currently lurking.

But this might also be an opportunity.

After contacting Athena, they have already sent a letter to the rear informing the second team of detectives to set off, so the strange object will probably arrive in Sasha City this week.

The convoy still doesn't know that their companions at the Bronze Horse Inn are dead. Clayton can set up an ambush for a second interception and seize the rare objects that the Holy Grail will bring.

That's about all the information Clayton could get from Detective Hook. The Witcher of the two detectives might know more, but Clayton hadn't taken many measures against him yet, so he used a He committed suicide in a strange way, with no trace visible from the outside, but the way he died seemed to be poisoning, and it was too fast to stop him.

Of course, this demon hunter was just one step ahead of his companion. Clayton quickly used his sharp claws to send the man next to him to join him.

After dealing with them, Clayton washed his hands in the basin on the sliding tool table, over and over again, feeling uncontrollable regret in his heart.

He was sorry for the appetite he had inspired in the process.

All negative emotions will be converted into appetite to a greater or lesser extent, even shame. This is the nature of werewolves and is inevitable.

But reason made him feel sick.

When everything was over and the room was cleaned, he pushed the door out with Julius, only to see Mr. Owl standing very close to the door, and the door leaf almost brushed against him.

"Clayton Bello, you have a great future," he said to Clayton.

Due to allergic reactions, updates have been slow these days. The number of chapters will be increased in the future to compensate.