Werewolf hunting rules

Faced with the shadow that almost covered him, and breathing in the heat waves gushing from his hair, the young priest realized that the other party was not the loser who was dragged as a case study by the knights of the order at the church's clergy study meeting.

Clayton Bello is way better than those poor guys.

Of course, the Divine Attendant had some tricks, but he didn't think they would be useful on such a majestic werewolf.

"I apologize if my thoughts offended you." He sincerely regretted it. The Divine Attendant had never communicated with the dark descendants transformed from humans in the new era before, so he misjudged the other party's nature. The stereotype of dark descendants made him choose a plan that was not in line with ordinary people's morals, ignoring the possibility that the other party still considered himself a human being.

If the person standing here is not Clayton, but some unlucky believer cursed by the dark moon, it must have caused spiritual damage.

Clayton was not moved by the sincerity of the divine servant. He just barely ignored the hint just for the sake of the bishop. At the same time, he glanced at the young man strangely, and then his body shrank back to that of a normal person, and his shirt fell apart. buttoned up again.

"Are you really a priest?" he asked while buttoning his shirt.

This experience with the clergy was very bad. Next time the bishop invites him, he will not come again.

"It's genuine." The divine servant said, "I just firmly believe that this lady's soul has ascended to heaven, so I hope this rotten skin can be put to good use."

Clayton knew now that he had no ill intentions, he was just thinking differently.

The lieutenant had heard of similar ideas. It was called materialism or something else in books, he couldn't remember clearly.

"Anyway, let's find another way."

Clayton looked at his pocket watch. He had just adjusted the clock before going out. The time was now one o'clock in the afternoon. He was in a hurry.

"Boss, do you remember me? Have my three companions said where they are going?"

Hook's detective Cicero pressed his hat tightly to his chest, as if doing so would soothe his anxious heartbeat.

He had just found his companions on the second floor of the Bronze Horse Hotel and wanted to tell them about Cooper's loss at Bruno Detective Agency, but no one could be found and their luggage was also taken away. The previous agreement is inconsistent.

Cicero was hostile to anything that was out of line. Unknown and willful often represented the same thing - fatal danger.

Cooper disobeyed orders and rushed into the room and was shot to death.

His impatience did not impress the owner of the Bronze Horse Inn. The sturdy short man reviewed the budget bill for repairs to the walls and door locks with a painful look on his face, cursing the repairmen who were not coming for a long time, and had no time to pay attention to Cicero. It was as if his ears were machines that could only hear the two words "book a room" and "check out." If he didn't say these two words, there was no way he could get his attention.

Cicero had to stretch his upper body, put his palm behind the counter to cover the boss's bill, and repeat the question before he looked up.

"Check out? Those three guests didn't check out." The boss looked at him strangely, thinking that they were companions and should not have such questions.

"But they took everything away."

"Who knows what they were thinking. Everyone left in one night, but they kept the money for a week's stay." The boss suddenly thought of something and stretched out his hand to Cicero: "They asked someone to bring me the message and payment." Money, but they broke something when they left, and the repair costs haven't been taken into account. It's fourteen shillings and nine pence in total. I should have asked them for it, but the person who brought the message can't come up with the money. You have to pay for it. They pay and I tell you what they said."

Cicero cursed in his heart and had to take out his wallet.

The boss counted the coins before speaking: "They said they had encountered some trouble recently and might have endangered their safety, so they took their luggage and left first. The room was used by their companions who came later. They have now moved to St. Mored Parish. 'Singing Verbena', which probably means asking you to find them."

This reason is really in line with Cicero's expectations.

If it is because of safety issues, then the choice of companions is understandable.

But he still had doubts and asked, "How did they break your stuff?"

"They opened and closed the door so hard that they broke the latch, but it was nothing. You know how troublesome it is to make locks."

The hotel owner stopped talking when he mentioned the bullet holes in the wall. Such minor damage could just be covered with wallpaper. There was no need to tell anyone about it, but it would ruin the hotel's reputation for safety.

However, the compensation fee cannot be reduced. Fortunately, someone has already paid.

Thinking of this, his eyes softened when he looked at Cicero.

"Who did they ask to find you?"

"A very beautiful woman with blond hair and green eyes." The boss put away the things and put his hands on the counter: "Maybe you have seen her."

Cicero narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean?"

"When you came in, she just walked out of the door less than three minutes ago. She was facing this direction." The hotel owner pointed to the left.

Detective Hook turned and ran.

He didn't even have time to curse this idiot for wasting his precious time. He just rushed out the door in one breath. After a moment of identification, he ran along the street in the direction pointed by the boss. He had to catch up with the woman in time.

"Tsk," said Julius.

"I heard you smacking your lips, what happened?"

Volentin asked, leaning back on the recliner, but his tone didn't sound at all interested.

Light shines through the curtains into this small room on the third floor, and the dust slowly falls in the bright light.

Julius put down the telescope angrily, and his dark green ponytail hair swayed behind his head: "Clayton guessed it right again, they came really fast, you get up now, we will take him back in a while. "

As early as the night of the attack, Clayton led them to conduct an operational analysis and formulated a follow-up action plan based on the intelligence obtained from the torture.

The remaining Hook detectives in Sasha City will contact their companions staying at the Bronze Horse Hotel from time to time. If they find that they are missing, they will definitely be more vigilant and make various unpredictable defense or diversion actions.

It's better to take the initiative.

In the plan left by Clayton, they need to persuade the owner of the Bronze Horse Hotel to do work for them by using the pretense of the Sheriff wiping out the gangs. At the same time, they need to pay the informant and entrust him to guide these people to them when he meets Detective Hook. Designated location.

That's done, it's time to take the next step.

Volentin stood up from the recliner with difficulty and prayed dryly: "I hope Barbara hasn't had time to kill him yet."

Although the vampire came from a humble background, he adapted to the world very quickly.

She was determined to kill someone.

Harnessing inhuman power requires such strong determination.

Cicero ran quickly through the streets, passing through pedestrians and homeless people who had gathered to squat and warm themselves by the fire.

During this process, he never once cast his eyes on those paths.

A woman, especially a beautiful woman, will never walk into an alley that is dark. Anyone who does this is either a vagabond in the flesh business, or she is a dangerous person.

But even the latter would not dare to commit murder on the road during the day.

He actually didn't believe that the woman was entrusted by his companions to deliver the message. This was not in line with their past behavior.

What's more, a private matter like conveying news shouldn't be done by someone with a conspicuous appearance.

Beautiful women are never popular where discipline is required - there are no female soldiers in the army, no female sailors at sea, beauty itself is an accident, and plans and accidents are inherently in conflict.

Cicero's running slowed.

He began to wonder if it was worth it for him to come looking for this woman.

The reason why he chased her was just to determine the authenticity of her motive for her behavior, as well as the current situation of her companions. But he also risks falling into a trap if there is something really wrong with the woman.

The owner of the Bronze Horse Inn told him that the woman who had spoken had just left for three minutes, so he couldn't wait to chase her out, fearing that he would miss this suspicious point.

But what if the boss is telling lies?

He stopped suddenly and decided to go back first to inform the captain that his companions at the Bronze Horse Inn had been transferred.

Cicero suddenly felt reassured at the thought that he no longer had to take any risks.

Then a woman who matched the innkeeper's description appeared in front of him.

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