Werewolf hunting rules

The whole night passed.

Maybe the Gray Hats didn't plan to take action tonight, or maybe they saw the Sheriff's fire and were afraid of it. In short, it was a very peaceful night.

Julius and Marietta retired when they saw the other sheriffs riding toward the railroad.

Having spent half the night concentrating, they felt low on energy.

Clayton looked around him. Now only Barbara, who couldn't eat enough, and Volentin, who couldn't sleep, were left. The team's eliteness had seriously declined.

He sighed: "You should also go back and rest."

Although these two people were also homeless, he had nothing for them to do now.

"friends."

At this moment, a constable on horseback came to them. The anxious horse's hooves exceeded their position. The constable pulled the reins and pulled back a little, and then stopped the mount.

"Friends," he repeated again, for fear that they had not heard clearly: "I heard from Ms. Aita that this place has been searched, but have you searched the hunting lodge here?"

Clayton's nose twitched, then he raised his eyebrows: "Hunter's cabin? Is it located so close to the city?"

A hunter's cabin is a public rest building built by hunters when venturing into the wilderness. There will be some food and water supplies inside, as well as simple tools to prevent some hunters from running out of supplies because they are too far away from the gathering place. At the same time, they have used Those who provide supplies also automatically bear the responsibility of replenishing supplies.

But the farthest point they patrolled last night was less than 20 kilometers away from the city, and the hilly areas they passed through were not steep. There was no need to build a hunter's cabin on such a short journey.

What's more, this forest was originally man-made. It has been less than fifty years, and the number of wild animals that have migrated here is definitely not enough for the hunters here to make a living.

There are no professional hunters in Sasha City.

"Of course it's not here, it's further away." The sheriff looked back while riding his horse, then quickly turned back and pointed in the direction he was looking at before: "It's right there, but look here. You can’t see it. No one knows about this place now, but it will get better in a few years.”

Clayton raised his hands and put them down again: "Well, we really don't know this place. Can you take me there?"

Barbara raised her head. Like Volentin, she remained where she was from the beginning, motionless.

"Shall we go too?"

"You guys go back first," Clayton said.

Barbara sighed silently and walked towards the city like a normal person.

"Ma'am, do you want me to give you a ride?" the sheriff asked, looking at the female vampire's back.

"Thanks, but no need."

Barbara refused firmly, rarely so firmly with a man worthy of respect.

As long as Gein is out of the sight of the sheriff, she can use the vampire's extraordinary speed at will. Two people riding a horse may not be faster than she alone.

"Okay." The Sheriff looked at Clayton, ignoring Fulentin who was in greatest need of help. He patted the saddle behind him. Apart from where he was sitting, there was room for a person. "I can take you there now, come up."

"I hope it can carry two men." Clayton sat on it vigorously.

"That depends on whether the groom has done his duty."

The Sheriff swung the reins, allowing the horse to pick up speed again and kick forward.

The world-famous White Holy Knights were founded with two people and one horse, so there was no sense of embarrassment in doing so, but it made people feel like they were reliving history.

After the horses took them out of sight of the two people behind them, the Sheriff curled his lips where Clayton couldn't see him.

Then Clayton's words made him almost jump on his horse.

"Bruno, you are still alive. How did you get this identity?"

Although the Sheriff looks completely different from before, Clayton doesn't just recognize people by his eyes.

"Damn it, how did you find me?!"

Bruno did not answer the question, but wanted to turn his head away in shock and anger, but he had to face the front because of driving the horse: "I spent three hours preparing this outfit, and it only took you less than five minutes." It’s really humiliating to find out!”

"Tit for tat, brother, you recognized me last time. Maybe you should wash your hair. Although the color has changed, the smell of your hair is exactly the same as your sofa." Clayton said honestly , this may be related to the other person lying on the sofa all day when they have nothing to do. I don’t know who infected whom with this smell.

The detective muttered a curse under his breath into the wind, but Clayton couldn't hear it clearly.

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing. It really shocked me. Fortunately, not many people in this world remember the smell of my sofa."

"I went to your house to look for you before. I only heard that someone set a fire there, and that people from the Gray Hat Gang were blocking the investigation. I thought you died in a gang fight. I didn't expect you to show up alive and kicking again." Clay Dun raised his middle finger and knocked Bruno on the back like a door: "The body is strong, it doesn't look like he was injured. What happened?"

"It's very unlucky, but please don't tell anyone about me pretending to be a sheriff. I don't want to go to jail yet."

"Then tell me clearly, what exactly have you been through? Why do you dress up like this? What happened to the Gray Hats?"

Clayton insisted that Bruno answer his question first.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you everything. Which one do you want to listen to first?"

Bruno surrendered bluntly, the horse still had some way to go before it reached its destination, and they had time to explain it all.

"Why are you having an internal conflict with the Gray Hats?"

"You have to ask the witch next to my new employer. She was having trouble with my employer, so I was also affected. Thanks to her, I am really impoverished now. Sanders was also bewitched by her , shot at me, luckily I ran fast, otherwise I would have died." Bruno sniffed and pretended to be sobbing pitifully: "I remember that you have also dealt with extraordinary phenomena a lot, what can you do? can resolve this situation.”

"There's not a lot of dealings." Creighton denied his statement: "And Sanders doesn't need you to save him."

"What's up with him?"

"He is dead. I only found his body, which is under the mine. But I advise you not to look for his body again. That place is now occupied by unruly guys. Those gang members have clashed with them. Now There are almost none left, and 'our army' is waiting for other fish to be caught."

There are no other mines near Sasha City, so the direction of this sentence is very obvious.

"That's right."

Bruno was silent for a while, and Clayton had to take the initiative to continue the topic.

"Speaking of which, why are you dressed like this?"

Sheriffs are nominally appointed by each parish council. In the past six months, the Sheriff's Department has laid off many sheriffs due to its inability to cope with the anomalies brought about by the dark moon, resulting in a poor public image. However, it is also recruiting new sheriffs as supplements. , as long as they have a decent badge, they can also sneak into the team by claiming to be the Sheriff of another parish.

Although this sounds unreliable and chaotic, it is much better than the days of Wolf Hunter. For the sake of power and fame, those "city defenders" will even plan crimes themselves.

"I hope to use the power of the Sheriff to investigate the matter here." Bruno only said one sentence.

Clayton knew that he must have hidden a lot, but he did not pursue the question further and returned to the original question: "Is the hunter's cabin real?"

"It's true, but it's more appropriate to call it a smuggler's hut. Out of concern about the high city entry tax, traders from other places are reluctant to approach the city, so the local gang built such a place for trade a few years ago. There is a hunter's cabin up there, and the hidden cellar is usually used to store contraband and supplies, so when Mary said that you had searched all over this area, I thought that what you were looking for was probably there."

The lieutenant frowned: "I won't ask you what you usually transport."

This kind of illegal business is too risky, goes against conscience, and may not earn as much as he does, so he dislikes these activities.

Bruno was very calm: "There is nothing bad to say, that is, some high-tariff and embargoed goods. The goods themselves are legal. What is illegal is just the authority and tax evasion and smuggling itself. Several of my assistants usually go to help, you know Yes, detectives and crime are inextricably linked."

"Your connection is too direct." Clayton couldn't help but say.

"Ordinary jobs can't afford our medicines, and these scars are still painful!"

Bruno raised his left hand and gestured backward. Clayton saw the pale skin and exposed veins on it, as well as a few conspicuous dark red swollen pinholes, which were souvenirs left by various sedatives.

"Since the Luolun War, our army has laid off many people, and their salaries have not been fully paid. There are only damn IOUs. Many people have gone to join gangs, which has caused the business to decline year by year, and the price of medicine has dropped every year. Higher than a year ago. If we don’t follow the trend and do this, we will be sick and moldy in the corner for the rest of our lives, let alone support our family. We are just pursuing a normal life, my brother.”

Clayton snorted coldly: "Don't pretend to be pitiful with me here. You can still go to the theater. You usually only work once or twice a week, and you never pay less for alcohol. It can be seen that crime always makes you rich." of."

"Then what are you going to do, hang me?"

Bruno let go of his grip on the reins and simply raised his hands. Clayton pressed his hand down again.

"Watch the road, idiot!"

"Hey."

When Bruno put his hand on the reins again, Clayton breathed a sigh of relief.

He would not arrest Bruno, an idiot. If he arrested Bruno, it would be equivalent to committing a more serious crime.

As long as this idiot continues to support the families of soldiers who cannot receive pensions, he will have no choice but to continue to bend the law for personal gain.