Werewolf hunting rules

Hook detective Ian Lazarus accepts the offer.

He immediately threw himself into his work, regardless of the fact that the sun was already setting.

"Have you seen this gun?"

"No."

"What about this gentleman?"

"I really can't drink anymore, please put it over there first, thank you. Ugh!"

He took the broken gun that Clayton gave him and asked each table, even the drunks. This serious look made both Clayton and Julius a little bit overwhelmed.

Ian's companions went back after dinner. They had to go back and deal with the remaining salable resources on the dead horse's body. The coachman they hired did not belong to the car rental company, so they needed straightforward compensation.

Regarding this tragedy, the residents of the town were horrified and shocked, but it was not incomprehensible. Last night's attack by the beast in Gev was different from the previous one. It only ate the same amount of meat as a sheep, and most of the dead horses The body remained intact.

Clayton agreed with the locals that this was a last resort.

Horses are actually timid animals. If you want to train military horses, you need blindfolds and long-term training so that they can hear the sound of gunshots without wavering, and this "long-term" may even be one-fifth of their service life. But when the horses are in a group, under the leadership of the leader, the horses will have the courage to resist when facing the beasts. Perhaps it was their resistance that angered the beast, so it killed them all.

While they were chatting, the ugly Mr. Chud Osmar came downstairs again.

He stretched out his fingers wrapped in silk gloves and tapped the counter. This time he said nothing, not even mentioning the "old rules."

However, Pei Lun was able to handle him well. The young man who helped in the kitchen once again carried a large plate full of food and followed Mr. Chu De upstairs.

Clayton looked at their backs going upstairs, stroking his beard and thinking.

Yesterday he just arrived, and he ignored Mr. Chude with the idea of ​​not meddling in other people's business. But today he has a helper, and he has some leisure time to think about this unusual situation.

"Can Mr. Chude eat so much by himself?" he asked Pei Lun.

Such a large tray, filled with food, looked like it would be enough for three people, and Mr. Chudd's size obviously wouldn't be able to handle it, unless he was also a shapeshifter.

Pei Lun added more wine to his glass: "Of course not, he has an entourage, but he doesn't come down often."

Clayton took a sip of wine. The wines in the country tavern were all freshly brewed after this year's autumn harvest. The wine in the cup had a fresh, sweet taste and a strong aroma, unlike the old wine in the city that had astringent and wooden flavor.

"why not?"

This situation is not very common - if the master is responsible for communicating with outsiders, but the servant cannot step out, wouldn't that mean that the master and servant are reversed?

Pei Lun glanced at the stairs nervously, then looked back at him.

"Don't get me wrong, it was me who asked Mr. Chude's entourage not to come down. That gentleman is broad and fat, with an astonishing weight and appetite. If he goes up and down the old stairs several times every day, I'm afraid these wooden boards will be destroyed. I can't survive the winter. If it hadn't been like this, Mr. Chude probably wouldn't be so angry all the time."

The lieutenant burst into laughter.

If one person eats two people's portions, what is an amazing amount of food? He hasn't shown his true ability yet, otherwise Pei Lun will be shocked.

A werewolf's appetite is truly insatiable.

In this way, their second day in Geve came to a successful end.

Clayton and Julius find a flintlock pistol, a haul that almost leads to the killer.

In rural areas, there are no "Urban Public Security Regulations" restricting people's use of guns. Handguns themselves are not expensive, but usually one gun per household is enough. This is considered a family heirloom. When the old gun can still be fired, no one will buy a new gun unless there are other people in the family who have a hunting hobby.

Clayton handed over the task of finding the original owner of the gun to Hook's detective, and they themselves - he decided to go to the church on the third day to ask, or ask the elders in the town if anyone was missing mysteriously in the town. They are going to investigate the identity of the deceased.

Whether Ian Lazarus found the murderer or they found the deceased, success was achieved if only one was achieved.

However, the job of finding the dead sounds straightforward, but in fact it is not simple.

There are no crops to cultivate in the countryside in winter, but short-term workers are scarce in the city, so winter is also the season to go to the city. If someone disappears in the town, it is difficult to tell whether he is dead or has gone to work in the city. You have to hire someone to look for him in the city. , or family members send a letter to ask, and two-phase verification can ensure that his life is not in danger.

Of course, if the ivory pendant was indeed made by Lawrence, the town's jewelry maker, then they would get the answer immediately.

But this most pleasant possibility was ruled out by Clayton from the beginning, and he thought he was not so lucky.

After spending the night, under Perun's guidance, they set off to find Lawrence at his residence.

This jewelry maker is bald, with only white hair on both sides forming a split circle. He wears glasses on his face. He was just over fifty and already aged as if he were seventy, and all his passion seemed to be buried in his wrinkles. It was obviously because of his frequent contact with corrosive chemicals in his work and the unscientific processing environment. The dangers of the chemicals were unleashed without reserve, and they wreaked havoc on his body.

He warmly welcomed the two guests from the city and hugged them one by one.

In addition to smelling the old man's sour smell, Clayton also noticed the acid etching marks on his hands that looked very familiar. The lieutenant also had some on his hands, but not many.

After asking them to sit down in the living room, Lawrence asked the maid to make tea for them and sat down himself.

"Then what do you two want from me?"

"We want to know if this ivory necklace is your work," Julius said.

Beside him, Clayton wordlessly extended his hand to display the jewel of doom.

The lieutenant was determined not to let his bad luck hinder the smooth progress of the situation before setting off, and his resistance was to let Julius speak alone - even though the mage stated that doing so had no effect.

The superstitious habits of country people still affected Clayton's thinking, whether he wanted to admit it or not.

Lawrence's eyes narrowed behind his lenses. He stretched out his hand to bring the necklace closer, but with just a slight movement, Clayton did the opposite and moved the necklace out of his reach.

Facing the puzzled look of the jewelry craftsman, Julius explained: "Sorry, the current condition of this necklace is not good enough. It was soaked in vinegar before, so it is now very easy to damage. We want to minimize the number of times it is handled. Process. If you can't see clearly, just say so and ask my companion to get it closer to you."

This explanation is quite reasonable.

Although there was still a slight hint of distrust, Lawrence understood them well.

He asked Clayton to turn the ivory picture frame over, revealing the engraved text on the back.

Those lines had been corroded by water or other liquids and could not be identified, but when Lawrence saw them, he subconsciously nodded frequently, giving Clayton hope.

"Why, do you recognize it?"

"It was indeed made by me. It was probably completed in mid-October." Lawrence didn't look at the necklace anymore. He took off his glasses.

"So, we want to know who ordered this necklace."

Facing the mage's questioning, Lawrence shook his head: "Unfortunately, I don't know either."

"But the buyer always gave the address, right? Or did he send someone to pick it up?"

"Although this necklace was made by me, my son Danny is responsible for contacting the buyer, including the steps of charging and delivery. If you want to know, I will call him down now. But he has a bad temper recently and doesn’t really want to meet outsiders, especially handsome foreigners.”

"Why is that? We never offended him." Julius asked him.

Lawrence smiled happily: "Why should a young man of this age be worried? Of course it is for the woman he loves! The girl he has always liked has been abducted by a stranger!"

The old man's teasing seems to be suspected of publicizing family disgrace, but if he doesn't make a statement in advance, it will inevitably make everyone unhappy.

Exposing one's own shortcomings is the wisdom of country people.

Clayton was very used to this, so he laughed along with Julius without any scruples.

The old jeweler's son came down soon. This young man named Danny was much more handsome than they had imagined.

Obviously his facial features are the same as those of Lawrence, but the combination of those ordinary shapes in slightly different positions makes him appear to be shrewd, capable, calm and intelligent.

After knowing their purpose, Danny showed a troubled expression.

"I don't know who the buyer is. I just know that he is a foreigner. After the necklace was delivered, he couldn't wait to leave here."

"We want to hear about him," Julius said.

"There's nothing to say. We just played at the same card table. Accepting this order is just a matter of convenience." At this point, Danny scratched his head and asked them in confusion: "You must know So clearly what to do? Did he commit a crime?"

Clayton and Julius looked at each other and took out their Sheriff's Silver Star badges.

"To be precise, we are worried that someone has committed a crime against him." The mage took out the cracked lead bullet from his pocket and placed it on the table between the two parties: "Some of the traces he left made us I doubt he ever left town."

"Do you suspect that there are unscrupulous people in our town who have become robbers?" Lawrence asked coldly.

The smile on the old man's face completely disappeared, and this heartless suspicion instantly ignited the fuse in his heart.

"What a sinister intention! How could I open the door for people like you?!" He stood up with a roar, almost punching the two police officers on the spot, but his son tried his best to stop them, and the two police officers were able to get away. Finally, leave their home without any harm.

It wasn't until he stopped a hundred yards away from the house that Julius yelled angrily at Clayton:

"I just said shutting up is useless!"