Werewolf hunting rules

"Maybe your wording isn't quite right," Clayton said.

Julius raised his hands and scratched his long hair, as if this could comb out all his frustrations.

"Can this be my problem? Who knows what taboos these country bumpkins have?!"

He was right, Clayton was also born in the country, but he didn't expect that the situation would turn out like this.

"If you had just held that old man down, I don't believe he can defeat a werewolf!" The mage waved his fist feverishly, almost telling Clayton to go back and fight with him.

Clayton was not one to respond to such expectations.

"Stop talking nonsense. If we have a fight with him, we might not be able to get out of this town." He warned Julius.

Batnubyrevo is much older, but he also has some knowledge of the unspoken rules of the small town.

In a traditional town like this where even steam mills have not replaced water-powered mills, the residents have lived here for a long time and are related to each other. If you offend one person, you offend a group. If the foreigner really dies at the hands of the locals, then they will You should be careful and have enough evidence before you come forward to expose it, or kill the person quietly.

A corpse disappears within a week after being dumped in the wetland, and this is the same for everyone.

Julius was discouraged: "Then what do we do now?"

"Wait here for a while until Danny goes out and we can talk to him alone."

Toilets in the countryside were built outside residential buildings, so Danny had to go out as long as he was alive.

Clayton and Julius soon got the opportunity they wanted.

They peeked at the door of Lawrence's house from behind a fence not far away. When they saw the old jeweler's son going out, Clayton immediately led the mage over to stop him.

Danny looked very uncomfortable when he saw them, obviously not expecting that these two people were still waiting for him outside.

"I know you have some questions, but I'm not free now. Let's talk later, okay?" He walked around, raised his palms and pointed them at them, while retreating towards the outdoor toilet: "Just a moment."

Clayton didn't intend to let him get his wish, so he went around to the other side and blocked his way.

"Just a few simple questions, it'll be over soon."

When a person is in a hurry to go to the bathroom, his level of lying drops dramatically—a tidbit that a professional interrogator told Creighton over drinks.

No one would usually refuse a request from a big man about six and a half feet tall, especially when he was firmly blocking the way - Danny stopped helplessly and stood between Clayton and Julius, He compromised.

"Okay, you guys, please ask."

"Who else has that foreigner been in contact with?" Clayton paid close attention to the change in the young man's expression when asking.

Apart from the surprise of being intercepted, he looked a little confused, but overall it was quite natural.

"Are you staying in a hotel now? The boss, Pei Lun, has met him before." Danny thought for a moment and answered fluently. It was obvious that he was really anxious.

"What does that stranger look like?"

"The man has a hooked nose and long ocher-colored hair that falls just above his shoulders. He looks to be about 20 or 30 years old,"

"Great, thank you for your cooperation." Clayton moved away from Danny's path.

"Wish you a happy time." Julius waved to him.

The jeweler's son ran away as if he had seen a ghost.

When they returned to the hotel, they saw Perun shoveling snow at the door.

There are also some outdoor long tables and chairs outside the hotel for guests to rest, but it is still broad daylight and no one else is here except them.

Clayton repeated what Danny said about the foreigner's appearance to little Peron. The latter thought for a moment, but shook his head.

"I don't remember very clearly. There were too many foreigners who came to town last month."

"Who's coming to town?" Clayton asked him.

Pei Lun put down the shovel and counted with his fingers: "There were traveling circuses and witches, and some people looking for work. They made a lot of trouble after drinking, and then left. Later they came to the city. A group of priests and civil servants from the Health Bureau came to investigate the health situation in the town, and soldiers joined them. They stayed here for a while, and took some people who were unwell to the city for treatment. ."

He calculated that there were forty or fifty foreigners he had seen last month, and most of them had been at the card table. He couldn't remember anyone gambling with Danny, only that Danny seemed to have gambled with him. Someone got into a fight and got hurt, so he was depressed all the time.

As for the descriptions of his appearance—unfortunately, they were not remarkable enough to impress Peron.

Clayton frowned and continued to ask, "Has anyone died recently in this town?"

"Why are you asking this?" Pei Lun became alert.

The lieutenant took out the necklace.

"Do you remember it?"

Perun looked at it, then looked at Clayton, and he nodded: "Of course, you asked me the night you came."

"When we received it it was covered in blood so we were worried its owner had been injured."

Clayton distorted some facts, expressed his concerns in euphemistic terms, and finally added: "We just went to Mr. Lawrence's home and have determined that this necklace was made by him, but neither he nor Mr. Danny We couldn't contact the buyer, but Mr. Danny only remembered that he played cards with that person in the hotel, so we came to find you."

Pei Lun's face turned pale.

It doesn't sound like you're doing anything bad by any means.

But unfortunately, he still couldn't help.

"If you really want to know who that necklace belongs to, you might as well ask the priests and priests in the church."

"Because they hang out so closely with women?" Julius interjected.

Pei Lun re-examined this person and determined that this person's thoughts were more bizarre than his hairstyle.

"No, it's because the window of the confessional is so low that the clergy can only see the penitent's chest. If they had seen this necklace, they would have been deeply impressed."

There were not many people in the town, and the clergy held services every week, so he could recognize almost everyone over the years. Setting the window of the confessional low is actually of no use to them, it just makes the penitent feel better.

Churches in small places are like this.

Clayton thought this was a good suggestion and decided to go in the afternoon.

There was still an hour before noon, and they still had enough time to rest and have lunch at the hotel, just in time to wait for the results of Ian's investigation.

He thanked little Perun, then went inside and went upstairs.

Julius followed him, and the two of them made the old stairs creak.

"With any luck, we can find out who the original owner of the necklace is today." The lieutenant said optimistically. He was not light in weight, and the wooden board groaned violently under his feet. It wasn't until he walked up to the second floor that he restrained himself.

"Since you say so, it definitely won't work."

Julius was still very good at making people unhappy, but there was nothing wrong with what he said. The lieutenant was clearly not in the "lucky" category now.

He was walking towards his room holding on to the railing next to him, and when he heard this, he smacked his head in frustration.

The force of this slap was not very strong, but the railings and several connected floors at the lower end tilted outwards suddenly, including the one under Clayton's feet. His heavy body also tilted outwards as the floor sank.

The long horizontal beams have been exposed to wind and sun for a long time and are no longer so strong.

Under the force of the external force, it broke under the load, and Clayton fell directly through the breach.

Julius's reaction was not timely enough, and he could only watch him disappear through the gap in the railing.

The heavy body wrapped in a black coat hit the ground like a stone, which was covered with rough snow that Pei Lun had not yet cleared. The collision between the two made almost no sound, but anyone with experience knew how tragic it was. Throw.

"Seven hells!"

Perun threw away the shovel and ran over with a cry, but before he could reach out to help him, Clayton had already stood up. He refused Perun's help and stood like a javelin, with his head full of gray for him to see. Going up is more mature.

"Everything is fine with me. It's just that your hotel needs to be repaired."

"You don't have to worry, he's very strong." Julius also shouted from upstairs.

Pei Lun breathed a sigh of relief when he learned that there was nothing wrong with his guest - at least he was not willing to blame it on himself.

He looked up at the broken part of the railing, which was in front of the third door of the room on the second floor, and couldn't help but lament.

"That's true. Mr. Kuok must have ruined it."

Clayton had never heard of this name before, but he knew that the room Perun was looking at belonged to the entourage of the painter Chude, so he immediately connected the two.

This is a bit strange, he himself doesn't look too light, but Pei Lun never seems to worry about him crushing anything.

How fat is that Mr. Quaker?

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a very tall man came out and looked around. Clayton looked at him in surprise. Even standing on the first floor, the lieutenant could feel that the other person's posture was unusual.

He is only slightly taller than an average person, but his body is extremely stocky and plump, and he can squeeze out of the door frame. The woolen dress on him looked like someone had decided to keep potatoes warm on a whim, and on that plate-like face, a pair of beetle-like black eyes were round and bright, but they hardly gave off the impression of intelligence. Looking further down, the fleshy nose and lips appear small compared to the face, adding a bit of childishness to the man.

What was even more difficult to ignore was that there was a red slap mark on his face.

If Mr. Quaker didn't go out much, it could only have been a slap in the face from his master, the painter Chude.

When the ghost came, the fourth door on the second floor opened, and Chu De walked out.

The noise outside was so loud that it was hard not to hear.

He looked at the missing railings on the edge of the corridor and the people watching downstairs. Then he turned around and saw Kuo Ke going out. His ugly face immediately twisted, and vicious flames spewed out of his eyes. He took a few steps forward. He walked in front of his follower and slapped him again, this time hitting the same spot, adding luster to the previous mark.

"You messed up again!" he said bitterly.

The fat follower didn't make any rebuttal and just covered his face.

Mr. Chude turned back and glanced coldly at Julius who was downstairs and in the corridor, and pushed his entourage into the room without giving them a chance to explain the situation.

Everyone heard the door lock.