Werewolf hunting rules

Unable to sit still.

This is where Creighton is now.

After returning from the old mansion of the Mani family, the first thing he did was to inform Bruno to end the investigation of the Broken Wing Angel Club.

In the detective agency, that is, at his own home, Bruno poured Clayton a cup of tea, with very few tea leaves placed in it.

"You want to see the progress of the work so soon? It's only been a week, so don't expect us to find out much."

Clayton didn't care. He drank the tea in one gulp: "I didn't think so. Stop the investigation now and submit a report to me on your findings. The commission is about to end."

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Bruno straightened up, his expression solemn.

He also remembered Clayton saying that the mission was dangerous.

The other party's current expression does not look like he has perfectly solved the incident behind him.

"There was an accident." Clayton didn't want to say more.

Bruno looked at his expression, got up and went to the bedroom to get a bottle of wine to replace the tea on the table.

He poured a little into Clayton's cup and took back most of the rest.

"I will ask the assistant in charge of the investigation to write the paper report as soon as possible and hand it in no later than next Friday. Remember to check the mailbox every day."

Clayton nodded, raised his glass again and drank in one gulp.

"Thanks."

After settling the matter here, he rushed to his home in St. Mored Parish as if chasing time.

He was not very reassured by the new residents at home.

It's in the study, in the display cabinet nailed to the wall.

The bowl-shaped glass fish tank contains the head of a beautiful girl, with blond hair floating like seaweed.

Through the curved glass with distorted light, she saw Clayton opening the door with the key and coming in. Anger suddenly appeared on his face, and he opened his mouth and roared:

"Guru-lu-lu. Gulu-lu."

There were no bubbles, just the liquid in the fish tank boiling.

Even though she lost most of her body, she still retained some weak abilities to interfere with the outside world.

But Clayton had found something to restrain her so that she wouldn't recover and escape when he left the house.

The transparent liquid in the fish tank is not water, but the developer he bought in the photo studio.

This liquid contains silver halide, which is the so-called silver salt solution.

The thin silver salt solution could not cause much harm to Clara, but it could still suppress the powerful recovery power.

Clayton wasn't going to keep her in the fish tank.

He couldn't remember who told him, but in short, he could get valuable information from the mouth of this demon who only had his head left.

If you want her to speak, you have to take her out.

Although Clara acted very evil when she wanted to kill Clayton and her real body was very ugly, she was still very deceptive after only her head was left.

To an outsider, they would only think it was the head of a sixteen or seventeen year old girl.

Clayton had to admit that he felt pity again, but this did not prevent him from doing business.

He put his hands into the fish tank and took Clara out.

"Clara, if you agree to cooperate, I can promise it to you."

"puff!"

Clara pouted her mouth, and the developer in her mouth shot out like an arrow, hitting Clayton's face and splashing water.

"I suggest you adjust your attitude!"

Clayton frowned, pushed her back into the fish tank, then rushed into the bathroom and turned on the faucet to wash his face.

When he returned to the study again, he saw Clara soaking in the fish tank and trying to swim with her tongue.

He tried to take her out again, this time more prepared.

"You have to be obedient. Be obedient and I will give you this -"

Clayton took out the leftover raw beef mince he had eaten at night, and it was still dripping with blood. Clara's eyes immediately sucked it up.

He threw the small piece into the fish tank.

The minced beef sank slowly in a liquid that was denser than water. Clara opened her mouth and sucked it into her mouth. The water sucked into her mouth was discharged from her neck, even pushing her up a little.

It seems like he likes it very much.

While Clara was chewing and unable to squirt, he took her out.

Looking at the demon who was bent on eating, Clayton suddenly had the illusion that he was raising a turtle or a crab, and felt a sense of sadness in his heart.

He is the son of a farmer, and the animals he has come into contact with in the past are all large and docile.

Whether they are cattle, sheep or horses, those herbivores often make him realize that there are creatures in the world that are much nobler and more pure than humans.

Now he is reduced to feeding the devil.

Raising something like Clara is simply depraved!

Moreover, it feels subtly disgusting, and the skin is as smooth and tender as a skinned dead person.

"Tell me, how did you come to Mani's old house? Tell me this, and you can eat more." Clayton made an offer to seduce her, holding another piece of meat between his fingers and shaking it gently in front of Clara's eyes.

Clara snorted from her nose.

The werewolf was very dissatisfied with her attitude, but he became curious again - how did she digest food now that she didn't even have a stomach?

Creighton quickly regretted it as he opened her mouth slightly to observe.

The minced meat was spread flat on the cracked tongue, and the particles on Clara's tongue coating that were supposed to be taste buds were extremely large, squirming and squeezing the minced meat into the cracks.

"You go on eating, we'll talk later." He said to the head.

Clara answered him with a scream:

"ah!"

The whole house was pierced by this sound, so sharp that it seemed to penetrate people's hearts.

Clayton was shocked for several seconds, but then his expression changed. It could be said that he put her back into the fish tank in a panic and covered the fish tank with a rag.

There was a knock on the door soon.

Clayton knew who was coming before he even opened the door.

It was the landlady who lived next door who came over to check on the situation because she heard the screams.

She owns several homes, but the one Clayton rents is the most expensive of her properties.

This old lady was over sixty years old and her face was full of wrinkles, but she was still quite alert. She tilted her head and looked around Clayton at the door to look indoors:

"I just thought I heard a girl screaming."

Although Clayton was externally labeled as a proper gentleman, he was not so trustworthy in the eyes of the old lady because he had never married.

Clayton also knew this. He held the door frame with his arms to prevent the other party from entering without authorization: "I was boiling water just now, but there seemed to be something wrong with the kettle, and it screamed very loudly. But don't worry, I have solved it. The debris is being processed now."

The landlady was dubious, but because the room was neatly tidied and she couldn't find any traces of a struggle, she had no choice but to give up.

"I'll ask the maid to boil some more water and bring it over."

"Thank you, thank you" Clayton pretended to be grateful and sent her off.

Closing the door, he returned to his study, trembling more than he was fighting.

If Clara was discovered by ordinary people, his career in St. Mored Parish would be over, and there would be nothing he could do to cover it up.

It still seems quite difficult to tame Clara step by step, and she is quite uncooperative.

Maybe it's time to think about moving.

At least move to a place where no one will come to check on you even if you make strange noises.

The bustling city center is a great place to be.

Even after moving, he felt a little annoyed that he had to write a lot of letters to a lot of people to inform him about it.

Clayton opened Tritis's book again, trying to find a way to quickly make friends with the devil, but found nothing.

I don’t know if this part is beyond the scope of occult enthusiasts, or if it is the most basic part so I didn’t write it.

Perhaps the Presbyterian Church can help him improve his knowledge level.

By the way, ask yourself who your evaluator is.

"I'm looking for Galid."

Clayton once again came to the Sheriff's Office of St. Mellon Parish.

It was already Sunday and there were so many people in the lobby that he had to speak at the top of his lungs to be heard by the receptionist.

Thinking about it carefully, the evaluator who couldn't remember didn't say at all what time he would arrive at the Pulitzer family mansion tomorrow.

How could he accept the invitation?

Galeed was the only Presbyterian he knew, so he came to inquire.

The receptionist pointed upstairs: "Mr. Galeed is also on duty in the archives today."

Clayton went upstairs and saw a tired-looking Galeed in the archives room.

"Of course the banquet starts at seven o'clock in the evening, but because of our special nature, it doesn't matter if you arrive earlier."

After hearing his question, Galid showed an expression like "Why don't you know anything?"

"We have to go to work during the day. Some newborns still have jobs where you will be fired if you ask for leave. Not everyone can do nothing during the working day like you!"

Clayton took a step back. Although he was not that free and had been taking time to work, he also knew that this was not the time to refute.

Fortunately, Galid calmed down quickly: "I'm sorry, but I'm not in a good state today."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not supposed to be working here today, my partner is on temporary leave, so I'm filling in for her."

If it weren't for Marietta's personal reasons, he could go fishing on the weekends.

"The Presbyterian Church operates secretly?" Clayton understood it to mean something else.

"No, my partner is just a regular guy."

"Aren't you worried about being exposed at work?"

"No, she's happy to do it."

Not saying "already know", but "happy to do so".

Clayton began to speculate on the other party's work content.

"He" and "she" were different words in Dornish. He thought that she might be a woman with serious violent tendencies. After all, the sheriff needed to be in constant physical contact with people to subdue criminals, which was neither good nor bad for a woman. Respect is also difficult to do.

No woman would join the Sheriff's Department if she didn't have a special interest in it.

Such people are really rare.

Clayton thought for a while, then suddenly remembered that Marietta seemed to be a sheriff, so he wanted to ask.

However, Galid spoke first, with a meaningful tone: "By the way, the reason for her taking leave is that she is engaged. This may be a good thing for you."

Once married, Marietta may not have as much energy to investigate Clayton.

Clayton failed to understand this. He just felt that the people he met recently were becoming less and less talkative.