Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 158
Creighton could have gone back to rest, but he didn't.

Neither did Hook's detectives.

They all wanted to know the results of the test as soon as possible, so they stayed here.

Behind the high platform - on both sides of the church is the land where the clergy cultivated medicinal herbs. The guards in the town are not close to this place. They stand on each side and sit and watch how the locals deal with it.

The counsel of the elders had no effect.

Maybe the wolf-howling being was not in this batch, or maybe he heard it but ignored the warning. They waited for a while, but the crowd remained silent. They looked at each other, but no one stood up.

The old people on the high platform whispered to each other and asked the people below to line up for testing.

Julius poked Clayton with his elbow: "I thought you would be caught by luck, look at your face now, you look like a dead man before you have cast a spell. If I He is the first to catch you."

"You shut up," Clayton replied curtly.

The werewolf curse had left his newborn skin white as paper, pure but unhealthy, while the yellow iris, dilated almost two-thirds of the way to the eye, shimmered.

But for now, these abnormalities can still be covered up with "special cosmetics for urbanites".

Residents of Gevaux even believed in what Julius said, "the ax is the fashion," and there was no reason not to believe it.

"Okay, but some things can't be solved by shutting up. The curse will make your inhuman traits more obvious." Julius's tone suddenly softened, and his eyes looked at the familiar faces in the crowd. The face, the corners of the mouth got rid of the smile.

He raised his chin and nodded where he was looking: "Look there. They don't look very optimistic."

In the direction he was looking at, the jeweler's family gathered together there.

Lawrence's face was very disturbed, and when he saw the guards passing by, he would open his mouth slightly to them, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't speak in the end.As for his son Danny, he seemed to have thought of something, with a somewhat sad expression on his face.

As for Lawrence's wife, Danny's mother—the woman who seemed ignorant of their concerns, was talking kindly in low voices with the other old ladies.

"Something suspicious, but I don't think it's any of them."

Clayton whispered, "I didn't smell raw flesh when I was in their house, and I didn't smell perfume. Unless they've been hunting and eating in the wild, it's impossible to get that clean."

Jewelers are more lucrative than normal jobs, and the trade orders that supply the raw materials give them plenty of opportunity for corruption.As far as he knew, no jewelry craftsman would not do this. This was almost an unspoken rule that all employers acquiesced.

There is an old saying that "silver is mixed with the gold crown".

Closer to home, with the income of a jeweler, there is no way to get legal meat. He only needs to raise a few more dogs to fool the people around him, and no one cares how much food the dogs will waste.

Besides, the look on Danny's face was anything but frightened.

Julius looked at them carefully again, and had to admit that Clayton's conclusion might be more correct.

He immediately lost interest and looked away.

"It's really boring here, I'll go for a walk around here."

With the streets of the town ablaze and people on patrol, he wasn't worried about safety.

Creighton silently nodded and allowed him to leave, while his own eyes continued to stare at the crowd.

While they were talking, four people had already completed the test. They raised their hands to show their wounds to others as the elders did before, and then walked aside to be bandaged by the woman.

Painters also stand among the crowd to be tested.

Although they were foreigners, they had been here for a while, so they were naturally included in the suspect list.

The two painters who were repairing the murals in the church were unhappy, and they repeatedly stated to the guards that they must not cause wounds on their fingers or even their entire arms, otherwise it would affect the progress of the repair work.

The lieutenant noticed that Louis was also frequently looking at them.This is not a good sign.

If a priest can't even tell whether the outsiders who come in and out of the church he serves every day are dark descendants, then he obviously won't have any miracles.

Chu De Osmar and his fat entourage were also in the crowd. The former still showed that arrogant expression as always, while the latter looked confused, as if he had just been adopted by Chu De from the workhouse.

Clayton gradually lost interest in these people. He felt that he might not find anything tonight, so he turned his attention to the detectives.

He remembered that Ian Lazarus still had something to say.

"Did you find anything about that gun?" He walked over and asked.

Ian showed an expression as if he had just woken up from a dream, which made Clayton feel bad, but the other detective partners all looked familiar.

The blond-haired, blue-eyed young detective lifted his jacket to reveal a large string of knives and flintlock pistols hanging underneath. His hand took out a folded paper from one of the pockets and opened it. Clayton saw ink Through the traces of poor quality paper.

"memorandum".

Ian remembered the function of this note very carefully, and it did have an effect, but the meaning of its existence made the lieutenant very disturbed.

He seemed to have given this task to the other party last night.

"Ah, your request has been fulfilled!" Ian's answer after reading the memo was in line with Clayton's expectations, but there was even a bit of unearned surprise in his voice, as if he had completely forgotten that he was pursuing the investigation The process, so the feelings have been completely relaxed.

"I found someone who knew the gun, but before she could explain it, her husband brought her into the house."

Creighton already knew the results of his investigation before Ian said it.

This guy actually wrote down the reason for his refusal in the memo!

"I paid a lot of deposit, and your investigation should have more content." Clayton directly took his memo for review.

Ian's performance was taken aback: "Sorry, I recorded it as the full cost."

The lieutenant looked angrily at Ian's accomplice.

"Is this the only quality of your service?"

Rabbit Ace let go of his hands on his chest and stood in front of Ian: "I'm sorry, but don't look at him like this. He is very serious in his work. He was in charge of real estate sales for the firm in Sasha City last month. It’s just bad luck, I was surprised there, and it became what it is now.”

Clayton trembled in the hand holding the memo.

"What did he go through?"

"The last employer killed his team badly, and was suspected of a family honor murder. Our detective wanted to protect the employer under the threat of the enemy, but she later attacked our young man, intending to cover up the family scandal. This betrayal caused several of our companions to die, do you dare to imagine such a thing?"

Ace still had lingering fears when he mentioned this matter. With the help of the Sasha City Government, they were able to enter the Cules family's house to collect the corpses of their colleagues.

Part of the wreckage showed that they were not killed by the enemy, but were attacked and eaten by their employer without any precautions, which also put an end to the follow-up cooperation between the firm and the Holy Grail Society.

Firms may not want their employees' lives, but they cannot force employees to not want their own lives.

Unreputable employers are also not accepted by the industry.

Without the Holy Grail Society, the local Presbyterian Church can also be their partner.

The brown-haired Robin Hood nodded, and added: "Ian's brother was killed by his employer. If he hadn't been resting in the guest room of the government building at that time, he might have died there too."

Clayton had mixed feelings when he heard events he knew and participated in being portrayed in another way.

It sounds like some people died under the hands of Athena Brugge, but he didn't investigate the follow-up results, so he didn't know how much the other party falsified in order to relay this incident. Perhaps Ian's Maybe my brother is dying in my hands.

This possibility made him alert, unwilling to get in touch with Ian any further.

There is a high probability that mercenaries will not become enemies because of the death of their companions, but if their companions are also blood relatives, there is no room for maneuver.

This threatening possibility was also unacceptable to Creighton.

It's best for them not to keep in touch, this is also a test for his conscience.

"That's enough, I've heard enough reasons. I can do the rest by myself. The previously negotiated fee will be paid tomorrow, but only half of it is because he has only done half of his work." He said coldly, Then turn around and walk away, as if untouched by what they said, belonging to the unapproachable role in society.

Detective Hook was also used to this kind of role, and watched him leave without objection.

But at this moment, something went wrong with the inspection process on the square, which once again attracted everyone's attention.

"This candlestick is not silver," said a man being tested.

The person next to him asked him, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," he replied.

This point of view has caused an uproar. If this statement is true, it means that the previous test results are invalid, and no one around can be trusted.

It had such an effect that the elder rang the bell several times before the crowd was quiet again.

An elder on the high platform asked the man: "Mr. James, I remember that you are a doctor, not a goldsmith. Why did you make such a judgment?"

Dr. James, the doctor Clayton took Bill to visit in the afternoon, went to the front of the crowd and held up the candlestick, its silver background reflecting gold in the firelight.

"I'm not a goldsmith, but I know that sulfur-containing chemicals can turn silver black. As you all know, I accidentally injured my hand today, and I can't operate it, which caused Bill to go to the city for medical treatment. And just now, in order not to create a new wound, I let the candlestick touch the old wound that I had cleaned with sulfur powder. But at this time, I noticed that the appearance of the candlestick was very clean, not like the old Silverware, so I became suspicious and pressed it on the wound for a while, and the result was just as I expected."

People noticed that the silver candlestick in his hand didn't look variegated at all, it was still as clean as new.

(End of this chapter)