Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Priest Louis left the Perrault home.

Hook Detective Ian Lazarus catches up to him from behind.

There is still a fire carnival plan in the town tonight, or no one has clearly announced it, but the fires on the streets have gradually lit up, and people keep coming out of the room to add fuel to the fire, maybe someone will notice this thing.

Ian doesn't have much time, and he has to hurry when he has to do anything.

"Priest, what are you doing at Mr. Perrault's?" His hand in his pocket gripped the gun.

The person who attacked the circus was very likely to be a high-ranking person in Gevaux. Doctors, elders, and priests all fit this definition.

Priest Louis still remembered him, and his eyes turned slightly to the left and then came back again.

"You're a detective on business."

Ian stared into his eyes, trying to see any possibility of guilt in them.

"It's me. Now please answer my question."

"I'm just here to inform him to go to the square, we have a new werewolf detection protocol."

At this point, Priest Louis looked at him and said, "Since you are here, the person we sent to inform you probably failed to inform you of this matter, so I should also tell you this matter—our You are also the ones who need to participate in the new testing plan. As before, gather in the square in front of the church after dinner. It can be a little later, but not too late. If you don’t want to, I’m afraid we will have to expel you from the town. To prevent the residents here from taking unnecessary risks."

The priest looked serious and serious, and there had indeed been similar activities in the past few days. What he said was more credible, and Ian's hands were slightly loosened.

"Who are all going?"

"Outsiders who come to the town within half a year, and those who frequently deal with outsiders must go. Werewolves can spread wolf's poison under extremely special conditions and transform other people into their own kind. Although this situation is not common, But it’s not entirely impossible.”

The time to be suspicious has been extended to half a year, and the locals involved with foreigners have also been included in the suspect list because of contact, which sounds like they are going to be serious.

Ian wanted to say something, but he forgot what he wanted to say when he opened his mouth.

Louis didn't mean to wait for him, and continued on his own: "This new plan was drawn up by Mr. Bello, the sheriff from the city. Except for his family and his assistant, there are no other exceptions that can escape the test. "

After the priest explained the matter, he turned and left very naturally.

Ian Lazarus faintly felt that something was wrong, but he had no time to ask further questions.

He hurriedly put down the gun in his pocket and took out the memo and pen. He had a bad memory and had to write down these things before he forgot them.

Earlier when Ian was doing this, Clayton and his team were investigating the last target.

Circus musicians.

The corpse was covered in blood from the way Creighton had killed it, but nothing was missing—not organs or clothing.

The evil thing's treatment of these dead seems to be random. The only thing that the processed corpses have in common is that they were all male before their death, and their height and appearance belonged to the average level of ordinary people.

They originally wanted to suspect that the villain preferred women and dwarves, but the "musician" who also had unfavorable factors was not manipulated, so this factor was also ruled out.

Clayton and Julius had to reprocess the body and hide it, of course in a different place.

The antique dealers were not very satisfied with the results of the afternoon's actions. Perhaps longer thinking could provide them with some inspiration, but they really didn't have more free time this afternoon, and it took them several hours just to hurry.

And when the night comes, they must go back to the town again.

Being out in the wild at this dangerous time doesn't make sense even if they all have armed forces.

This is all for Donna. If she can live in Barbara's house, the two men Clayton and Julius can use the excuse of the sheriff to hunt down the murderer to cover up the past when they are investigating outside, and take the women to go out to engage in dangerous activities. Activities, this is unreasonable everywhere.

But Donna herself didn't realize this, and Creighton knew from the thoughtful expression on her face that she was completely addicted to the detective game.

It would be great if she could devote herself to school like this in the future, the lieutenant thought expectantly.

When they returned to Gervaux, a young patrol member was waiting for them at the door of the hotel. When he saw them, he said, "Mr. Answer them."

This request is a bit strange, but there is nothing wrong with it.

Clayton agreed, and borrowed a piece of paper from Pei Lun to write down their only harvest in the afternoon-that is, the fact that the evil thing that appeared in the town was a leather craftsman, and entrusted this patrol member to deliver the note to Priest Louis .

He only said that Donna's mother had also been a priest, so they knew a lot about monsters, and the evidence left by the leatherworker was all on the animal trainer.

This excuse was enough to prevaricate Priest Louis.

There were no traces of the leatherworker on the animal trainers, but even if it were proved, they could be presumed to have made a mistake in judgment.

There are people in this world who know little about occultism and still claim to be experts, and they are not bad.

From inside the inn came the bleating of sheep.

Donna looked curiously at the direction of the sound, but Clayton sent her and the wizard upstairs, not allowing her to pass.

Antique dealers have to check out the backyard by themselves.

He walked through the warehouse and his temporary bed, and saw the innkeeper, Little Pei Lun, practicing with his ancestral two-handed sword.

Vertical cuts, oblique strokes, and horizontal strokes. Every strike was serious, as if Pei Lun was fighting an invisible enemy.When he was young and strong, he held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and the movement of his feet and waist matched his swinging movements.

If there was a real person standing in front of him, he would be chopped into pieces at this moment.

At least the sheep in the backyard were terrified and hid in corners away from him.

Clayton has experienced hundreds of battles. Although he is only good at the cavalry sword, he has fought many Toton knights and knows how to appreciate the level of swordsmanship.He could see that little Pei Lun's swordsmanship was exquisite, and he was worthy of being the descendant of Rewo's former lord.

Noticing that others were watching him, Pei Lun stopped, leaned on the sword with one hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and smiled embarrassedly at Clayton.

"This is one of the few legacy my grandfather left me."

Clayton said politely: "It is very precious, I can see it. But it may not be able to display its full value here."

"I don't intend to rely on swordsmanship for a living. No one can use two-handed swords anymore. Everyone likes to keep one hand to shoot." Pei Lun stepped on the stump with one foot, and his figure relaxed: "It may be so It's funny, but I just feel like the world is getting messier and a little disturbing, and two-handed swords are the best thing I've learned"

"Do you think so because of a werewolf?" the lieutenant asked him.

"Not at all."

Pei Lun's answer made him heave a sigh of relief, and then he sighed himself: "Innkeepers always have better news than others, and I think a sheriff like you might know it in the city. They are as nasty as rats and they are everywhere. I heard about the animal trainer, and what you said at the gate of the town. The gangsters are indeed getting closer to us, and the army in Sasha City is too far away. Far."

Clayton comforted him: "You need law and order forces, but I believe this will get better soon. Hook's gunmen are about to settle down here."

Hook detectives are about to build a base here. With the group of armed detectives on the periphery to resist danger, perhaps the level of law and order in Rewo will be better than that in Sasha City. After all, there are fewer people who need to be looked after here.

"Thank you for your blessings."

Pei Lun kicked up the scabbard from the ground and stuffed the two-handed sword into it, his face relaxed a lot.

Creighton's consolation was very useful to him.

"By the way, Mr. Bello, the advertisement you entrusted me to release is effective. Two companies have contacted me to sell old furniture and decorations. I will give you the address later."

"Thank you," Clayton said. "And you, do you have anything to sell?"

He was also envious of the fortunes of the fallen nobles. The storage of the town lord must be more tasteful than the things of ordinary people.

"It's all here."

Pei Lun tapped the ground with his scabbard: "I'm sorry, I've already sold all the things that can be sold, and the rest have become this store. If my father didn't owe so many gambling debts, maybe I can pay back the money." I can save some for you."

Clayton laughed. He liked the young man's sense of humor.

In addition to the bad investment in the early stage, he also owed a lot of money to run the "Rusted Silver Coin" shop. It was not until last month that he paid off all the debts with the remuneration of the Presbyterian Church. He is very kind.

Pei Lun looked at the darkening sky and said, "It's time for me to chop vegetables too. It won't be too late if you wait until you are hungry."

He put the two-handed sword under his arm and walked towards the back kitchen.

Today's dinner is very rich, not only the wild boar from Clayton, but also fresh lamb.

Clayton asked Pei Lun to kill the sheep he bought, and let the drinkers who came to the hotel to kill time tonight eat some, and everyone was satisfied.It's just that when these local guests wanted to stay and repeat the carnival night of the previous few days, Pei Lun started knocking on the counter to drive them away.

"Go home, not today, I'm going to lock the door later."

Clayton felt that this incident was extremely unusual. Pei Lun had been staying in the hotel for the past few days, sleeping on the second floor of the warehouse on the east side of the backyard, or in the underground wine cellar.

"Do you have something to go out?" He asked Pei Lun.

The latter opened his eyes wide, and asked in surprise, "Why, Mr. Bello, didn't you initiate the test I'm going to take later?"