Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 54 An Unpleasant Formal Meeting
In fact, there is another suspicious thing about Clayton, that is, Moore knows that he is a member of the Presbyterian Church.

He had only recently joined the Presbyterian Church and had few contacts.

When I saw Moore, he didn't wear the green handkerchief that could prove his membership.

Anyone who knows his membership has either seen him or read his file, and that's Garyd's business.

But Galid was a ghost, and that was a strange sort among the cursed.

Ghosts rely on mastering the secrets of living people to improve themselves. The more secrets they know, the stronger they become, but their "power" lies in their non-interference, but they will also lose the ability to interfere with others, and telling the secrets of living people will weaken them. them.

The Holy Grail Society was originally a secret organization.
Clayton planned to observe again to see who was secretly paying attention to him.

The notary office of the General Public Security Bureau is on the first floor.

A notary office is a special place where the purpose of the work is to demonstrate justice.

Record the amount of property of both parties in the marriage so that it can be properly divided in the event of divorce.Inherited inheritance records for young children who accidentally lost their parents, preventing new guardians from secretly spending before fulfilling their duties.For those who have received special damages, it is convenient for the insurance company to compensate according to the regulations.There are also services such as custody of IOUs and testimony.

The staff here are competent professional witnesses, and even when the sheriff's reputation has fallen to the bottom, they still leave the impression of moral integrity and high character.

Therefore, both the church and the military agreed to leave the body in the notary, lest someone secretly tamper with the body.

The staff at the door saw Clayton and asked him why he came, and after receiving an affirmative answer, he was as excited as if he had a second life.He rushed backstage, and Clayton could clearly hear him yelling at his colleagues.

"Thank God, they're all there! Let's get the body away!"

Even professional witnesses can't bear to face a corpse that will keep decomposing every day.

Clayton took off his hat, rubbed his hair and put it on again. He went to the door and looked inside, and saw a dead body covered with a white cloth and lying on a stretcher.

The three people I saw in the Pulitzer mansion some time ago were supposed to be sitting on a bench, but they all stood up at this moment, with blank expressions on their faces.

Opposite them are two people, an old man and a young man. The old man has a Mediterranean haircut, a hook nose and deep wrinkles.The young one is ordinary, without any features, wearing a black priest robe, but looking at it gives people the feeling of a ruthless character, holding the cross pendant on his chest and praying silently.

Sitting next to them were two helpers in short shirts. When they heard that everyone was there, they immediately squatted down to carry the corpse.

Clayton raised his hand to stop them: "Wait, I have to check the body again."

"You have to check every time you send people?"

The staff urged him, hoping that the corpse would be away from the workplace as soon as possible.

Although the weather is cold now, the corpse already has some smell.

"I'm going to check at least once," Clayton told the notary's clerks, silenced by his look.

The helper moved a few steps to let him approach.

Clayton walked to the corpse, half knelt down and lifted the white cloth, the scene below was a bit different than his experience.

The skin of the corpse is no different from that of people who died in this season. It is still tight on the flesh, and there is still a little red underneath. This makes people think that it is a healthy blood color, and thus gives birth to a misjudgment of "alive" .

People who die when the weather is cold are like this. There is no rot on the surface, but slowly withering.

Second Lieutenant Charles of the Salvation Army is no exception.

What's unusual is its head.

Clayton remembered that he found Charles's head in the basement of the ruins of Notre Dame, which means that the body should be headless.

But at this moment, there was clearly the head of Second Lieutenant Charles on the corpse, but the muzzle and nose were skewed, the muscles on the outside were like melted wax, and the inside was deformed as if there were no bones.

If it's still full, maybe it's the spider priest in disguise, but now it's
There's definitely not much room in a ragged pocket.

"Is its face like this before?"

He pointed to the corpse and asked the staff of the notary office.

A staff member nodded: "Of course, we watched it slowly become like this, which was really unbearable, so we covered it with a white cloth."

Clayton looked at the three people that Grogne distributed to him again: "It was like this when you came?"

Julius, with his hands in his over-pocketed overcoat, didn't really want to answer his question, but was the first to speak under Clayton's stern gaze.

"I don't know, maybe."

He still remembered Clayton's pounce, because he hadn't had time to cast a spell, and he was brooding over the result of the victory or defeat.

The strange accursed man wrapped himself in a pure white overcoat, hat, glasses and mask, and his answers were short and brisk.

"That's it."

The beautiful Semitic woman I saw in the waiting room was wearing the same dress at that time, and she was still biting her thumb. The blood on it clotted and then flowed out again. The greed in her eyes has disappeared, except for the dense bloodshot There's just emptiness and misery, and it looks very pathetic.

She answered Clayton vaguely: "I didn't watch it."

Clayton's nose fluttered: "Ma'am, do you use Sillitto or Ori?"

The woman's eyes finally regained some color, and she was a little surprised: "Silito, the doctor recommended this."

"Then I recommend Ori. My experience is that although its effect is not so fast, its benefits are also not so exciting. It can make people gradually get better."

"What are you guys talking about?" Julius asked with an ear tilted.

"Tranquilizer," Clayton said.

At the end of the war, his spirit was sensitive and fragile due to the torture, and he took a lot of medicine for this.

He didn't shy away from it, and Julius quickly lost interest in the answer.

Clayton covered the corpse with a white cloth again, and stood up: "Okay, let's get down to business. Has this corpse been guarded by you all this time?"

The cursed person gave a negative answer: "No, we just came today."

"Has Gaylid been here before?" he asked the clerk.

The clerk asked back, "Gallid in the archives?"

"Yes."

"He never came."

Clayton sighed, he knew it.

Although Gelid is an important member of the Elders' Council in the General Security Department, his responsibilities do not include here. He is only responsible for helping the darks conceal their identities and criminal records, and occasionally helping to contact the elders.

Clayton did show him the real head of Second Lieutenant Charles, but he never came to see the body of Charles, who was supposed to be headless in the notary office, and the others didn't know where they got the real head , which has led to no one discovering that Charles here shouldn't have a second head.

The corpse was tampered with before it was sent to the notary office, so there was no need to compete for an autopsy.

"Then who was in charge of guarding the corpse before?"

The clerk uttered a series of unknown names, including Marie Etta.

Clayton was lucky to have Marie Aita, she got close to Gayled, and saw a lot of strange things, and some issues involving transcendence could be covered up.

But as soon as he came out of the file room, he was sure that the two people had no time to answer questions, so he turned his attention to his three new subordinates.

"The bodies can't be shipped yet, and I have some questions for the original caretaker. As for you guys, introduce yourself to me now."

"Barbara," said the little woman, and then, when Clayton didn't know it, added, "It's a vampire."

The air suddenly became silent.

Not only Clayton, but the cursed and Julius were all stunned, staring at her blankly.

This is a public place, and there are outsiders.

Clayton swears he just wanted to ask her name, forgetting about the insanity of people taking sedatives.

Only then did Barbara realize that it seemed that she shouldn't say it, and covered her mouth with her hand.

Clayton's heart was turbulent, but in reality he just nodded: "Very well, Mrs. Barbara, remember to increase the dose of medicine when you go back."

The employees who were attracted by Barbara's serious expression and strange behavior at the beginning suddenly woke up when they heard Clayton's words, and burst out laughing.

Also, how could there be vampires in the world?

Psychopaths who think they are vampires make sense.

But having a mentally ill woman as a sheriff was weird, and they thought Marie Etta was unique.

The old and the young sent by the church did not smile, they looked at the elders indifferently.

"Falentine," said the Damned.

"Julius."

(End of this chapter)