The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 106 Listening to Plants

"No, none of the whale oil was found. It's like they don't exist. But maybe we're looking too small."

Marie Etta summed up Clayton for the others' work, she said, glancing over the wall.

Behind the walls are the shouts of soldiers.

"We wait 10 minutes before spreading out to look for the area."

The lieutenant was very dissatisfied with this answer, and he hoped that the batch of refined whale oil stolen by the Gray Hats from the Weissand Weaving Factory would be found tonight.Because if the batch of refined whale oil is not in the gang stronghold of the Gray Hats or in the mine, then the situation is a bit delicate.

Although he already knew that Major Doron was not dealing with the traces here under Athena's guidance, the spider hadn't noticed that this place had been discovered yet.

So if the whale oil is not in this mine, then there are only two possibilities.

Either these explosives have already been placed, and the purpose is for the next train to arrive at the station, or the Gray Hats have not died at all, and they have assigned a group of people to carry out the arrangement of the explosives. People have not yet realized that their gang has been wiped out, but the timing of their actions is also unknown.

He favors the latter interpretation.

The former plan was too demanding on the time element, and it was too coincidental. He didn't believe in coincidences.

Thinking of this, the lieutenant groped in his coat pocket and found a whistle.

It was Grogne's finger. As long as you blow it, you can listen to the recordings made by the plants and trees for the surrounding sounds.

But here is a dark underground, no green at all.

If it doesn't work, he can only find it all the way along the railroad tracks, which will be quite time-consuming.

"Mary, go find Julius, why hasn't he arrived yet?" Clayton urged, he needed the mage's ability to find things.

Marie Etta left the tunnel.

As soon as her figure disappeared, Clayton felt vaguely uneasy.

There are too many soldiers here, scattered in various positions, and they are all hooligans. Mary's dress and reputation are quite controversial. Although she has some skills, it may be difficult to escape if she is blocked by several soldiers.

"Barbara, you follow, but keep your distance. Unless you are in trouble, don't let other soldiers find you. I heard that the ability of vampires can make you come and go without a trace. Can you do it?"

It sounds like a choice made out of mistrust, but he really just wants to keep a low profile.

Barbara pondered for a long time, until Clayton coughed, she reluctantly agreed, which made the lieutenant very worried.

"If you can't do it, tell me 'I can't do it'."

Instead, the female vampire made up her mind. She nodded vigorously, and then chased in the direction Mary left like a gust of wind.

Her statement made Clayton even more uneasy, but it was not good to send Florentine out again, so he could only wait patiently.

It might not be kind to say this, but Creighton was uncomfortable with this man who was always taciturn, and Frellentin, who was cursed with sleeplessness, seemed to have passed his breakdown stage into a seemingly peaceful, But the actual more disordered state of mind.

It’s not that he is a threat to Clayton, but he looks quite scary. Whether it’s the empty expression or the bloodshot eyes, people dare not communicate with him, for fear that if his voice is a little louder, he will be in the dark. Knocking out surging water splashes in the pool, stirring up an undercurrent.

Clayton bet the man had lost his emotions, as he himself had been when he suffered from chronic insomnia and often had grotesque thoughts.

Fortunately, the others came back here soon, so that he would not be alone with Florentine.

This time Julius put his hands in his pockets leisurely and approached them without any psychological burden.

"You hid that witcher badge?" Clayton asked him.

"of course."

Clayton has no objection to this approach. In fact, the badge was originally used to test whether there are dark descendants in the black market of the mine. Now that Major Doron has helped them check it out, the role of the badge is better than nothing here. .

"I want you to find that batch of refined whale oil, just like you found 'trees' back then."

Julius stared at him blankly: "I knew before that we were looking for something, but why do you think I didn't take the initiative to mention it?"

"Appreciate further details."

"I have never seen or touched that batch of whale oil. There is no connection between us and being owned. They are not unique things, but the mass production of the factory. Including so many factors, want to Under such circumstances, finding those refined whale oils is only possible for the ring mages of Strass, or the stargazers of Mirenti, but it is only possible."

"Sounds difficult."

"It's very difficult."

Clayton had to take out the whistle that Grogne had given, and Julius' face changed drastically when he saw his actions.

"You should know how to use it."

"I know."

"That's good." Julius breathed a sigh of relief, he wouldn't put this thing in his mouth, it was his father's finger!
After everyone gathered, Clayton explained the map to Julius, and then everyone dispersed and continued to explore the depths of the mine, marking the tunnel walls with stones along the way to prevent getting lost.

This last attempt was again fruitless.

The lieutenant had to resort to last resort.

They went up to the ground with lanterns and searched for high ground in the forest. Everyone separated and each monitored a section of [-]-yard-long railroad tracks. Among them, the darkborn with dark vision and the humans who had to hold lanterns were adjacent to each other, so as not to get close The number of flames alerted the Gray Hats' bomb enforcers.

In any case, they also want to ensure the safety of the railroad tonight.

If the Gray Hats want to blow up the train, they can only go farther, or take advantage of the night when the surveillance force is reduced. Even if they are found, they, the sheriffs, can serve as a warning, so that the Gray Hats can’t stop. Don't spend more time hiding yourself, or shifting the location of the crime.

As long as they survive tonight, there is a high probability that they will have a whole day to rest. Later, the Public Security Bureau will dispatch more sheriffs to patrol along the railway, because the parish council appointed by the Presbyterian Church is putting pressure on the Public Security Bureau.If the remnants of the Gray Hats return to the mines, Doron's men will surprise them.

Searching for loot is not something that can be done overnight. Those soldiers will guard here for at least a week, and Clayton doesn't have to worry about it.

After arranging the task of the sheriff, Clayton walked into the depths of the dense forest alone with the finger whistle, and returned to the vicinity of the exit of the mine.

There are many oak trees planted here, but they are not very old, they are not mature for the age of the trees.But even if these young oak trees are still very thin, their canopy is enough to block the moonlight from the sky, or to make the birds find a suitable branch for nesting.

Clayton stood alone among the trees, feeling the long-lost peace.

He sighed heartily—for what had happened to him the last few months—and blew his whistle in those drowsy shadows.

"Woooo-"

The sound of the whistle was unexpectedly unpleasant, which made the lieutenant much more energetic.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew up in the woods.

In the gaps between the branches, the soil and the fallen leaves, a mournful moan echoed, like a ghost in legend—note, it was a ghost in legend, not a ghost in reality.Clayton hadn't heard Gelid make that sound.

The ground even shook slightly.

Clayton looked down and saw the roots crawling beneath his feet like snakes, and above his head the leaves whispered in the wind, repeating the sounds they had heard.

It's almost as dreamy as in a fairy tale.

The dream revealed the sound of Doron's soldiers shouting and firing, and then the rumble of the train again, and he couldn't hear anything.

Clayton walked along the direction of the track for a while, leaving the traces of the soldiers marching today, and the record of the oak tree was slightly different.

It was the voice of a young man.

"Damn it, let us do this job in the cold, I don't understand why they don't just stuff the whale oil in the tunnel under the rails and make us dig so many new holes? I feel like my fingers are freezing Lost."

Then came a thick male voice, who sounded older: "If the mine collapses due to an internal explosion, the boss and your father are all finished, idiot! And it's not cold in winter yet, don't be so squeamish okay?"

The voice of the conversation is getting quieter, which may be because the speaker is constantly moving, so the sound is not fully recorded.

Clayton went a little further with the whistle and blew it again.

"I hope the person wearing gloves can shut up, because he has no idea how cold it is with bare hands."

"Stupid, it's not that I haven't experienced winter. I'm already asking for a living here when you're still asking your mother for biscuits."

"Old guy, who are you calling an idiot?!"

Creighton trotted forward for 10 minutes, skipping over the pointless conversation.

"To be honest, it's boring. We're still arguing here in such a cold day. Why don't you finish your work and go back to drink?"

"I agree."

The quarreling pair made up, and Clayton prayed desperately that they would move on to the whale oil issue.

"Hey, if it succeeds this time, shall we continue in the future?"

"Continue what?"

"I mean, with all this money, do we even need to hang out here? We could all move to a big city."

"You think too much, the stolen goods can't be sold for a big price, the price depends on the mood of the millers, and the money is not divided equally among everyone, the big head is with the boss, and the others can only gamble twice, or Enough to send kids to Sunday school."

"At least give us some more? We dug a hole."

"Ah."

The conversation was over, and Clayton couldn't hear the plant's memory voice even further along this road.

He walked out around the last recording point, almost walking out of a circle with a radius of one kilometer, but he didn't hear any more human voices.

Those two people stopped talking, they just walked in silence, so naturally there was no sound.

That's why Creighton didn't want to use this approach in the first place.

He didn't know how long and in which direction to go before he could continue to hear their conversation, so he decisively gave up trying.

But it's not without good news.

It can be confirmed that the batch of refined whale oil has been hidden somewhere in advance, and it may not be in place yet.

And those gang members didn't want to blow up the train, they just wanted the train to roll over from the track, and then took advantage of the chaos to carry out a robbery.

(End of this chapter)