The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 107
All night passed.

Maybe the Gray Hats didn't plan to do anything tonight, or maybe they saw the sheriff's fire, so they were afraid. In short, the night was very peaceful.

After seeing the other sheriffs riding towards the railroad, Julius and Marie Etta both resigned.

Having spent half the night concentrating, they feel out of energy.

Clayton looked around, and now only Barbara, who couldn't eat enough, and Falun Ding, who couldn't sleep, were left, and the elite level of the team was severely reduced.

He sighed: "Go back and rest, too."

Although these two people are also homeless, he has nothing for them to do now.

"friends."

Just then a sheriff on horseback came up to them, and the horse's restless hoofs passed their position, and the sheriff took the reins and pulled back a little, which brought the horse to a halt.

"Friends," he repeated, in case they hadn't heard clearly, "I heard Ms. Aita say that this place has been searched, but have you searched the hunter's lodge here?"

Clayton's nose fluttered, and then he raised his eyebrows: "Hunter's cabin? Is it installed so close to the city?"

The hunter's hut is a public rest building built by hunters when they venture deep into the wild. There will be some food and water supplies, as well as simple tools, so that some hunters will not run out of supplies because they are too far away from the gathering place. At the same time, they have used The person who supplies the supplies also automatically bears the responsibility of replenishing the supplies.

But the farthest point they patrolled last night was less than [-] kilometers away from the city, and the slope of the hilly area they passed was not steep, so there was no need to build a hunter's lodge for such a short distance.

What's more, this forest was originally man-made. It has been less than 50 years, and the number of wild animals that have migrated here is definitely not enough for the hunters here to make a living.

There are no professional hunters in Sasha City.

"Of course it's not here, it's farther away." The sheriff on the horse looked back, then quickly turned back, and pointed in the direction he was looking at before: "It's there, but look here Don't see it. Not many people know about this place now, but it will be better in a few years."

Clayton raised his hands and put them down: "Well, we really don't know where it is. Can you take me there?"

Barbara looked up, she had stayed where she was from the beginning, just like Florentine.

"Shall we go too?"

"Let's go back first," Creighton said.

Barbara sighed silently, and she walked towards the city like a normal person.

"Ma'am, do you want me to give you a ride?" the sheriff looked at the back of the female vampire and asked.

"Thank you, but no need."

Barbara refused with a firmness, seldom in her attitude toward men worthy of awe.

As long as Gein is out of the sheriff's sight, she can display the extraordinary speed of a vampire at will. The speed of two people riding a horse may not be as fast as her own.

"Okay." The sheriff looked at Clayton, ignoring Florentine who was most in need of help, and patted the saddle part behind him with his hand. Except for where he was sitting, there was enough space for one person to go up there. "I can take you there now, come up."

"I hope it can carry two men." Clayton sat on it vigorously.

"That depends on whether the groom has fulfilled his duties."

The sheriff flicked the reins, bringing the horse back up to speed and kicking forward.

At the beginning of the establishment of the world-famous White Church Knights of the Holy Chamber, there was no embarrassment in doing so, but it made people feel like revisiting history.

When the horse led them out of sight of the two behind them, the sheriff pouted where Clayton couldn't see.

Then Clayton's words made him almost jump up on horseback.

"Bruno, you are still alive, how did you get this identity?"

Although the sheriff's appearance was completely different from before, Clayton recognized people not only by eyes.

"Damn it, how did you find me?!"

Bruno didn't answer the question, but wanted to turn his head in surprise and anger, but he had to look straight ahead because he was driving the horse: "It took me three hours to prepare this outfit, and it took you less than five minutes to complete it." It's a shame to see it through!"

"Tit for tat, brother, you recognized me last time. Maybe you should wash your hair. Although the color has changed, your hair smells exactly the same as your sofa." Clayton said honestly , this may be related to the other party lying on the sofa all day long when he has nothing to do, and I don't know who is infecting whom with this smell.

The detective muttered a curse into the wind, but Clayton couldn't hear it.

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing, I was really shocked. Fortunately, there are not many people in this world who remember the smell of my sofa."

"I went to your house to look for you, and I only heard that someone set fire there, and people from the Gray Hats were blocking the investigation. I thought you died because of gang infighting. I didn't expect to show up alive again." Clay Dun arched his middle finger, and knocked on Bruno's back like knocking on the door: "The body is solid, it doesn't look like he was injured. What happened?"

"Terrible luck, but please don't tell me I'm pretending to be the sheriff. I don't want to live in jail yet."

"Then explain to me clearly, what have you been through? Why did you dress up like this? What happened to the Gray Hats?"

Clayton insisted that Bruno answer his own question first.

"Okay okay, I'll say everything. Which one do you want to hear first?"

Bruno surrendered bluntly, the horse was still some way from where it was going, and they had time to explain it all.

"Why did you have an internal quarrel with the Gray Hats?"

"Ask the witch next to my new employer, she has a bad relationship with my employer, so I have also been affected. Thanks to her, I am really poor now. Sanders was also enchanted by her , shot at me, luckily I ran fast, otherwise I would die." Bruno sniffled, pretending to be sobbing pitifully: "I remember you also dealt with supernatural phenomena a lot, what can you do? can resolve the situation.”

"There's no 'a lot of dealing,'" Clayton dismissed. "And Sanders doesn't need you to save him."

"What's up with him?"

"He's dead, I only found his body, it's down in the mine. But I advise you not to look for his body anymore, it's now occupied by unfriendly guys, and those gang members have clashed with them, and now Almost none left, and 'our army' is waiting for other fish to be caught."

There are no other mines near Sasha City, so the direction of this sentence is very obvious.

"That's right."

Bruno was silent for a while, and Clayton had to take the initiative to continue the topic.

"Speaking of which, why are you dressed like this?"

Sheriffs are nominally appointed by the parish councils. In the past six months, the Public Security Department has had a poor public image due to its inability to deal with the abnormal phenomena brought about by the dark moon. Many sheriffs have been abolished, but they are also recruiting new sheriffs as supplements. , as long as there is a decent badge, sheriffs who claim to be other parishes can also join the team.

It sounds dodgy and chaotic, but it's a lot better than the days of the wolfhunters.For the sake of power and fame, those "city defenders" will even plan crimes themselves.

"I hope to use the power of the sheriff to investigate what happened here." Bruno only said one sentence.

Clayton knew that he must have concealed a lot, but he didn't pursue the question any further. Instead, he returned to the original question: "Is the hunter's cabin real?"

"True, but it would be better called a smuggler's hut. Traders from out of town are reluctant to approach the city for fear of high city entry taxes, so local gangs built this place for trade a few years ago, under the guise of Upstairs is the hunter's lodge, and the hidden cellar is usually used to store contraband and supplies, so when Mary said that you have searched all over this area, I think what you are looking for is probably there."

The lieutenant frowned: "I won't ask what you usually transport."

The risk of this kind of illegal business is too high, against conscience, and the profit may not be as much as him, so he quite despises these activities.

Bruno was very calm: "There's nothing wrong with it. They are high-tariff and embargoed goods. The goods themselves are legal. What's not legal is the authority and tax evasion and smuggling itself. A few of my assistants usually go to help, you know Yes, detectives and crime are inextricably linked."

"Your connection is also direct." Clayton couldn't help but said.

"A normal job can't pay for our medicine."

Bruno raised his left hand to gesture backwards, and Clayton saw the pale skin and exposed veins, as well as a few dark red swollen pinholes that were very conspicuous, which were souvenirs left by various tranquilizers.

"Since the Loren War, our army has laid off a lot of people, and they refused to pay their salaries in full. There are only damn IOUs. Many people have gone to the gangs, which has caused the business to be lower every year, and the price of medicine is lower every year. Higher than a year. If we don't follow the trend and do this, we'll just die and mold in a corner for the rest of our lives, let alone raise a family. We're just trying to live a normal life, my brother."

Clayton snorted coldly: "Don't pretend to be pitiful with me here, you can still go to the theater, you usually only work once or twice a week, and you never underpay your alcoholic drinks. It can be seen that crime always makes you rich of."

"Then what are you going to do, hang me?"

Bruno let go of the rein and raised his hands.Clayton pushed his hand down again.

"Watch the way, idiot!"

"Hey."

Clayton breathed a sigh of relief when Bruno put his hands on the reins again.

He wouldn't arrest Bruno, an idiot. If Bruno were arrested, it would be tantamount to committing a more serious crime.

As long as this idiot helps the survivors of soldiers who don't get their pensions, he's going to have to keep doing it for himself.

(End of this chapter)