The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 110 Accidental Death
"Clayton Bello?"

The sheriff glanced at the nameplate outside the door, and his tone was very uncertain.

The plate was silver-plated, and the font was also a very formal missionary script, which was very respectable, and Clayton himself
Let's just say he hasn't trimmed his hair and beard for two months, and he still has a scar on his face.

"It's me, any news, sir?"

Clayton thought about how to send the other party away quickly, because the other party was blocking the door, and he was about to go out. The black dog Marshall had an appointment with him, and he had to go to see the other party off.

"Do you know a man named Bruno?" The sheriff looked at him.

Hearing the name mentioned by the other party, Clayton immediately calmed down. He didn't know if this was an interrogation, but Bruno's recent behavior was really out of line, so he had scruples and refused to speak out to avoid being implicated.

"I know this guy, I used to."

"Great, then I think this is really for you." The sheriff interrupted him rudely, and then took out a document and handed it to him: "He died, this is what he left in his own home The suicide note is written to be given to you. If you still have any questions after reading it, you can ask the gentlemen at the notary office."

Clayton frowned subconsciously and shook his head: "Are you sure the deceased is Bruno, if the corpse looks similar to an ordinary person, it is definitely not him, he is a thin man"

"That's right. He's a thin man. His height may be about the same as yours. His hair is as brown as straw. I heard he was a soldier before." The sheriff added impatiently.

Of course, the detective and the sheriff had many opportunities to deal with each other. It was not that he had never seen the dead guy before, so there was no need for this man to describe it to him again.

He continued to chatter, but his voice was like a breeze in Clayton's ears, and it only disappeared in an instant.

Bruno is dead.

That lazy guy.

Clayton tried to imagine, but Bruno's image was still vivid in his mind-he couldn't imagine the death of the guy.

He only met Bruno after he retired from the army, but the other party gave him no worse impression than his former comrades-in-arms.

Although this guy always deals with dubious people, and he still suffers from many problems, most of the money he earns is used to help the families of friends who died in battle, and he rarely enjoys it. This is something he can't do thing.

"How did he die?" Clayton asked, but he already had an answer in his heart.

Mostly the detective wanted to pay Athene Brugge, but he neglected something crucial. That day he thought that telling the story of the massacre of gang members by the army would scare the detective away from thinking about revenge. But Bruno's stubbornness was beyond imagination.

Creighton wouldn't feel bad for Bruno, though, if he wasn't such a stubbornly good guy.

He should have been arrested that day for theft and smuggling.
"He had his throat cut." The sheriff raised his hand and scratched the front of his neck: "The body was thrown in the chimney of an old house, and the whole family went out. If someone didn't look up and see his ash The head of the family may have to go home and hire a chimney repairman to find the real cause of the blocked chimney. Gangsters are like this, and they don't end well. I think you should stay away from such people as a sheriff. "

The lieutenant's eyes twitched, but in the end he didn't say anything sorry to the deceased.

He still wanted to observe a moment of silence, but the visiting magistrate did not intend to give him any time, but continued: "Besides, Mr. Gayled also asked me to bring you a message. Get ready, it's right next to the District Council, and you'll be on duty before [-]:[-] tonight. If it's not a special schedule, we usually finish a patrol for three hours. It's not considered busy. If there are special circumstances, we will modify it on duty."

Clayton nodded, and after the sheriff left, he returned to the study with the envelope, sat for a while, and let out a long sigh.

He never thought that he would see the two of them off today.

He fears death.

The lieutenant inserted his fingers into his hair and scratched, using the pain to wake himself up a bit, then he opened the letter and read the message Bruno left for himself with a heavy heart.

"To Clayton Bello"

"I should be dead when you read this letter. I ask you to handle some things for me, and I will be paid later. My sister in Mona has reserved part of my property for me. You can go to her afterwards to ask for it. It is a bottle with magical power, left by my grandfather, but I am not going to tell you the specific effect, I will leave this surprise to you. My sister has a bad personality, if she privately uses this bottle If you sold it and exchanged it for cash, it is up to you whether you ask for cash or file a lawsuit with her, my soul applauds your victory in the sky, and I will never protect her one bit."

"Actually, I didn't intend to write this letter to you, but I can't help it. The other reliable guys I know seem to be dead, and the two who are sure to be alive have their own difficulties. I really can't bear to write this letter to you." Leave the errands to them, after much deliberation, it is more convenient to trouble you again."

Seeing such a sentence, Clayton was no longer so sad.

The guy was as badass as ever.

He continued to read, and the handwriting on the letter paper gradually became scribbled, even if he was as lazy and unrestrained as Bruno, he still had a deep fear of death.

"The troublesome thing I want to talk about is the distribution of inheritance. I have worked as a legal consultant for the Gray Hats for several years, and I have saved some emergency money. I have used it in the past few days, but there are still two hundred pounds. It is up to you It shouldn't be a lot of money in my eyes, but there are many people who need to distribute this money. Not all of them are cash, some of them are the proceeds of crime, but I swear that these crimes have not violated the freedom and safety of any individual, I hope you can help replace them with The money shall be distributed to them according to the following proportions."

Below is a complicated table, and the use of each shilling is planned in detail.

Clayton didn't expect to see so many names, far more than fifty, and they were all in contact with Bruno and people who were helped by him.

It was hard not to feel it, Clayton rubbed his brow uneasily, mania and hunger revived in him.

It's not an easy job, but he'll take care of it.

He briefly read the follow-up content, folded up the suicide note, and stuffed it solemnly into the drawer of his desk, ready to execute it after dealing with the latest troubles.

Next, he was going to the pier area to collect the corpse of Marshall the Wolfwalker, because the other party collected the mana imprint left by the spider priest through cannibalism, so that his body would not be easily detected by her.If Clayton wants to obtain this ability, he has to peel off his skin and put it on himself!
For God's sake, Creighton didn't like it at all, but he had to do it to build up his advantage, to make sure he could kill Athena in one go without letting her get away.

It was with a heavy heart that he came to the docklands.

The bumps of the carriage and the humid air here made it difficult for him to relax.

The wolf walker did not specify the specific location when he made the agreement with him, but the smell was the language between them.

Clayton walked along the river bank, but there was almost no water in the river, only endless wet silt as far as he could see, and some strange-looking arthropods burrowed in it. They were a little longer than crabs, but not as good as shrimps. The back is so curved.He had never seen such a creature before, and this could only be one of the changes brought about by the dark moon.

How would biologists label them?
Doesn't seem like much of a threat if not poisonous, and homeless people starving for food are able to deal with them.

Some elusive and unique thoughts flashed through Creighton's mind, but he didn't stop to observe these little creatures.

Marshall's scent is ahead.

He walked for a while, and saw the black wolf standing on the mud in the center of the river bank. They were the same color, and he couldn't tell them apart at first sight.

Noticing the scent of Creighton in the wind, the black wolf turned his head, his tail stood up happily, but his voice was still tired:

"You came too early, I'm not dead yet."

Compared with the established death, Clayton was pleasantly surprised that he was still alive, and had no opinion on this inappropriate words.

"But you came at the right time." Marshall jumped up and jumped back to the shore, and it was only then that Creighton realized that what he was stepping on was a decayed and blackened board, not pure mud.

"Have you got a gun?" Wolfwalker asked. "Or a strong stick?"

Clayton's floating faint joy fell silent again, and he felt something bad.

"I have a gun, what are you going to do?"

The black wolf swept his tail and turned to look at the center of the river: "Look, I wanted to drown myself, but it's winter now, it's dirty and cold here, it's really not a good place to be buried, so I want to ask do me a favor"

The werewolf's expression froze.

(End of this chapter)