The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 113 Dangerous Contraband
Clayton had seen it before, so he knew it right away.

The claim that mummy powder improves male virility was first suggested by whom, but is now widely accepted by the people of this land.

In addition to the theory of the medical system of the four-body fluid system, a large number of inscriptions related to sun worship and the towering obelisk that resembles the rising positive power excavated from the ruins of the Mesri pyramid also seem to support it from the perspective of mysticism and semiotics. this argument.

Since the development of mummy therapy, even though the White Church has proposed the punishment method of "deprivation of church membership for corpse eaters", there are still an endless stream of practitioners of this therapy, and groups headed by nobles are so popular that the church's warning exists in name only.

To this day, the mummies originally produced in Mesli have long been in short supply, and many unscrupulous traders are planning to replace sacred mummies with ordinary mummies.

If the present body is a real mummy, the price could reach thousands of pounds.

But although this thing is precious, Clayton can't think of how Athena will use it.

No matter how evil she is, she is still a woman. Or is this corpse itself possessing some incredible power?
The hands of the hanged criminal's corpse are said to have magical powers, and Clayton knew that some people would buy the opponent from the executioner, put these parts into a pot to boil oil, and then use the fat to make black candles. These black candles are lit in rituals to summon the demon's gaze.

But transporting such a corpse for thousands of miles is a bit far-fetched.

Clayton hesitated, stretched out a finger, and the sharp nails cut through the white cloth.

As the wrappings were peeled off, a faint smell of blood flooded into his nostrils, as if this was a fresh, not long dead corpse.

But when the white cloths were completely removed, what came into view was undoubtedly a mummy.

The body was covered with a thin white robe, eyes closed, hands folded on the chest, the skin was dry and wrinkled, but the flaxen hair was still moist.

There was nothing else in the shroud except the body.

After being exposed to the air, the smell of blood on the corpse still lingered, but became even stronger.

The lieutenant believed in the information obtained from Detective Hook, and the strange object must be here.

He thought that the strange things they transported were probably hidden in the corpses, but there was no other possibility.So he stretched out his palm and pressed the chest of the corpse, and found that the dry skin still retained a certain degree of elasticity, which is usually a characteristic of corpses that have died not long ago, but he had transported the real mummy of Maisley before, and knew that it had been properly preserved Even after thousands of years, the dead body can still reach this level.

But it doesn't matter, whether it's true or not, he will always open it.

In the dimly lit carriage, he put down his cane, inserted his beastly claws into the mummy's chest cavity and tore it apart, and a black wooden handle squeezed out from the cotton-wool-like internal organs.

Clayton blinked.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he saw a faint red light flickering on the handle.

When this section of the handle was exposed, fresh and warm bloody gas erupted from the opened chest cavity, as if the corpse was just a sacrifice that had just been slaughtered. dizzy.

He held the handle, pressed the corpse with the other hand, and pulled it out regardless of the damage, so the dry viscera and flesh came out all at once, and the gap in the chest and abdomen was cracked all the way to the genitals.

During this process, a strange scene happened.

When Clayton thought it was about to be pulled to the end, the long metal handle continued to extend, and its length even exceeded the length of the upper body of the corpse.

He just kept pulling it out.

When he pulled the handle all the way out, the body was almost cut in two.

This is a double-edged ax almost six feet long. The handle is made of ebony wood, and the blade is made of silver metal, as wide as Clayton's shoulder. It is an ancient ceremonial ax of the Vikirians.

Its weight doesn't quite match its size, only about fifteen pounds.

For ordinary people, although it is not very heavy, it is still too exaggerated to be used as a weapon.However, Clayton felt that its weight was appropriate. He held the weapon with one hand and looked at it. It was filled with a kind of scarlet aura, like water and mist, lingering.That is its unique attribute and quality.

Every antique dealer will claim that the products they sell contain aura, which is almost a tradition, but it is the first time for Clayton to feel what aura is.

He was a little surprised that the ordinary business activities he participated in in the past still had a corner that could be connected with the extraordinary world.

Blood, the nature of this ax is related to blood, poking his appetite.Not only vampires, bloodthirsty beasts will also be attracted by such a strong blood.

He believes it's just the wonder Spider-Priest needs so badly.

Just as Clayton was looking at this strange object, a cold touch suddenly clung to the palm he pressed on the corpse.

He looked down, and his heart immediately beat violently because of this weird scene.

The mummy, which was almost cut off at the waist, opened its eyes, inside which were moist and full eyeballs like ordinary people. At the same time, its withered palm was resting on Clayton's left hand.On the rotten pod-like face, the black mouth opened, making a dry sound like grinding a rough stone: "Hvem doug agou fa? Enn al mlilum est"

The lieutenant had never seen a dehydrated, split in half, ripped out entrails still talking.

Clara may be better at survivability, but that's because he's already familiar with that little girl, and just looking at her face alone, Clara can still be considered pretty, and this thing... no matter how you look at it, it's far from the word "normal" farther.

The ugly thing really frightened him.

Clayton couldn't say anything at the moment, and his mind seemed to be buzzing.

He tried to back away, but the mummy's hand was holding him tightly, and the touch gradually changed from dry to slippery and sticky.

The lieutenant was thinking desperately. He had a vague impression of the language spoken by the mummy. It seemed that it was indeed the language commonly used by the Maesli people, but he couldn't understand it at all.

In desperation, he uttered the only greeting sentence he heard from Merchant Maxley.

"Gazila es tu olian! (Follow the three virtues)"

The mummy was silent for a moment, then scratched the lieutenant's arm extremely violently, and showed unexpectedly sharp nails, tearing the sleeve to pieces.If he hadn't thought that he might fight Detective Hook today and put a leather armguard on his arm under the coat as a precaution, he would probably bleed a lot at this moment.

Frightened and angry, Clayton swung the long ax in his hand.

As the head rolled out of the box, the body inside the box also stopped waving its arms, and the whole fell silent.

He took a breath, then picked up the head again and put it in front of his face, but the latter didn't speak again.

Appears to be dead.

Clayton was not sure, he just remembered Clara, and he was deeply impressed by the tenacious vitality that could survive even beheading.

To be on the safe side, he put his head on the ground and crushed it with his foot. Because of his force, even the carriage shook slightly.

The body of the mummified corpse that lost its head suddenly began to disintegrate into gravel-like components, disintegrating into a pool,
"Sir, have you checked?"

A few seconds later, the side sliding door was opened, and the conductor who heard the sound rushed into the carriage, but found nothing unusual.

The box that was loaded was lying quietly on the ground, as if it had never been opened.

"I've finished checking, the goods are in good condition, let my people come over." Clayton said to him calmly.

The conductor looked embarrassed: "I think you may have to wait a little longer. The guards guarding the goods will not agree to leave until they see you."

"They will understand." Clayton took out a document from his arms and handed it over. It was a document about land procurement that he found from the belongings of the Hook detectives, but it was only a draft, and the two parties The seal has not yet been finalized, and it is not a document with real legal force, but it is enough to bluff people: "I need you to pass this on to them, and let them rest at the Bronze Horse Hotel. The room has already been rented, and there is no need to pay extra. You also have to tell them not to take too long a break, there are plenty of troubles in the local area waiting for them to solve."

With an inexplicably friendly tone, he convinced the conductor that he was on the same side as those Hooke detectives, and he agreed, which may also be due to the one pound note pressed under the document.

Clayton nodded approvingly again, and the conductor ran out of the transfer center gratefully.

After a while, he heard the sound of a carriage approaching.

The sound of the wheels rolling over the gravel is distinctive, but it's mostly Barbara's exclamation of mismanagement.

She and Florentine only moved the carriage closer, but did not actually enter the transfer center.

They don't have enough skills to drive the carriage, and they are only responsible for putting on a show in front of the conductor. After leaving the transfer center, the main driving work is actually done by Creighton, and Creighton is not at ease entrusting this task to them.

"Bring the box over there."

Creighton kicked the box in their face.

"Let me do it." The conductor recommended himself when he saw Barbara bending over.

Although the guest had been polite and generous before, this decision was a bit strange. He had never seen anyone who made a lady do coolie.

"No, let them come." Clayton insisted.

The contents of this box have deteriorated, and the conductor knows what it was originally loaded in. If the weight of the box is found to be incorrect, or the center of gravity inside tilts too much, there may be a risk of revealing information to others.

The conductor's hand was already on the box, and he had no choice but to back away after hearing what he said.

Together, Florentin and Barbara lifted the box vigorously and carried it into the carriage.

Not long after they got out of the transfer center, they found a field to stop the carriage, changed their outfits, and rode back to the nearby town.

That's where travelers rest, and Detective Hook, who transports strange objects, is also here.

(End of this chapter)