The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 137 The Uninvited Guest

Killing Akzi cost little to Creighton.

Although Mr. Owl's subordinates began to suspect Athena again after destroying Athena's body, after all, the gun that killed Akezi was in his hands, but they still couldn't think of a reason for Clayton to do it, so There is no way to ask the guilt immediately.

Akeqi has always had the idea of ​​recruiting Clayton Bello, and Clayton is also a member of the Presbyterian Church and also works directly for Grogne.

In this way, the possibility of Clayton killing Akezi is extremely slim.

They only asked Clayton to stay here for a period of time not to go home in a symbolic way, so as to facilitate their subsequent inquiries and investigations, and left someone to guard him, but when Clayton received treatment, he woke up after a nap. When he came, he found that even the members of the action team guarding him were gone.

He touched the bandage on his chest that smelled like ointment, put on the pants and shoes provided here, and left the room to go outside.He walked around inside the building without fear of the cold and the strange eyes of the servants, but he didn't smell them anymore.

All smells are masked by the day and night burning fragrance here.

Sunlight pours in from the magnificent floor-to-ceiling windows in the corridor, making the white marble pavement shine.

Clayton was fascinated by the blue sky outside the window. The dazzling light shone on him warmly, which was actually more warming than the spring sunshine.

Through the glass, the back garden is completely presented in front of him.

Budding camellias, ivory candles, red-leaved heather, foxglove and different kinds of orchids are planted in the black soil here, rose vines climb up the black iron decorative arch corridor, and there is a colorful flower border outside the window, and the sight moves back , After a brief paving and decoration, it is lush again, and the fresh greenery of garden plants is still clear through the glass.

He decided to take good care of the garden after moving - first of all, the new home must have a back garden.

"Mr Bello?"

Someone greeted him from behind, but Clayton didn't turn his head. He just stared at the translucent reflection reflected on the glass. A beardless man in a black tuxedo was standing behind him. The ends droop a little, and the nasolabial folds are very deep. It has a sad philosopher's face that Clayton recognizes.

"It's me," he replied.

The sad philosopher showed no ability, he did not hide his voice when he came from behind, and his steps were smooth, so Creighton deduced that the other party was not malicious.He reached out his hand to Clayton: "I'm Channing, and now I'm Akezi's replacement. Of course, it's only a temporary replacement."

Such a quick handover was obviously the work of Elder Daisy. Clayton looked away from the window, turned around and shook hands with him.

The name "Channing" seemed familiar, but Clayton couldn't remember who he heard it from.

"Where are the gentlemen who sent me here in the early morning?"

Qian Ning withdrew his hand and said flatly: "As subordinates, they failed to protect Mr. Akeqi. This was a very serious mistake, so Elder Dai Si punished them to go back and receive another six months of training, and set off immediately this morning."

The only thing Clayton needs to worry about right now is that the notary office's inheritance record reveals that he and Bruno are friends. Akzi's friends and subordinates may find this out and realize that Akzi was murdered by him. .But given six months, he can handle everything.

But one should be innocent.

"Has Ollie Blanco been sent to sea, too?" he pressed Channing.

Even Creighton couldn't bear to send Auriel Blanco, a boy born inland, to the sea for six months.

Because of the isolated environment on board, all kinds of physical and mental diseases often plagued the crew. He saw several crazy navy colleagues in the military hospital. The doctor treated them with laudanum, amanita powder and other weird hallucinogenic drugs , that looks really
"Mr. Blanco."

The sad philosopher pondered for a moment. The way he recalled seemed to be flipping through a heavy and thick ancient book, and it took a lot of effort to find the target word: "Because he witnessed Akeqi's death, Mr. Blanco was stimulated, His current state is not suitable for any work, and he has not been trained before. Akezi's behavior of taking him to join the mission to hunt down Athena is actually against the rules, so he does not need to be punished for this. We let him go home to recuperate .”

"That couldn't be better." Clayton breathed a sigh of relief. Although O'Leary is currently in poor condition, the lieutenant believes that he can recover quickly in the familiar environment.

Even Darkborn, not everyone is used to violent disputes. If this young man can't even accept the picture of an acquaintance being headshot in front of him, it may be a good thing for him to back off.

"Have you finished asking your questions? What else do you want?" Channing put his hands into his pockets, as if waiting for an affirmative answer.

"I also want Athena's ears, bad ones are fine."

"That's an amazing request, but you're going to get it. Is it over now?"

"It's over," Clayton said.

The philosopher nodded upon hearing this answer, and took out the contents of his pocket to Clayton.Look at the shape, it is a key wrapped in a note.

"This is the reward Elder Dais gave you. He is very optimistic about you."

Clayton unwrapped the note in front of him, and there was indeed a key inside, but there was also a word on the note.

"Fuck off if you're fine, go home and become an ascetic monk!"

"He is very optimistic about me." Channing's voice was still in his ears, and Clayton suddenly wanted to laugh, but this statement did not make him feel offensive. Returning to a normal life was exactly what he was pursuing.He squeezed the note into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket, then pinched the key with two fingers and turned it in the sun, "26", such a number was engraved on it, which seemed to be the serial number of the house.

Holding the key, he looked up at Channing: "I thought there should be a choice. Not all houses in the city center meet my standards."

"This is not a room key." Channing corrected him: "We will send enough money to rent a standard apartment in the city center for 50 years to your current address in a while. This key is extra given to you by Elder Daisy. It corresponds to A locker at Dong Sen Bank."

"What's in there?"

"I don't know either, but since Elder Daisy asked me to give this to you, it means that it should be useful to you."

Channing left quickly, and Clayton stuffed the key into his pocket. Although he was curious, he decided to get rid of the most important things first.

After a few days of counting the bills, Clayton finally resolved Bruno's will request and sent all his remaining property in cash to different people. Although they could not send back a response immediately, he understood Bruno's kindness will still leave a mark on their hearts.

If a person can still be remembered by many people out of gratitude after death, Clayton feels that such a life is definitely a success.

As a souvenir, he himself kept a relic of an old friend
"This sofa really stinks!"

He looked at the new sofa in the hall in a daze, regretting for a while.

"Damn it, I'm going to have to have your landlady's maid clean your cushions in a few days, or it won't smell at all! And the padding on the backrest needs to be replaced, and the hell with this greasy cover cloth! Bruno How long has it been since I washed you?!"

He muttered to himself as he flipped the cover and cushions of the sofa, and then rolled out two leftover apple cores, which made his mood agitated.

Because he planned to move to the city center, Clayton didn't plan to adjust the position of the furniture. He had to bear it for a few weeks before hiring someone to take it away, so the sofa was placed horizontally in the center of the hall, very eye-catching.

After tidying up, Clayton was finally convinced that he couldn't handle the cleaning job, so he simply dropped it and went back to the study.

A stack of envelopes was stacked high on his desk.

The lieutenant has been busy chasing down a certain spider for a while, but the outlandish informant he hired has not stopped working because of this. Over the past few months, he has been spying on market changes for him, as well as information on dilapidated antiques and acquisition applications in the countryside. He hasn't moved much recently. He needs to clean them up one by one to catch up with the latest trends. Antique dealers can only buy goods if they find the right direction, otherwise they won't make a lot of money.

But there are just too many of them.

Clayton sat at the table and stared at them in a daze, until the head in the fish tank couldn't help but start spitting bubbles.

"Is Clayton hungry too? Clara doesn't want to move when she's hungry."

In the fish tank where Clara lives, the silver developer solution has been evacuated, and it is currently only used as a small nest for Clara.But for some reason, it seemed that her body was used to being suppressed, so she didn't grow those spider limbs again, which made Clayton very relieved.

He looked at Clara, and for a moment he was ashamed to say what he thought of that immature face, but he spoke anyway.

"Clara, have you ever considered learning a craft, which will be of great benefit to your return to social life." He couldn't bear to look directly into those innocent eyes, and turned his face away: "For example, er, bookkeeping?"

"What is accounting?"

Clayton turned his head blankly, and he knew it was wishful thinking.

The door of the hall was knocked heavily suddenly, outside the door, the landlady's loud voice came in: "Mr. Bello, a little girl is looking for you."

Clayton's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't remember which girl he was dating, but the landlady's summons forced him to respond immediately.

He opened the door of the hall, and the old lady was still vigilant. Seeing Clayton come out, she looked the old single resident up and down again, paying special attention to his hair and eyes, and then vigilantly His expression gradually faded away.

"A girl just wandered around here and said she came to see you, but you haven't been at home very much recently, I thought it was the same today, so I asked her to go to my place for tea and snacks first. But since you are here , I'll call her here."

"Excuse me, ma'am." Clayton thanked politely.

Although the elderly lady seems to have always been prejudiced against single people, she has no evil intentions, which is one of the reasons he has been willing to rent here before.

Some time ago, his werewolf form gradually began to be revealed on the human body. The landlady thought he was sick, and sent some medicine. Although it was useless, it was also a heartfelt gesture.

But they were going to say goodbye soon, and Clayton was a little sad that he was going to be out of familiar surroundings.

The landlady turned around and went to the room across the street. He heard a crisp voice saying goodbye. After a while, a short girl came out of the door.Wearing a red cloak with a hood and holding a picnic basket in her hand, she walked towards Clayton grandly,
Arriving in front of him, the girl took off her hood, revealing the same black hair underneath, as well as topaz-like eyes.

Clayton's eyes were firmly attracted by these two familiar features, so that he couldn't see what she looked like for a while, and he could barely tell that it was the classic style of the Bello family. He felt dazzled , so that it is difficult to breathe.

He seemed to see the shadow of Uren who had passed away from the girl, and the Bello family, which was close to withering, revived in his heart at this moment.

The next moment, the girl spoke, but the content was not what Clayton expected.

"Come on, man, how long are we going to stand stupidly? Don't you invite me to sit in?" She held her head high and her tone was slippery.

Clayton's expression froze, his chest heaved again, one hand was unconsciously put on his waist, his pupils were constricted, and he looked behind the other party with aggressive eyes, and swept the street before returning to the girl , and then sternly asked:

"Donna, where's your mother?"

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