The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 141 The Treasure Buried in Dust

Clayton did smell a strange smell when he entered the door, but he never thought that the owner of the smell would be in such a low position.

It's not a dwarf, it's just an old man squatting in the middle of the showcase.

His head was bald, with a pale beard under his chin, flabby cheek muscles, and a fat quality that filled every wrinkle, making him look about a dozen years younger than his actual age, but Clayton was sure He should be almost 70 years old, and the decayed smell of the old man can't be hidden in him.

On the ground in front of the old man was a piece of long white cloth, on which were placed all kinds of odds and ends, all of which seemed to have an outdated atmosphere similar to his own.

The lieutenant stopped in his tracks because of the hand holding his trousers, but he had no intention of buying anything.

"Dude, you can't set up a stall in my shop"

Miss Charlotte behind the counter said awkwardly: "Boss, he said he came here to sell antiques because he saw our advertisement in the newspaper."

Then they are not regarded as peers, but a complementary business relationship. Clayton respects this fat old man in awe.

"Then let's talk, talk about yours."

Hearing what he said, the old man was finally willing to take back his hands, and stood up slowly with his hands on his knees—then he staggered and hit his elbow on the glass counter. The intersection of the elbow and the glass spread out, and after a few seconds, it shattered into numerous glass shards and fell onto the counter. As a result, a built-in electric light was disturbed, flickering and then completely extinguished.

It's expensive, and Clayton can't fix electrical machinery.

His eyes turned cold, and his tone was no longer friendly: "... Let's talk about how much of your goods are left after paying for my equipment repair."

"What?!" The fat old man took a few steps back and cursed in a low voice, "Damn it, is it him again!"

"What is this?"

The old man didn't answer, but raised his hands and tried his best to make a sincere expression to Clayton:

"I will pay, just use these few things to pay off the debt."

He bent down, picked out a few old ornaments inlaid with gold and silver from his goods, and handed them to Clayton, with a painful expression on his face.

Clayton weighed them, took out his handkerchief and gently wiped off the dirt on them, looked at the lines on the electric lamp in another showcase, and then sniffed lightly on the tip of his nose under their surprised eyes. , and finally draw a conclusion.

"You are such a shameless scoundrel! How dare you appear here!"

He slapped all the gadgets back into the old man's hands, and his attitude took a step further. He said coldly, "I don't do business with tomb robbers. Compensate for the repair cost of this counter, and then get out!"

The dead smell of these trinkets could not have deceived the werewolf, who could tell by smelling them that they had been recently dug out of the earth.

Creighton could kill a wailing opponent indifferently, but he would never desecrate a grave.He thought that any hatred should disappear in front of the high wall of death, and no one has the right to disturb the peace of the dead.

Miss Charlotte stood up in surprise when she heard this conclusion. Seeing the old man's pale face instantly, she knew that Clayton's judgment had directly hit the truth.

Her first reaction was to be the opposite of Creighton.

"I'll call the sheriff."

She left behind the counter, but failed in her choice of route. The fat old man rushed over and grabbed her leg. This sudden change made her scream,

It's just that the fat old man didn't hurt her, he just cried loudly, trying to wipe his tears and snot onto her cotton print skirt.

"Forgive me! I will never do it again, and I have no choice! I used to work for Mr. Stepan, collecting antiques for him, but he disappeared, and the final payment was not paid. I still make my own decisions and borrow money. The interest on the antiques I bought for him is almost driving me to death, and it’s not enough to sell them again, so I really can only do this, otherwise what else can an old man like me do to make money?"

Sobbing in a tearful voice, he rubbed his face against the hem of Charlotte's skirt, and Clayton could even see the reflection of liquid on it.

As a real magistrate, at this moment his mind was not fluctuating, and he even maliciously guessed whether he was in a hurry to go out, so he had to use Charlotte's skirt to make up for the washing procedure.

But this is not going to work, Clayton walked over to try to pull him away.

"I won't say it, don't say it, let me go!"

Charlotte shoved and shoved the old man in a panic, and he fell backwards, hitting the back of his head directly on the counter, and remained motionless, just when the poor girl thought he was dead, he sprang up again. , with a smile on his face, wiped his face clean with his hands.

"The Lord will bless you, good people!"

Clayton stopped to remind him: "You haven't compensated my counter yet, old man."

The fat old man's face sank again, and he reached into his pocket with trembling hands, and took out a pendant necklace with a silver-white chain.

Clayton stopped him in disgust: "I told you, we don't accept funeral objects here."

"No, no, no, this is not a funeral object, I picked it up from the river beach." The old man held the necklace in his hands to defend, his face was a little red: "It was really picked up, if I lie, I will not be able to do it in this life." drink wine!"

He swears and swears, with certainty, Clayton took the necklace suspiciously and shook it at the tip of his nose. The smell on it is indeed different from the grave, with a faint fragrance of water and grass.

The fat old man looked at him and smelled it again, he became excited immediately, rubbed his hands together, and smiled obsequiously at him.

"Look, isn't that so?"

The store manager ignored him, but continued to place the necklace close to the electric lamp, and the cool white light reflected an elegant color on the silver necklace.

The pendant at the front of the necklace is a small vertical oval photo frame, but the inside is not a photo, but a layer of cut ivory material. The craftsman carved a relief of a girl's head on the white ivory with ingenuity. The outside is covered with a thin layer of glass.

The reliefs are not colored, and the pure white girl has a demure demeanor, with downcast eyes and a headband made of seaweed, as if waiting and missing someone.

Although the material is not expensive, but Creighton likes this idea.

He turned the pendant over and saw a line of words engraved on the back of the photo frame, but it was already blurred and water-eroded.

"It's well made. After deducting the cost of repair, I'll give you four pounds plus five shillings." Clayton's tone was slightly relaxed, but still unquestionable.

This was almost a surprise. The fat old man took the money and thankfully withdrew from the "Rusted Silver Coin". Miss Charlotte was finally relieved to see his fat figure staggering away.

Clayton pocketed the necklace and motioned her back behind the counter.

"When you meet such a guy in the future, don't say such stupid things as going to the sheriff, it will ruin our reputation."

"Because we are also selling the relics of the dead? I know." Charlotte sat down on the chair dejectedly, looking down at her tainted skirt.

"This is just one of the reasons. Another reason is that they will form a team to disrupt our business. When you see a tomb robber, you can't be sure if he has accomplices. This kind of tomb robber organization is very united." Clayton glanced at the door, leaned his upper body on the counter, and lowered his voice: "The old man like just now must have an accomplice."

Miss Charlotte's eyes widened in surprise: "Mr. Bello, how did you find out?"

Clayton shrugged: "It's easy to get the answer—he wouldn't be so fat if he dug the grave by himself."

The female assistant covered her mouth and laughed, and quickly put aside her unhappiness.

After laughing, she suddenly realized that the boss seemed to be different from before.

"You are in a good mood today. Did something good happen while I was away?"

"I got revenge, my family was reunited, I repaired a good tombstone for a friend, and the money I earned was enough to cover the debts I borrowed in the early days of opening the store. Now I feel that life is full of passion, and I can't even imagine what I thought in the past. Clayton exhaled and said the above words in a joking tone.

Charlotte didn't take them seriously, and said with a smile: "Your experience sounds like a novel."

"That's it." Clayton stroked his beard, straightened up again, and no longer leaned against the counter: "Miss Charlotte, I want to arrange for my niece to go to high school. How about the high school you went to?"

"Is Xin Jiani College? Generally speaking, it's not bad. The few good teachers I know should still work there."

"I need a letter of recommendation, if you'd give me a hand."

This request made Charlotte a little embarrassed, and she had a certain moral insistence on this aspect.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bello, but I don't write letters of recommendation for people I've never met. You must at least let me meet her before I can tell you my decision."

"That's what I want." Clayton pressed his hands on the counter and raised his voice confidently: "Great, I'll let you two meet at noon, my niece is smart and beautiful, you will like her of."

He changed the subject: "But this girl lived in the country before, please take her with you for a while, and help her choose some ladylike clothes in department stores, and I will pay the bill."

"Although I vaguely remember that the position I applied for was not a maid, but who made you the boss." Charlotte sighed, clapping her hands on the envelopes and ledgers accumulated on the table. It was obvious that these tasks could not be completed today.

"I'm begging to go home before that, I can't see people with my skirt like this."

"Of course, it's not urgent."

Clayton settled the matter and went upstairs to his studio.

The bishop's ring that Joe Marney had sent earlier was still on the table.

He picked up the ring and looked at it for a few times, then stuffed it into the box with his hand, and unconsciously put on a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Donna still maintains her human identity, which makes him very relieved.

Just this morning, he went to Donna's room to check, and there was no trace at all, something he couldn't do even after taking the inhibitor from the Presbyterian Church.

Inhibitors can only keep him sane, not his human form.

On the night of the full moon, Donna showed no signs of turning into a werewolf.

But Clayton still didn't dare to take it lightly. He had read enough documents and understood the nature of the sealer.

The mixed-race children of the sealer and human will inevitably inherit the curse of the previous generation, but more or less, even if the curse content in the body is not enough to make them a real dark descendant, it will accumulate over time, gradually making their The body changes.

There are some examples in history where the mutation did not occur until later in life, but those transformed darkin did not prolong their lifespan, they died soon.

The family members of the moon accounted for a large proportion of these cases, and Changyue's call provided them with an additional darkin curse.

Compared with Changyue, Dark Moon is undoubtedly a stronger introduction.

What worries Clayton is that the dark moon has not really come yet. When that celestial body really comes to this world, perhaps Donna may still be at risk of transforming into a werewolf.At that time, he could only pray that the blood of Tritis' former priesthood could exert the divine expulsion ability in her body.

　The detailed outline is not suitable for me, so the daily update function is limited to this month, and there is a high probability that the update speed will be returned to its original form next month
　　
　
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