The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

A buckshot, indicating that someone was shooting here.

If the shooter was hunting, the height of the buckshot would be absurd.

If its location is compared with the human body, it is probably a little higher on the abdomen of an adult male.

Most wild animals are not that tall, unless standing up.But it makes sense to say the shooter was targeting a person.

Clayton inspected another section of the trunk. He noticed that the edge of the wound was smooth and looked very new. He judged that the lead bullet had been fired less than a quarter.

He didn't think it was a coincidence that two special conditions coincided.

"Julius, let's search the area again," he said.

When Clayton and Julius returned to the hotel, it was dark again, just as they had arrived yesterday.

Their second inspection yielded new insights.

A broken flintlock was in Julius's pocket, awaiting tomorrow's further search.

The joy of harvest ended when they crossed the threshold of the inn, and they saw that there were more strangers in the inn, and they were the kind of people Clayton least wanted to see.

Detective Hook.

Detective Hook again.

There were four of them in total, wearing coats with the name of the company they worked for embroidered with yellow thread, and all of them carried guns, and one of them even hung a bunch of large-caliber flintlock pistols on his chest.

The group was eating and drinking, but when Clayton and Julius entered, their attention was on Clayton.

A man covered in mud while carrying a pig with an ax would certainly be treated this way.

Creighton only gave them a glance in return.

He is sure that the suspicion of murder at the social level has been ruled out. He did not leave any traces at the scene when he did it, and the Presbyterian Church will not betray him. Detective Hook is like a mercenary, and its nature shows that this group of people will not Take revenge for your companions who died during the mission.

After the death of Spider Priest, he didn't pay attention to this group any more, but to worry about Bruno's estate distribution. Maybe during that time, the Hooker Detective Agency had already found out that the operation failed, and all personnel including the employer The fact that they were killed together.

There is plenty of time to find out this information, but if they have accepted the failure of the mission, what are they doing here now?

The lieutenant carried the pig straight up to Pei Lun, the innkeeper, and spoke loudly, asking the cook to cook some good dishes with the pork.While doing these orders, he tilted his head slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the detectives turn their heads again, continuing to talk about their own affairs intently.

This situation made Clayton even more convinced that they were not here for themselves.

He ordered some wine, sat with Julius at the round table next to him, and eavesdropped on their conversation while drinking.

The Hooke detectives had only arrived in town last night while he was fast asleep.These four people are the "farmer" Kit with a high waistband, the red-haired "idleman" Robin Hood, the "rabbit" Ace with the front teeth, and the youngest "little brother" Ian.

The above nicknames were learned by the lieutenant from their conversations, and they were not fabricated by himself.

The purpose of these detectives coming to Sasha City again has nothing to do with the Holy Grail Society. Apart from verifying the result of the failure of the previous mission, their other goal is to continue the last land purchase agreement that has not yet been negotiated with the city government.

The Hooker Detective Agency was determined to purchase a piece of land nearby, so it sent many people to complete this simple mission with no possibility of combat.

Clayton was not surprised but pleased when he knew that they would be stationed around Sasha City in the future.

In the absence of conflict, having such a good security company nearby is definitely good news for businessmen.

Armed detectives are mercenaries loyal only to money, and he has money.

The sound of plates colliding with the table brought Clayton back to his senses. He saw that it was the hotel owner Pei Lun who brought the dishes himself, but he had an unspeakable expression.

"Mr Bello, I have some bad news for you"

Clayton was already familiar with this process, so he responded calmly and asked Pei Lun to continue.

"Last night, that wild beast attacked the town again, but it didn't go to any yard or animal shed, but to the stables of Bono's family. All the horses in the stables were killed." Pei Lun scratched his head. Face: "Bono came to tell us about it after you left this morning."

Hearing this news, Clayton only felt that the doom hanging over his head was getting stronger and stronger.

The cousin of the coachman Fraser who sent him here was named Bono. Before they parted yesterday, Fraser told them that he was going to live in his cousin's house and asked them to look there when they decided to return to Sasha City.

It's all right now, even the horses pulling the cart are gone, so why do they have anything to ask him for?
Lieutenant Ke and his niece agreed to go out for a week and go back!
Pei Lun saw that he was out of his mind, and comforted him, "But don't worry, we still have some donkeys, whose speed is only a little slower than horses, and they are fully capable of towing your cart back."

With this good news, Clayton sobered up a little.

"Where's Frazier?" he asked.

"He passed out from crying, and he hasn't woken up yet."

Detective Hook next to them heard their conversation and looked over one after another, with sympathy even in their eyes.

Robin Hood, an idler, patted the table and said excitedly: "Brother, your horse is also stored in that stable. What a coincidence, so are we. We would have kept our horses here if we had known. It's a pity that the rooms here are full. We thought , it’s inconvenient to go back and forth, so what to do, I took the horse to Bo Nuo’s house.”

Clayton wiped his nose and admitted it with a sigh.

Beside Robin Hood, Kit sighed too, and whistled a dirge to their shared misfortune.

The detective's big brother, Rabbit Ace, licked his front teeth and didn't join in their conversation. The little brother Ian, who was carrying a lot of weapons, also looked at them shyly and didn't say anything.

Clayton had a brief chat with them, and suddenly came up with an idea.

"Are you from the detective agency?"

"Ah."

"Aha."

They acknowledge this with different onomatopoeias.

"We are the best kind, we are from the Hooker Detective Agency." Ace said, not only his front teeth are like rabbits, but his quiet personality is exactly the same.

Clayton nodded, then looked at Pei Lun.

"Look, these guys are sharpshooters who are paid to do things. Have you considered raising some money and asking them to kill that elusive beast?"

Pei Lun frowned in embarrassment, as if there was some special problem bothering him.

The problem is that there is no money.

Rural people don't like to use legal tender to make transactions, it seems that everything is cold, and the way of bartering is more common here.

Ace helped the innkeeper out, and he looked at Clayton: "Sorry, although we are all proficient in shooting, good gunners are not equal to good hunters. Hunting wild animals is not our specialty. If the local hunters can also take it , we may not have a better way."

"Then what if we need your help to investigate the original owner of a certain item?" Clayton asked.

It sounded like there would be no battle, Ace thought about it for a moment, and replied: "It depends on the situation, we have something to do now, let's talk about it after we have settled the matter at hand."

"Let Ian try it." Robin Hood said suddenly, he scratched his short brown hair, and looked at Ian again: "It's time for him to do something, and doing something just makes him stop thinking about his brother, And you can make more money by the way.”

Kit also nodded, expressing his agreement with this view.

The person mentioned by them still looked confused, as if waking up from a dream.

"Ian!" Ace woke him up: "What do you think?"

Ian stood up abruptly, and pushed the chair back with his straight legs, making an extremely ear-piercing rubbing sound, and the undercoat was ringing non-stop.

"I have no objection!" he reported loudly.

Both Clayton and Julius expressed doubts about the reliability of the half-child.

"That's okay." The front teeth looked at them: "Our little brother Ian has good marksmanship and is serious in his work, but don't think about asking him to do anything out of the ordinary. Security work. As for the price, you can talk about it yourself.”

Clayton stretched out his index finger and tapped the table, motioning for Ian to sit beside him.

"Like the dude said, let's talk about the price."