Chapter 154 Grumpy
"Maybe your wording was inappropriate," Clayton said.

Julius raised his hands and scratched his long hair, as if this would allow all his aggrievedness to be combed out.

"Could this be my problem? Who knows what taboos these bumpkins have?!"

He was right that Clayton was a country boy, too, but he hadn't expected the way things would turn out.

"If only you had held that old man down just now, I don't believe he can beat a werewolf!" The mage waved his fist frantically, and almost told Creighton to go back to fight him.

Clayton would not respond to such expectations.

"Don't talk nonsense, if we fight with him, we might not get out of this town," he warned Julius.

Batnu was much older than Rewo, but he also dabbled in the unspoken rules of small towns.

Like this kind of traditional town where the steam mill has not even replaced the water mill, the residents have lived in Chang'an for a long time, and they are related to each other. If offending one is offending a group, if the foreigner really died at the hands of the locals, then they You should proceed with caution, get enough evidence before exposing him, or kill that person quietly.

A dead body disappears in less than a week in the wetlands, no matter what.

Julius deflated: "So what do we do now?"

"Wait here for a while, when Danny goes out, let's talk to him alone."

The toilets in the country are built outside the residential buildings, so as long as Danny is alive, he must go out.

Clayton and Julius quickly got their chance.

They peeped at the door of Lawrence's house from behind the fence not far away, and when they saw the old jeweler's son going out, Clayton immediately took the mage to stop him.

Danny looked very uncomfortable when he saw them, obviously he didn't expect that these two people were still waiting for him outside.

"I know you have some questions, but I'm not free right now. Let's talk later, shall we?" He walked around, raised his palms and pushed them at them while backing away towards the outdoor toilet: "Just a moment."

Clayton didn't intend to let him do so, and went around to the other side to block his way.

"Just a few simple questions, and it will be fine soon."

When a person is in a hurry to go to the toilet, his level of lying drops dramatically—a tidbit that a professional torturer told Clayton while drinking.

The request of a six-and-a-half-foot man is usually undeniable, especially when he is firmly in the way—Danny stops in resignation, standing between Clayton and Julius, He compromised.

"Okay, you guys ask quickly."

"Who else has that stranger been in contact with?" Clayton paid close attention to the changes in the young man's expression when he asked.

Apart from the surprise of being intercepted, he looked a little confused, but overall he was quite natural.

"Are you staying in a hotel now? The boss, Little Pei Lun, has seen him before." Danny answered fluently after a little thought, and it was obvious that he was really anxious.

"What does that foreigner look like?"

"That man has a hooked nose, long ochre-colored hair hanging a little above his shoulders, and looks about 30 or [-] years old,"

"Great, thank you for your cooperation." Clayton moved out of Danny's path.

"Have a good time." Julius waved to him.

The jeweler's son ran away as if he had seen a ghost.

When they returned to the hotel, they saw Pei Lun shoveling snow at the door.

There are also some open-air long tables and chairs outside the hotel for guests to rest, but it is still broad daylight, and no one else is here except for them.

Clayton repeated the appearance of a foreigner in Danny's mouth to little Perun. The latter thought for a moment, but shook his head.

"I don't remember very clearly. There were too many foreigners in the town last month."

"Who's coming in town?" Clayton asked him.

Pei Lun put down his shovel and counted with his fingers: "There are traveling circuses and witches, and some people who come to look for work. They made a lot of trouble after drinking, and then left. Then come to the city A group of priests and civil servants from the Sanitation Bureau came to investigate the health situation of the town, and soldiers were with them. They lived here for a while, and took some unwell people to the city for treatment. .”

He calculated that he had met forty or fifty outsiders in the last month, and most of them had been at the poker table. He couldn't remember anyone who had gambled with Danny at all, but he only remembered that Danny seemed to be with him. Who got into a fight and was injured, so he was always unhappy.

As for those descriptions of appearance—unfortunately, they were not outstanding and did not leave a deep impression on Pei Lun.

Clayton frowned, and continued to ask: "Has anyone died in that town recently?"

"Why are you asking this?" Pei Lun became alert.

The lieutenant took out the necklace.

"Do you remember it?"

Pei Lun looked at it, then looked at Clayton, and he nodded: "Of course, you asked me the night you came."

"When we received it, it was covered in blood, so it was a concern that the owner was injured."

Clayton distorted some facts, expressed his concerns in euphemistic terms, and finally added: "We just went to Mr. Lawrence's house and we have established that this necklace was made by him, but neither he nor Mr. Danny There was no way to get in touch with the buyer, and Mr Danny only remembered that he played cards with that person at the inn, so we came to you."

Pei Lun's face turned pale.

Anyway, it doesn't sound like it's doing something bad.

But unfortunately, he still couldn't help.

"If you really want to know who that necklace belongs to, you might as well ask the priests and priests of the church."

"Because they have a close relationship with women?" Julius interjected.

Pei Lun re-examined this person, and determined that this person's thinking was more bizarre than his hairstyle.

"No, it's because the windows of the confessional are very low, and the clergy can only see the confessor's chest from inside. If they have seen this necklace, they will be very impressed."

There are not many people in the town, and the clergyman presides over a service once a week, and he can recognize almost everyone for many years.Setting the windows of the confessional room low is of no use to them, it just makes the confessor feel better.

Churches in small places are like this.

Clayton thought the suggestion was good, and he decided to go in the afternoon.

There is still an hour before noon, and they still have enough time to rest and settle their lunch at the hotel, and they can just wait for the results of Ian's investigation.

He thanked little Pei Lun, then went into the house and went upstairs.

Julius followed him, and the two of them creaked the old stairs.

"If we're lucky, we'll be able to find out who the original owner of the necklace is today." The lieutenant said optimistically. He wasn't too light, and the board was groaning violently under his feet.It wasn't until he walked up to the second floor that he restrained himself.

"Since you say so, it must not work."

Julius was still so good at disappointing, but there was nothing wrong with his words, and the lieutenant was clearly not in the "lucky" category now.

He was walking towards his room while holding on to the railing next to him, when he heard a slap in frustration.

This slap was not too forceful, but the railing and the several pieces of floor connected to it at the lower end all tilted outwards suddenly, including the one at the bottom of Clayton's feet. His heavy body also tilted outwards as the floor sank.

The long crossbars have been exposed to the wind and sun for a long time, and they are no longer so strong.

Under the external force, it broke and Clayton fell directly from the breach.

Julius didn't react in time enough to watch him disappear through the gap in the railing.

The heavy body wrapped in a black coat hit the ground like a stone. The rough snow that Pei Lun hadn't cleared was padded there. The collision between the two made almost no sound, but anyone with experience knew how tragic it was. Wrestling.

"Seven hells!"

Pei Lun threw away the shovel and ran over screaming, but before he reached out to help, Clayton stood up. He refused Pei Lun's support, standing like a javelin, with gray hair for him to see It looks more mature.

"I'm fine, it's just that your hotel needs to be repaired."

"You needn't worry, he's strong," Julius called from upstairs, too.

Knowing that the guest was fine—at least he didn't want to blame himself for it, Pei Lun breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked up at the broken part of the railing, in front of the third door of the room on the second floor, and couldn't help but sigh.

"That's right. Mr. Quock must have screwed up there."

Clayton hadn't heard of this name before, but he knew that the room that Pei Lun was looking at belonged to the entourage of the painter Chu De, so he immediately connected the two.

This is a bit strange, he doesn't look too light, but Pei Lun doesn't seem to worry about him crushing anything.

How fat is that Mr. Quoc?

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and an extremely wide man stepped out from the inside to look around.Clayton looked at him in surprise. Even standing on the first floor, the lieutenant could feel that the other person's posture was different from the vulgar.

He was only a little taller than ordinary people, but his body was extremely stocky and fat, and he could barely squeeze through the door frame.The woolen dress was put on him as if someone decided to keep potatoes warm on a whim, but on that plate-like face, a pair of beetle-like black eyes were round and bright, but it was difficult to give people a sense of wisdom.Looking down, the fleshy nose and lips are smaller than the face, which adds a bit of childishness to this man.

What is even more difficult to ignore is that there is a red palm mark on his face.

If this Mr. Quoc doesn't go out much, it is only possible that his master, the painter Chu De, gave him a slap in the face.

Said Guigui arrived, the fourth door on the second floor opened, and Chu De came out from inside.

The noise outside was so loud that it was difficult for people not to hear it.

He looked at the missing railing on the side of the corridor, and the people downstairs who were watching here, and then turned his head to see Quoke who was going out. His ugly face immediately twisted, vicious flames shot out from his eyes, and he took a few steps forward. In front of his entourage, he slapped again, and this time he hit the same position, adding luster to the previous mark.

"You screwed up again!" he said bitterly.

The fat follower didn't make any rebuttal, just covered his face.

Mr. Trud turned back and glanced coldly at Julius downstairs and standing in the corridor, and pushed his entourage into the room without giving them a chance to explain the situation.

Everyone heard the sound of the door lock.

(End of this chapter)

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