The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 162 Familiar Faces

Werewolves don't need sleep like humans, it's not a necessity, but sleep still makes them feel energetic.

When Clayton awoke, he felt safe,
But last night's sleep did not conform to his original plan, which made his mood a little complicated.

And this sleep lasted longer than he used to. When he woke up, two hours had passed since the town's morning clock rang.

He finished washing with the hotel's regular clean water, and then informed Pei Lun to prepare breakfast. At this moment, all the local drinkers in the lobby had gone home, and only a few foreigners were left sitting here.

Julius woke up a little earlier than him, and was already sitting at the table waiting for him.

"So, did you catch the werewolf last night?" Clayton sat down on the chair very dignifiedly.

Pei Lun put the tray down on the table, and he took out the food one by one. He was very focused until the tray was empty before responding: "Not yet, but at least we dispelled the fear in people's hearts. The biggest gain."

Clayton could only nod silently.

When Pei Lun left, Julius immediately showed a disgusted expression.

"I think after drinking wine with salt, you should know that you can't rely on the locals. A lot of occult knowledge spread by the folks is wrong. I asked them when you were asleep. Some people think that werewolves have red eyes."

He looked into Creighton's yellow eyes and twitched the corners of his mouth in disdain.

Such a living werewolf has been in the same room with the locals for several days, and no one can find it out from the experience passed down from generation to generation.

After a while, Donna came down from upstairs, and Clayton knew that she had just woken up by seeing her sleepy eyes.

When she saw him on the stairs, her footsteps faltered slightly, her eyebrows were lowered, and her nose wrinkled again, as if she had something to say, but she didn't speak immediately, instead she sped up her steps, twitching like a deer Jump down the middle of the stairs.

"Don't jump like that, it's dangerous," Clayton called to her.

This reminder was not very timely. When he spoke, Donna's boots had already stepped down the last step of the stairs.

However, this reminder was rather novel. The girl raised her eyebrows, thinking that the other party criticized her for not being prudent like her mother.

"Do you have any questions?" Clayton also noticed her expression. He hooked the chain of the pocket watch with his index finger and dragged it out of his clothes. The time displayed on it was enough for them to rest after eating.

The girl thought for a while, but still didn't ask the most important question.

"I saw a bucket of blood in the room"

Clayton's face changed suddenly, he completely forgot about it.

There was a lot of blood coming out of the wound, and it was troublesome to deal with. Yesterday, he planned to deal with it at night, but Donna came by then.

"He and I caught a wild boar on a previous hunt." He pointed to Julius, who shrank from his fingers.

"The pork is all in the kitchen, but we keep some of the blood."

"Then can we eat blood sausage?" Donna asked him.

Clayton's breathing became disordered in an instant. He never thought that a temporary fabricated lie would bring him such a big embarrassment. If he had the chance, he would definitely be a more honest person.

"I'm afraid this won't work."

"Why is this?"

"Because I accidentally dropped the charcoal pencil in it when I was keeping accounts, and there were a lot of dirty bread crumbs." Clayton made up another lie to make up.

"Okay." Donna compromised, but her doubts were not over yet: "What is that long ax in that room for?"

Clayton can no longer prevaricate with the previous lie, because Donna will live in the city in the future, and the lie of "trend" can be easily exposed.

He cleared his throat: "You should know that I am a fighter, and even if I leave the battlefield, a fighter will never allow his body to become weak. Therefore, I usually need such an ax to exercise my body. "

Donna was silent.

Clayton felt that her niece might have noticed a lie, her eyes seemed to be watching someone talking nonsense.

The lieutenant couldn't help but put on a tougher face to prove what he said was true.

As for his entourage, the green-haired bastard was lying on the table, covering the position below his nose with his arms to hide his mocking smile. It was completely impossible to count on him.

This wordless embarrassment lasted until the girl spoke again.

"Uncle, did the amulet I gave you work last time?"

Clayton's face finally relaxed, and he put the straw doll on the belt next to the table, indicating that the other party cherished this gift very much.

"I have to say thank you, I haven't had any bad luck lately since I got it."

"Aside from the fact that he was almost killed by a tree and fell downstairs when he crushed the railing, he was lucky." The wizard finally pulled his mouth out of his arm, but all he said was Some inappropriate words.

Clayton glared at Julius, and when he turned back, he saw Donna's questioning eyes, which forced him to tell the truth.

"Well, maybe it's the two troubles, but I've been unlucky before, so it's not a big deal, it's just part of my life, and I'm not hurt, am I?"

"It's not hurt." Julius made another uncoordinated noise.

Although he didn't witness it with his own eyes, he also guessed who the bucket of blood Donna found in the room belonged to.

"Enough, Julius! I didn't pay you to come here to talk nonsense!" Clayton had had enough of him, and he glared angrily at the wizard, but when the hotel door behind the wizard opened Finally, the person who walked in made him completely change his expression.

First and foremost is Ian Lazarus, the young detective who suspects his brother died at his hands.

"Mr. Bello, I'm sorry for what happened before. In order to make up for my mistakes, I invited the couple who knew the gun over."

"Mr. Bello! You have come to Rewo too!"

Behind Ian, the wife of the couple also greeted happily.

This move obviously displeased her husband. The man in front of him was something he had never seen before, and his age, appearance, and economic strength reflected in his clothes all compared him.

But Clayton no longer cared about his feelings.

"Ma'am, why are you here?!"

Julius only noticed two men, and he was very surprised to hear a woman's voice. He put his hands on the table and turned his upper body, and sure enough, he found an old man whom he couldn't see with his spiritual vision.

Vampire Barbara.

Pei Lun heard the commotion outside, and walked out to hug the couple.

"Uncle Perot, Aunt Barbara."

He turned to Creighton and introduced them again.

As they saw, 40-year-old Barbara and 50-year-old Perot are a couple, Perot's elders, and both are locals. They just returned from the city last month.

Clayton had mixed feelings.

After all, Barbara had done many risky things under his hands, and he hadn't thought about meeting the other party's family members.

Pei Lun and Perot, these two names are really similar, he should have thought of the relationship between these two people.

He felt awkward meeting him in such an unsuspecting situation.

Barbara took the hand of her husband who looked 20 years older than herself, and enthusiastically introduced the gentlemen whom only she knew but he didn't know: "My dear, this Mr. Bello is the caring Mr. I mentioned earlier. , he's a senior member of that club. And this Mr. Julius. He's a "

She thought about it for a long time, but couldn't find a review that could describe the jerk openly and politely.

The kick from behind still haunts her.

Julius pouted, not thinking of redeeming his reputation.

He didn't think they would have any contact afterwards.

Clayton came to the rescue for Barbara. He stood up and shook hands with Perot, his tone as sincere as possible: "I am Clayton Bello, an antique dealer. Your wife's bravery and enthusiasm give us She has been a great help and inspiration and her love is known throughout our club."

Honor is shared between husband and wife, as the law dictates.

Old Perot's face softened, but it was still easy to see that his distrust of these two strange men had not subsided.

"She's Donna Bello, my girl." Clayton introduced his niece, rubbing her hair with his hands.

He did his best to suggest that it was his daughter.

There is really no way around this. Single and handsome men are often discriminated against in the social sphere, and are considered to be playful and seductive. He can see where Perot's distrust comes from, but if Perot thinks he is If there is a daughter who is married, then the disadvantage of this status is erased.

The girl nodded cooperatively to the couple in front of her, without exposing him.

"It seems that you know each other." Ian, who was standing beside him, lowered his head, looking a little frustrated.

Clayton didn't want to see him because of his own conscience, and he couldn't give in at this moment, so he could only pretend to be indifferent and stuffed three pence in the past.

"I can find them myself, don't you just want money? Take this money and drink your wine, don't do unnecessary things."

Hearing the last sentence, Ian's face turned pale, as if he had been greatly shocked, but he left without saying a word, holding the coin.Before leaving, he also left the broken gun that Clayton gave him.

As soon as the detective left, Clayton Bello's face was like a spring breeze again, and the skill of changing his face opened the eyes of the Perots and Pei Lun.

"I'll go get some broth." Pei Lun frowned, and found an excuse to go back to the kitchen.

The lieutenant knew that it seemed unreasonable for him to do so, but he really didn't want to have any more dealings with Ian.

"Okay, let's talk about that gun thing"

"Of course, Mr. Bello." Old Perot raised his hand to stop his wife from speaking, his expression was serious, and he could even be called stern: "But before that, I want to ask a question first, my wife is leaving the house What did you do during that time?"

(End of this chapter)